The endless cycle of light and shadow suddenly came to a halt, vanishing in the blink of an eye as if it had never existed. In its place rose an infinitely ascending spiral.
It hovered at the very center of this vast white world, like two vines that would never part.
Lu Mingfei stared at the spiral for several seconds. It looked much like the double-helix structure of DNA from a textbook—but far more complex, far more mysterious.
It shifted without pause, sometimes unfurling, sometimes contracting.
An indescribable sense of sanctity radiated from it, making him feel as though he were on a pilgrimage. At the same time, it felt strangely intimate, like a child throwing himself into his mother's embrace.
"What is that..." he murmured.
"The Black Dragon Emperor's genetic sequence." Amon stood beside him with both hands in his pockets. "It is also the collection of genes from every living thing that has ever existed on this planet. It is an epic, recording everything this planet has possessed from its first clump of protoplasm to the present day."
He paused and lifted his chin toward the spiral.
"Only by defeating the Black Dragon Emperor can one reach this Sea of Origin. You can also regard this place as the Dragon Emperor's true birthplace, the original Nibelungen. As long as you accept that... you will become the new Dragon Emperor."
Lu Mingfei looked at the spiral in silence for a moment, then turned to Amon. "Senior Brother, aren't you tempted?"
Amon clicked his tongue. "Of course I am. But I can't take it myself. I haven't been acknowledged by the World Will, so I'm not qualified to become the Dragon Emperor."
He adjusted the Monocle over his right eye and continued, "Didn't you just ask what my relationship was