He didn't know why he could feel this breath, and he didn't know why his whole body was jumping for joy when he felt this breath. A kind and joyful feeling inexplicably rose from his heart.
But he clearly didn't know the name, just like the name Constantine had just been called out. He clearly didn't know it, but the blood in his body was constantly boiling, urging him to hug "him".
"King, Constantine is your brother." A dark figure in Old Tang's subconscious world leaned down and answered his question respectfully.
"You put all the memories about him in the deepest place. At that time, you said that the most precious memory should be placed in the most cherished position in your heart."
"The most precious memory..." Old Tang murmured.
His memory returned to the moment when he was swallowed by the huge monster. The endless darkness attacked him, but the oncoming darkness did not scare him, and even a kind feeling burst out from his body.
Just like a wanderer who has left his hometown and wandered away, he finally returns to his hometown. Standing on the land of his hometown, he feels a sense of warmth and kindness in his heart.
Countless sparks suddenly burst out in the darkness, and then spread out and quickly turned into balls of flames suspended in the air, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
These flames suspended in the air kept burning, and the bright orange light reflected on Old Tang, making him feel like he was warming up in front of a campfire. The firelight reflected on his body was extremely warm.
But in the next moment, these burning flames rushed toward him one after another. The orange fire light streaked through the air, and the flames went straight to Old Tang's head in his frightened eyes.
Old Tang stretched out his hands in front of his head to block it, but it had no effect. The orange flames instantly penetrated Old Tang's arms and penetrated into his head.
The flames rushed into Old Tang's head one after another, but he did not feel the pain of being burned by the high temperature. Instead, he felt a sense of lost and found, as if something he had but lost returned to his arms.
"Ah..." Old Tang knelt on the ground in pain with his head in his hands. As the flames continued to enter, the warm and comfortable feeling suddenly turned into a splitting headache.
His head felt like it would explode like a bomb in the next moment.
Countless memories that he had never experienced flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, including Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire, the first generation species, the Black Emperor Nidhogg...and a vague young black figure.
Old Tang's head was lowered, his facial features were twisted into twists, and large beads of sweat continued to slide down the side of his face and drip onto the ground.
"It seems that the current level of awakening can only withstand so much memory and power. Wang's current body cannot bear any more."
A mysterious voice appeared in the darkness, and a black shadow came out of the darkness and stood under the light illuminated by the flames.
"Who are you?" Old Tang asked, but what came out of his mouth were not familiar words, but a thick roar, like a wild beast roaring, full of the majesty of a king.
"Why, my voice!"
Old Tang endured the pain in his head and looked at his body in horror. He didn't understand why he made such a sound. Even what he just said was a roar.
The roar that was originally filled with the majesty of the king was filled with panic. The two were extremely contradictory, but they appeared so reasonably here.
"There is no need to panic, the king's bloodline is awakening in your body." The black shadow floated in front of Old Tang, and then kneeled on the ground respectfully.
Old Tang wanted to ask what it means that the bloodline is awakening, but at this moment, those memory fragments accelerated again, exploding in his mind like a tide.
These memory fragments flashed rapidly in front of his eyes, like watching a video at a hundred times speed. The images were extremely distorted, but they were still being roughly fed into his mind.
For Old Tang, this is like using a low-end graphics card and CPU to run the latest AAA masterpiece, causing his brain to overclock and face the risk of burning out at all times.
This kind of pain made Old Tang couldn't help but hit his head on the ground, making a banging sound, as if this was the only way to slightly relieve his pain.
"Don't worry, King. This is just a part of your once-sealed memories. After you awaken a certain level of bloodline, these once-sealed memories will break through the blocking fence and return to your mind."
The black shadow continued to explain to Old Tang, so that Old Tang did not need to worry about this.
"As for who I am, I will explain it to you in detail next."
"One night before your fierce battle with the hybrid army led by Liu Xiu in Baidi City thousands of years ago, you used a fragment of your consciousness and the power of the elements to create me."
"You told me that you had anticipated the death of you and your brother, so you created me to get you back on track if things went wrong with your cocooning after a thousand years."
"After that, I was sealed into your subconscious together with your memory. As the guardian and guide of the memory, I have been waiting for your call here."
"Today, the time has finally come. Just as the king predicted thousands of years ago, there is a problem with the cocooning. The memory and bloodline have not awakened as expected. And I appear at this time to help you regain the lost power."
After the black shadow finished speaking, he still knelt on the ground respectfully, waiting for the king's call.
At this moment, Old Tang was still accepting this massive memory. As his bloodline and memory awakened, the blazing gold in his pupils became thicker and thicker, and his body unconsciously exuded the pressure of the Dragon King.
His body gradually became lighter, and then slowly rose into the air. The temperature in the subconscious space rose rapidly, and the still suspended flames jumped for joy. They were welcoming the return of the King of Bronze and Fire.
A crimson arc emerged from Old Tang's body, and then expanded rapidly. With Old Tang as the center, the radius of the crimson arc was expanded without limit, stimulating waves of heat in the originally peaceful subconscious world.
"Constantine!"
Old Tang's eyes were not like the blazing golden pupils of a mixed race, but the entire eye sockets were filled with blazing golden color, like melted gold liquid flowing in his eyes.
"I will take you to rule the world!"
The golden eyes of the king floating in the air were filled with fine golden liquid. No one would have thought that the king's first words after waking up would be the promise he had made to his brother.
"As you wish, my king, I am here to await your arrival." The figure of the black shadow that was already prostrate on the ground moved closer to him respectfully, faithfully responding to the king's request.
But after that, the color of Old Tang's pupils quickly faded, and the originally flowing golden eyes turned into ordinary eyes. His floating body slowly fell until he finally stood on the ground.
"The first part of your awakening has been completed. Soon you will become the king standing on top of the world again." The black shadow stood up and said to Old Tang.
But Old Tang, who should have awakened, waved his hands in panic at this moment, "No, I don't want to become someone else."
"King, you will not become anyone else. You will always be the king. No matter in the past, present, or in the distant future, you will be the King of Bronze and Fire. Even the Supreme cannot change this."
The black shadow said so, and there seemed to be a pair of blazing golden pupils shining in his dark figure.
"I am not the King of Bronze and Fire, I am not Norton! I am Ronald Tang, and I am not a dragon." Old Tang retorted to the black shadow, how could he be a dragon, and how could he be the Dragon King.
He is just a boy who grew up alone in human society. He has no special skills except playing Star Wars, but he lives a very happy life every day.
The shadow didn't reply. He just stood there silently, listening to what Old Tang had to say. In other words, in his perception, everything Wang said was absolutely correct.
Although Old Tang refuted loudly in his subconscious world, the memory fragments flashing through his mind truly told him that everything the black shadow said was true, and he was the dragon.
He suddenly felt weak in his legs, as if all his strength had been drained from his body. He suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, his eyes unfocused.
You have lived in the world for more than twenty years, but one day you were told that you are a great being, and that one day in the future you will become this great being, and then all traces of your life in the world will be erased.
Until in the end you will disappear from the world. You will no longer exist in this world, and no one will remember you anymore. The great existence will reappear and live in the world with his name.
Everyone is longing for his return and longing for his disappearance.
But this is unfair. There are still so many things that he has not done. He promised to take him to take him on a Greyhound ride. He promised to take him to have fun in interesting places in the United States.
But now it seems that all the promises are just a joke, and he is just a substitute for a big shot. He will be replaced soon, making himself look so ridiculous.
"Hahaha..." Old Tang's mocking laughter echoed in the subconscious world, like a symphony of despair.
