The Final Dragon Emperor

The cold wind was like a knife, blowing through the mottled walls of Qingshi Town. Seventeen-year-old Lin Yun huddled in the corner of the family ancestral hall, holding a dull dark red crystal in his hand. It was the last thing his father thrust into his hands before he died, and it was still stained with wet blood. Outside the ancestral hall, the shouts of killing gradually subsided. The three hundred years of glory of the Baruch family were completely crushed on this full moon night. "Find that boy! The Lord has ordered that the Dragonborn bloodline must be cut off!" Footsteps approached, and the light of torches filtered through the crack in the door. Lin Yun gritted his teeth and pressed the crystal to his heart. His father's last whisper echoed in his ears: "Yun'er... Escape... To the ancestral land... The dragon crystal will guide..." Suddenly, the crystal on the chest burst out with scorching heat! Severe pain swept through his body instantly, as if lava was rushing along his blood vessels. Lin Yun's vision went dark, and his consciousness sank into endless darkness.