Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

Existing data clearly demonstrates the existence of the Age of Giants. In remote ruins and ancient caves, murals depicting giant figures emerge, like sleeping beasts, quietly emerging. These enormous creatures, like behemoths, are undeniably massive.

However, more detailed information will require a long period of in-depth research. After all, what we currently know is just the tip of the iceberg. According to the information and documents we have searched, in the myths and legends passed down in some places, the myths and legends left by the pyramids and giants are as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.

After Zhao Ming finished speaking, he lightly pressed the projection button again. The shabby mural projected on the screen looked like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, with a face full of wrinkles. Under the erosion of time, only a few mottled traces and ruins remained.

Within these murals, depictions of giants and pyramids, like dazzling pearls, occupy a significant portion of the space. From our perspective today, these are undoubtedly technological advancements, but to the ancients, they were the embodiment of the gods. The locals called the area where the pyramids stood—the Land of Tiga.

"So, how should we view this history?" Dr. Jiancun suddenly spoke, his voice as deafening as a bell. If these things were true, it would mean that a more advanced civilization had existed in the past. This was difficult for humans in the new era to accept, as if we were left behind by the times.

After the meeting, Director Zejing, like a steady mountain, called Zhao Ming to his office, which was like a treasure trove of knowledge.

"The information you've described today is like a treasure buried deep underground, temporarily undisclosed within TPC. Humanity today is like a child, unable to grasp these mythical existences.

Only if, one day, those colossal creatures, like the ancient behemoths, return will humanity finally awaken and realize that those myths are not fiction, but real events. Without a sense of crisis, humanity is like a ship lost in its direction, needing no guiding light from the gods.

"I understand, Director." Zhao Ming's answer was as calm as a lake, without any ripples.

"Exploring and studying past history is like groping in the dark. We humans can continue to move forward with our own strength, but we must never become complacent. Everything that exists must have its meaning, but we are like blind men feeling an elephant, unable to discern its mysteries."

Director Sawai was filled with emotion: "The earth is like a wise man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. It has existed for four billion years, and the time of our human existence is but a brief moment in its long years. Today's peace is like a rare treasure that is hard-won. In order for mankind to move towards a more distant future and explore the vast universe, we must unswervingly guard our beliefs. The road ahead is like an unknown starry sky. It always belongs to you young people. I am optimistic about Daigu and have high hopes for you."

After leaving the director's office, Zhao Ming rushed off like a bird to find Dagu. After the Victory Team was established, Dagu was like a spinning top, busy training, learning to fly various models of TPC aircraft, underground tanks, and deep-sea vessels.

Zhao Ming was also as busy as a bee, diligently excavating ruins around the world and doing translation work, so the two of them had almost no chance to see each other. After this report, they would no longer have to fly around like birds for a while.

In the TPC base's cafeteria, Dagu was devouring his meal with gusto. He wore a white jumpsuit with red accents. On the left chest was an inverted triangle with the word "GUTS." This outfit looked like the Victory Team's signature uniform. Finally seeing Dagu, Zhao Ming's mind immediately flooded with memories, a flood of emotion.

He walked over quickly, patted Dagu's shoulder gently, and said, "Classmate Dagu, oh no, now you should call Dagu team member." Dagu was frightened like a frightened bird by the sudden pat, and choked. He quickly drank a sip of water before swallowing it.

He turned to see Zhao Ming, dressed in a white lab coat, standing behind him like a ghost. Dagu was stunned for a moment. Sure enough, it was that familiar smell. Life's four irons. Although they had never been classmates or carried weapons together, they had spent several years together in the logistics and transportation department.

Zhao Ming spoke first: "First of all, congratulations on passing the Victory Team selection. I knew you could do it!"

Da Gu touched the back of his head with his right hand, a shy smile appeared on his face, like a flower blooming in spring, and he whispered "thank you".

The two chatted about each other's recent situation, and were in the middle of a conversation when three people in Victory uniforms suddenly appeared, like three shining stars. One of them was tall and handsome, though not as handsome as Daiko, but still quite handsome. I think it must be the "dead card" pilot Shinjo, who was always crashing his plane or on the way to crashing his plane. It's almost forgotten that he has a sister, Shinjo Mayumi, who was like a childhood goddess.

Another one, with a round head and a chubby face, looked just like Doraemon from the Victory Team, the brilliant scientist "Dijing" who was determined to invent fascinating medicine and win the Nobel Prize. And the last, a cute girl with short hair, was undoubtedly Lina, the real Victory Team ace pilot whom Dagu had met last time.

"Captain Dagu, the female pilot you have always been thinking about is now within reach. Don't you have any thoughts about her?" Seeing them coming over, Zhao Ming suddenly showed a sly smile and raised his eyebrows at Dagu!

Dagu looked helpless. This guy started again. Jujing, Xincheng, and Lina came over and asked Dagu in unison, "Who is this?"

Dagu smiled and replied, "This is Zhao Ming, my teammate in the transportation department."

Zhao Ming walked up to them like a graceful gentleman and said, "Hello, nice to meet you. Dagu has already introduced you to me."

The three looked at Zhao Ming. He was dressed in a white TPC lab coat, his posture as straight as a pine tree, giving off an air of professionalism and reliability. His face was handsome, like a piece of art meticulously crafted by a master sculptor, with distinct features. His deep eyes shone with determination and wisdom, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

The quick-talking Zhao Ming said to Lina: "Team Leader Lina, Dagu and I met you at the transport hangar accessories department of the Transportation Department. He treated you... um... "!

When Dagu heard that they were coming for him, he knew something was wrong. This guy was going to speak without restraint again. Before Zhao Ming could finish, he rushed over like a gust of wind, covered Zhao Ming's mouth directly, and said to them, "We are full. We will leave first. You can eat slowly."

Lina looked suspicious and asked Jujing and Xincheng, "Did you hear clearly what Zhao Ming said just now?" Jujing and Xincheng both shook their heads. These two people were really weird.

In the corridor outside the cafeteria, Zhao Ming, who had been covered by Dagu's mouth all the way, finally got a chance to breathe. Dagu looked at Zhao Ming earnestly and begged, "Brother, please don't say anything more. If people in the team knew about it, I would be so embarrassed that I would die on the spot." Dagu lowered his voice.

Seeing that he was so anxious that his face turned pale, Zhao Ming knew that he had gone too far, so he patted his shoulder and said softly, "Okay, okay, brother, I will never mention it again."

After that, the two of them played and played around like they used to. Since then, Zhao Ming never mentioned the matter again, and Dagu and Lina's relationship just developed quietly.

Zhao Ming, freed from the need to dig around for ruins, chatted with Jilongjian in his dormitory. Jilongjian said, "Zhao Ming, you must intensify your swordsmanship training. Dragon Sword Dao is, after all, a melee-style magic bullet warrior. The various special abilities of the magic bullet keys are merely auxiliary. Ultimately, you must rely on the ultimate magic bullet slash unleashed by the trinity with the Beast King. Only with your strong physique can your magic power unleash its earth-shattering power."

After speaking of the Dragon-Striking Sword, Zhao Ming recalled the first duel between Mingshen Jianer and the swordsmanship master Mengyue. Jianer was hit by Mengyue's instant crescent-shaped sword slash and couldn't even use the magic bullet key to change his form.

I couldn't help but think, "How should I practice kendo?" Doesn't it have to start from childhood? Ming Shen Kenji's swordsmanship has a lot to do with his senior sister fiancée.

There are only a few characters in the Ultra World who are related to swords, including the cheating Ultraman Guang, the iron-headed boy Mebius who was almost kicked out of the finale, the debt king Orb who borrows power from everywhere and never pays it back, and the crazy master Zamsha who challenges everyone.

Who else is there in this universe of Tiga? Zhao Ming thought about it carefully. He remembered a book called "Taiping Fengtuji". Speaking of "Taiping Fengtuji", he couldn't help but think of a person named "Jingtian Jinglong", a master who could chop monsters with his flesh body.

Zhao Ming recalled the plot. Jingtian Jinglong's physical body died, but his spiritual body should still be hidden in the bronze statue. His Jinglong sword could be used to practice swordsmanship.

You can learn swordsmanship from him. The ultimate goal of Dragon Sword is to protect this world. If the giant conch at the bottom of the South Pacific wakes up and breaks free from the seal and wants to destroy the world, it will not care about your looks.

Zhao Ming took a spontaneous trip, driving all the way to Mount Sukuna in Yamanashi Prefecture. Following the original plot's route, he explored the mountain, which was high and dense with trees and overgrown with weeds. After wandering around for several hours, he still couldn't find the way.

The frantic Zhao Ming could only show his TPC consultant certificate and ask Mr. Yamada, the old police officer who originally saw the Sukuna demon on Sukuna Mountain. The story of Ida, Kojuro, and Iryu defeating the Sukuna demon on Sukuna Mountain hundreds of years ago has been circulating here.

Legend has it that after Sukinagi was defeated by Iida Jinglong, his head and limbs were dismembered and buried in the mountains. Due to Sukinagi's immense spiritual power, Iida Jinglong eventually built a temple over Sukinagi's heart and used his demon-slaying Jinglong sword to suppress Sukinagi's remaining resentment, hoping to wear down his spiritual power over time.

Following Mr. Yamada's instructions, Zhao Ming arrived at the temple. The iron chain and lock on the door had already rusted. He drew his Dragon-Slaying Sword from his waist and cut the chain with one strike. Pushing the door open, the surging air kicked up a cloud of dust.

Entering the dilapidated temple, a stale atmosphere washed over him. The walls were covered in talismans, and a statue of Jingtian Jinglong, spear-wielding, stood silently, its face covered in dust and cobwebs. On the altar sat a box, which, when opened, revealed a samurai sword. This was Zhao Ming's goal: the Jinglong Sword.

Entering a temple to worship the gods and then asking people to take things without asking is considered stealing, but Zhao Ming abides by the rules. With a wave of his hand, he used magic to clean the small temple, giving it a brand new look. This was Zhao Ming's new ability, and he could now use the magic he had seen before.

"Senior Jingtian Jinglong, please come out and see me. I need your help," Zhao Ming said. The statue flashed with a colorful light, and he seemed to see a swordsman in a black plaid training robe. His posture was upright, like a ghost in the dark night.

The latticework on his robe was meticulously arranged, creating a sense of mystery and depth. He clutched the Jinglong Sword tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if proclaiming its sharpness and ruthlessness. His face was stern, his eyes revealing a resolute determination that sent shivers down his spine.

"Your Excellency has the power of light magic flowing in your body, but I am already dead. Hundreds of years have passed since my time, so I am afraid I can't help you," said Jingtian Jinglong.

"Senior, although your body is dead, your memory of swordsmanship is still there. Light magic requires advanced swordsmanship to exert its great power. The greatest darkness in this world is about to awaken. Monsters and demons will continue to appear in the future. We need powerful forces to protect the future."

Jingtian Jinglong was silent for a moment and then said: "Since you want to learn swordsmanship, I can teach you. But you have to promise me one thing, "The spiritual power of Sukinagui has been there. Hundreds of years of resentment has made him more powerful than before. When this Jinglong sword can no longer suppress it, the Sukinagui under this temple will revive. At that time, you have to defeat him and prevent him from appearing again to endanger the world."

"No problem. It's our duty to fight against darkness and evil." Zhao Ming readily agreed. He would just perform physical salvation when the time comes.