Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Under the cover of night, the river flows slowly like a huge black velvet curtain.

The moonlight shines down, creating layers of silver ripples.

It was just the right amount of night, and since there were no people living on either side of the river, it was convenient to move around.

It was a bit too tiring to hike more than 30 kilometers of mountain roads under the stars and carry a suitcase of equipment.

Han Qiu kept complaining all the way until he reached his destination, then he shut up.

"Get ready to dive and finish it early," said Mr. Han.

"These are all unprofessional equipment. Are you sure it's okay?" Han Qiu opened the suitcase.

Diving suit, oxygen device, and an ordnance shovel.

If I didn’t know, I would have thought he was here to collect pearls.

This isn't the beach...

Mr. Han looked at the equipment he brought and sighed helplessly. He couldn't blame Han Qiu for not being able to do his job well. It was just that the conditions did not allow it.

"If you just want to escape, that's enough. There's oxygen in the bronze palace." Mr. Han said worriedly, "I'm only worried about your diving skills."

"Question me?" Han Qiu suddenly became proud, "I grew up by the river, so swimming is like eating."

"I hope so. When you reach the Bronze Palace, I will give you extra power." Mr. Han urged, "Hurry up."

Han Qiu put on his equipment, looked around, and then dived into the water.

He is a good man who grew up by the water and his swimming skills are impeccable.

He began to dive to the location designated by Mr. Han. If it were not for the improvement brought by his bloodline, this depth would not be reached by relying on such a low-quality diving suit and his ordinary body.

It was pitch black underwater and Mr. Han guided the direction.

Finally, a bronze face appeared in front of Han Qiu, which frightened him so much.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a living spirit." Mr. Han leaned close to Han Qiu's back, "Now, leave it to me."

As if in another world, Han Qiu felt an unknown force surging into his body.

What followed was a feeling of exhaustion. He no longer had control over his body and became a spectator.

Han Qiu, no, now he should be called Mr. Han.

He pulled out the engineer shovel, and Long Wen chanted at this moment.

In an instant, a rootless fire began to burn under the water.

The spirit of words: Heaven and earth are the furnace.

"This……"

Han Qiu found it unbelievable.

There was a fire under the water, and how did the dragon words just come out? How did Mr. Han control his body and speak under the water?

"Don't be surprised, you can do it too." Mr. Han waved the engineer shovel in his hand.

The firelight faded, and that... was not an ordinary engineer shovel, but a scimitar, shining with metallic luster in the remaining light.

"You just need to control your vocal cords. Even if you rely on your bones to make similar sounds, you can achieve the same effect. Some words are used by twisting the body, you will see it later."

Han Qiu asked curiously: "What did you just use?"

The two people communicated in the same body, their words were silent, it was just a spiritual communication.

"Word Spirit: Heaven and Earth as Furnace." Mr. Han explained: "Serial No. 96, in the field centered on itself, can smelt metal out of thin air and transform it into new forms at will."

"96?" Han Qiu exclaimed: "So high? But this effect is a bit... lax, right?"

"It doesn't mean that higher serial numbers are more unsolvable, and lower serial numbers are more useless. There is no such thing as an invincible word spirit. It just depends on how you use it."

Mr. Han cut his left index finger, tearing a hole in his diving suit and his index finger as well.

He quickly stuffed his fingers into the bronze face's mouth.

Han Qiu watched his performance quietly.

"Norton refined a living spirit to serve as the entrance to the Bronze Palace. It can only be activated when the bloodline reaches a certain level. Or, the blood of the owner of the 'Word Spirit Key'." Mr. Han continued to explain.

"Will it suck a lot of blood?" Han Qiu was worried whether his body could withstand it.

Apparently, his worries were unnecessary, as the living spirit had already relented.

Then, its mouth opened wider and wider.

Han Qiu had no doubt that this thing could swallow a sports car.

Without the need for it to swallow, Mr. Han jumped into his mouth himself.

The world was spinning, but it seemed to have no effect on Mr. Han.

He was still explaining to Han Qiu: "The Bronze Palace is essentially a Nibelungen. As for what a Nibelungen is, you can think of it as a space that is detached from the real world."

"Creation?" Han Qiu exclaimed.

"That's about the same, but Nibelungen is a land of the dead and cannot generate life on its own."

"understood."

Mr. Han turned gracefully in the air and landed safely.

Under the dim light of the flashlight, I can barely see the situation here.

In front is a corridor with walls made of bronze.

There are densely packed bronze sculptures on both sides, in human form and wearing ancient clothing.

The weird thing is that these guys have snake heads and long, thin snake necks.

Putting a hat on a snake's head would look quite funny.

"This is the Holy Temple Road." Mr. Han ran along the corridor. "From ancient times to the present, there have been legends about snakes turning into dragons, so these things are all snake heads."

"Why are they all made of bronze?" Han Qiu asked.

"Dragons love bronze, and this palace is made of bronze both inside and out."

"Okay." Seeing that Mr. Han was moving without hesitation, Han Qiu asked, "Are you familiar with this place?"

"Well, we have to hurry and get to the bedroom. There's a little bug here, and I can't confront it head-on right now."

"Bug?"

"It's a dragon, a second generation species, with some abilities."

"dragon!"

"Don't be afraid, as long as we run fast enough, it won't be able to catch up."

"Speaking of which, you control my body. What is the current level of your bloodline?"

"S-rank, the weaker kind. Fortunately, I can use a variety of words, so you don't need to worry about my strength."

Han Qiu finally felt relieved. When people relax, they tend to ask nonsense questions, "Lu Mingfei, what is his bloodline?"

"Don't insult him by his bloodline."

Mr. Han passed through the sanctuary road and came to a lake. The water in the corridor gathered here, and the deep blue turned into black.

Looking up, a giant bronze tree stretched out, forming a bronze dome like the sky.

The petals are like stars, and the lush branches and leaves are dazzling.

"Flowers can grow on bronze trees?" Han Qiu felt that either he was crazy, or this was the world.

"Alchemy technology, Norton's masterpiece. Isn't it beautiful?" Mr. Han dived into the lake. "This is a place of pilgrimage. It is said that if you tell your intentions under the tree, your wish will come true."

"Um...you mean these corpses are here to fulfill wishes?" Han Qiu asked.

The lake was filled with so many bones that there was no place to stand.

"They are not pilgrims, they are people who challenge God. This is a war between hybrids and dragons, and death is the most normal thing." Mr. Han began to recite the dragon text again.

Yanling·dustless land.

With Mr. Han as the center, bones, armor fragments, and even water were all isolated outside.

"Oh my god!" Han Qiu couldn't help but exclaim: "What is this? I want to learn this!"

After the cleaning was completed, the bronze ground underneath was revealed.

Another living spirit.

Norton really likes things like living spirits.

"Word Spirit·Dust-free Land." Han Qiu stretched out his finger and stuffed it into the mouth of the living spirit again. "Serial number 66, if you work hard, you will have it in no time."

"Well, you're going to sleep for nearly a year, how can I own it?"

"That guy is coming." Mr. Han looked over the water.

Thanks to Mr. Han, Han Qiu was fortunate enough to witness the creature.

The streamlined body is about 15 meters long, with bronze-colored scales all over its body and a slender tail covered with barbs.

The golden vertical pupils were filled with anger, and the low growls expressed dissatisfaction.

"Is this a dragon?" Han Qiu couldn't understand. This was completely different from the dragon he imagined.

How should I put it, this dragon... looks like a penguin, and also like a big fish.

Anyway, it's weird.

The living spirit swallowed Mr. Han again.

"Yeah." said Mr. Han.

"That shouldn't be the case. Doesn't a dragon have horns on its head and a tail behind it?"

“That’s imagination.”

"Well, it's really ugly. It feels more Western."

"Only those who yearn for power can appreciate the beauty of dragons." Mr. Han added, "But this one is really ugly, and I can't appreciate it."