Crimson Flame

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds.
Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here—
Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam;
Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts.
Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger;
Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light.
The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings.
And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

Pillar of Yita

Fang Hong raised the Scepter of Regret and maintained the posture for a long time.


The Messenger heard a deep sound emanating from the surrounding walls, at first like the distant, deep waves of the ocean, mournful and plaintive, then the sound gradually became more powerful, like thousands of horses thundering, incessant and resounding, the ground trembling, sand and gravel falling from the ceiling.


The Dragon Worshippers all turned pale; they felt as though some colossal entity was struggling to break free from its chains, reviving from beneath the ground.


Everyone tensely stood back to back in a circle, "Lord Nikopolas, what on earth is that?" the Messenger shouted, turning his head.


Dragon's Golden Eyes stood stock-still with a ghastly pallor, not uttering a word.


In the darkness, a faint bluish light blinked into existence.


It was a ghost, so pale all over, flames of vengeance flickering in its eyes, materializing behind Fang Hong and passing by him.


Chapter 113 Cutting the Chains