Chapter 0157: The Fate Choice of the Smoke Dragon

Seven months ago.

Liszt awoke from the darkness, comprehended his situation, and accepted the memories of his predecessor, knowing the latter could see the smoke from a very young age.

But back then, the smoke was too faint to see clearly.

It wasn't until he had transmigrated and merged with this body that he could truly see what the smoke was made of; it turned out to be a text-formed task.

When he first saw the content clearly, he was really startled.

If you could call it a golden finger, the smoke formed Serpent Script, not Chinese characters.

If you said it wasn't a golden finger, both the language style and the task content were familiar to Earth's style.