Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

On a bright, sunny day, Mount Sukina was shrouded in tranquility. Its peaks towered into the clouds, draped in lush greenery. A winding path up the mountain, hidden within the dense forest, resembled a sleeping dragon. Suddenly, the rumble of a car engine shattered the stillness of the forest. A black sedan slowly approached and finally stopped beside the path.

The car door opened, and three figures emerged. One was a bearded man in a gray suit, his face gloomy and unmistakable. These three were the uninvited guests. They surveyed their surroundings furtively, then trudged forward, slowly, along the tangled, thorn-strewn forest path.

Before long, they arrived at a small, exquisite temple. It looked very old, with crumbling walls and broken tiles on the roof. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, as if no one had cared for it in a long time.

However, this did not deter them, as they had heard that the temple enshrined a bronze statue of Jingtian Jinglong, a great swordsman who, according to local legend, had bravely fought off terrifying demons and monsters. Moreover, if the statue could be stolen and sold, it would bring in a considerable fortune.

Filled with greed and anticipation, they quietly entered the temple. Upon entering, they were greeted by a towering, majestic bronze statue of the Jinglong (Jinglong) standing in the center. The statue was so lifelike, it seemed as if Jinglong himself stood guard over the land. On the altar in front of the statue sat an exquisite box, containing the legendary Jinglong Sword.

"Wow, this is the Jinglong Sword!" One of them couldn't help but shout out in excitement after seeing the sword. He stared at the sword with wide eyes, his eyes full of desire.

"Stop talking nonsense and take it away! Hurry!" the bearded man in the gray suit urged anxiously, fearing something might happen. Then, the third man quickly stepped forward and reached out to grab the Jinglong Sword...

Just as they were about to strike, the previously calm Well Dragon statue suddenly transformed! A blinding red light suddenly flashed from its eyes, like two blazing flames, making it impossible to look directly at them. Then, like a surging torrent, an overwhelming force erupted from the ancient and mysterious statue, crashing down upon the three men with the force of thunder. With a resounding thud, the three men were sent flying like kites with their strings cut, screaming and falling heavily to the ground dozens of meters away, sending up a cloud of dust.

"What...what on earth is going on?" The three, finally recovering from the excruciating pain, stared at the Well Dragon statue in horror, their hearts filled with unprecedented fear and confusion. At that moment, a deep, commanding voice emanated from the Well Dragon statue's mouth, as if emanating from the depths of Hell, carrying with it boundless rage and pressure: "Who are you? How dare you attempt to lay your hands on the Well Dragon Sword!"

Hearing this question, one of the middle-aged men in a beige jacket trembled with fear and stammered, "I... We are just a group of people with nowhere to go. We want to steal this sword to make some money to live on..."

"You bold lunatic!" the Well Dragon statue roared. "The Well Dragon Sword is the sacred artifact that protects Mount Sukina. It possesses supreme power. How can we allow such lowly mortals to defile it so wantonly!" Before he had finished speaking, the Well Dragon Sword, resting within its box on the statue's altar, suddenly, as if summoned by some mysterious force, broke free and soared into the air. The blade flashed with a dazzling light, instantly transforming into a piercing blade that streaked towards the three men like lightning.

In a flash, before the three men could react, the sword light had already slashed through their necks. The next moment, three heads tumbled down, blood splattering everywhere, staining the ground red. The headless body slowly collapsed to the ground, twitching a few times before completely falling motionless.

"Huh? The illusion magic in the Well Dragon Temple has actually been triggered?" Zhao Ming had been sitting cross-legged quietly with his eyes closed, entering a deep meditative state to cultivate his magical powers. At that moment, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a strange feeling washed over him. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly sharp as a hawk's, staring straight at the magic circle he had personally set up in front of his teacher's temple.

After counting on his fingers, Zhao Ming muttered, "Oh, so that's the ghost from that night, about to awaken!" These spiritual life forms were truly formidable, like cockroaches with incredibly tenacious vitality. No matter how hard they were struck, it was difficult to completely destroy them. In the past, when encountering them, the only option was to first find a way to seal them away, then slowly wear away their power.

This time, however, the situation was different. Zhao Ming reasoned that since the Sukina ghost was about to revive, he might as well seize this opportunity and eliminate it once and for all. After all, the light magic he excelled in had a natural counteracting effect against those demons and monsters. With his mind made up, Zhao Ming no longer hesitated. He sprang to his feet like an arrow from a bow, dashing towards the temple on Sukina Mountain.

When he arrived in front of the temple, he immediately sensed a chilling, eerie aura emanating from the mountain's interior. The chill seemed to penetrate the very bones of the human body, sending shivers down his spine. It was obvious that the terrifying ghost would soon fully awaken. Zhao Ming arrived in front of the temple and saw three unfortunate souls fainting from the shock of hallucinations.

Zhao Ming gathered his consciousness, chanted a spell, and formed hand seals to cast a light magic spell. For a moment, a bright light shone brightly, illuminating the entire temple. As the light gradually faded, the eerie and cold aura also disappeared.

Zhao Ming walked over and took a closer look at the three unconscious people. He slowly squatted down, reached out, and gently patted their cheeks. Time passed, and finally, one of them responded first, his eyelids fluttering slightly, followed by the other two. However, when they first opened their eyes, their gazes were confused and empty, as if they had no idea where they were or what had happened.

"It's very dangerous here, leave quickly!" Zhao Ming said.

"Hey, who are you? Are you playing tricks here?" The bearded man in gray clothes glared at Zhao Ming fiercely. As he spoke, he quickly pulled out a sharp knife from his waist and held it in his hand, making a posture to attack.

"Wow, it's been ages since anyone's dared to bar their teeth at me like that." Zhao Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. Before he finished speaking, he could be heard muttering a spell: "Wingardium Leviotha!" At the same time, he casually pointed his right hand at the bearded man.

In an instant, a magical scene occurred - the bearded man's body suddenly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge sphere. The sphere wobbled off the ground and flew into the air, while the bearded man inside screamed in fear.

"Ah, a monster!" Seeing this sudden change, the bearded man's two companions were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled. Due to extreme fear and guilt in their hearts, they couldn't help but scream.

Hearing their shouts, Zhao Ming couldn't help but burst into laughter, thinking it was really fun to tease these cowardly guys.

"Monster? The real monster hasn't officially appeared yet. If we wait until the Sukina ghost appears, I'm afraid it will scare the shit out of you!" Zhao Ming crossed his arms and looked at the three panicked people in front of him with interest.

After contacting the veteran patrolman who had shown him the way last time, Mr. Yamada arrived at the scene in a hurry, accompanied by a young man. Zhao Ming explained the situation in detail. Upon learning that the three men were there to steal, he immediately, like an eagle catching chicks, whisked them away in a police car.

Once they were out of sight, Zhao Ming quickly fled the PDI and contacted the command center. He immediately informed the Victory Team of the news about the Sukina ghost. How could such a good thing be enjoyed alone? Hehehehe... Sharing joy is worse than enjoying it alone. They must get involved. We can't let Zhao Ming handle everything perfectly by himself while they sit back and reap the benefits!

I calculated that tonight the ghost of Su Na would stretch out its ghostly hand from the mountains and make a gloomy and terrifying sound. It was getting late, so I should hurry home to eat and sleep.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Ming, like a well-behaved cat, clung to Chris Maya, lost in a sweet dream. However, at that moment, a strange wind suddenly blew up along the wooded path of Mount Suna, like a ferocious dragon, swooping down upon the row of stone statues of mountain gods with bared fangs and claws. The wind was so strong that it rustled the surrounding leaves, making a chilling sound like a pack of terrifying beasts grinding their teeth.

Mr. Yamada, an elderly patrolman pushing his bicycle, was walking slowly by. Hearing a strange noise, he stopped, like a startled bird. Suddenly, his gaze was fixed on a scene in the distant mountains. A massive, blood-red hand, like a giant beast emerging from the earth, stretched out from the mountain. At the same time, a hoarse, eerie, and terrifying voice, as if from the depths of hell, rang out, "Foolish human! I must avenge my vengeance! Revive my hatred!"

"Demon, demon, the Sukina demon has resurrected!" He was so frightened that his face turned pale and his words were incoherent. His eyes were wide and fixed like a statue on the giant red hand that stretched out from the mountain. Mr. Yamada had grown up hearing these stories and was well aware of what was sealed in the mountain. He did not dare to delay and reported this strange incident to the Victory Team Commander's office that night.

Upon receiving the news, the Victory Team immediately assembled their members and prepared for action. Captain Iruma Kei acted decisively, immediately issuing an order to Vice Captain Munakata: "Vice Captain, lead the team and prepare to depart immediately for Mount Sukuna for a comprehensive investigation!" Munakata nodded without hesitation, "Yes!"

However, at this moment, Lina asked with a confused look on her face: "But, wasn't Sukina sealed away a long time ago? Why did he suddenly come back to life now?"

In response to Lina's questioning, Iruma Hui replied solemnly: "The specific reason is not clear at the moment, but no matter what, we must rush to Sukuna Mountain as soon as possible to find out the truth." After she finished speaking, her eyes revealed determination and courage.

Upon receiving the order, Zong Fang and the others nodded in understanding, then hurried out of the command room and headed straight for the hangar. A moment later, they boarded the high-performance Hiyan fighter and, accompanied by the roar of the engine, sped towards Sukina Mountain.

Sitting in the command room, Ikuma Kei fell into deep thought. He recalled that Zhao Ming had just given a detailed report yesterday regarding the sealing of the Sukina Demon. Unexpectedly, just one night later, the command room received a call claiming that the Sukina Demon had been resurrected.

The more Ju Jianhui thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She thought to herself, "This matter must not be that simple. Zhao Ming must know something about the inside story, but he deliberately concealed it and kept it from me. Humph, this cunning and nasty guy really won't let go of any advantage and won't even suffer a little loss!" Thinking of this, Ju Jianhui gritted her teeth in anger.

The Victory Team moved swiftly, quickly arriving at Mount Sukina. Led by two patrolmen, they raced to the scene of the incident—the mysterious mountain. The team quickly dispersed and began a thorough survey of the surroundings.

"Is this where the Sukina ghost extended his hand?" Lina asked suspiciously. Her eyes wandered around, trying to find something unusual in this seemingly ordinary land.

A young man nearby scoffed at this, "You guys from the Victory Team actually believe in such supernatural talk? That's ridiculous!" He looked disdainful. As a young man of the modern age, educated in science and raised strong, he simply dismissed such claims of supernatural phenomena.

At this moment, Zhao Ming's voice suddenly rang out: "You are short-sighted, and I don't blame you. But if you jump to conclusions so hastily without conducting a rigorous investigation, and if this causes harm or even loss of life to innocent people, then who will bear the responsibility?" As the words fell, a flash of light appeared, and Zhao Ming's figure slowly emerged.

This sudden change made the young man terrified. He stammered, "You...are you a human or a ghost?"

Zhao Ming waved his hand impatiently and shouted, "Of course I'm a human! Get out of the way! Don't get in the way here!" In an instant, a powerful force swept over like a hurricane. The young man felt as if he was pushed by an invisible hand. He stumbled back several steps involuntarily and finally fell to the ground in a mess.

Zhao Ming stared at the members of the Victory Team, nodded slightly, and said slowly: "Jingtian Jinglong is like a towering mountain, and is an unparalleled swordsman. According to current scientific theory, he inherited the DNA of the super ancient giants, so Jingtian Jinglong can exert certain special abilities to wipe out these huge monsters."

"Moreover, Jingtian Jinglong is definitely not the only person who possesses the DNA of the super ancient giant." Zhao Ming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, and an elusive light flashed in his eyes.

The members of the Victory Team looked at each other, their hearts shrouded in fog and full of doubts.

"Xincheng, haven't you always been curious about why Dagu and I are the only ones who can use magic?" Zhao Ming asked slowly, his gaze fixed on Xincheng.

"Could it be..." Xincheng was very excited, as if the mystery in his heart was about to be solved.

"Yes, Dagu and I both have the optogenetic genes passed down from the giants of the ancient times flowing through our bodies," Zhao Ming whispered softly, his voice seeming to transcend time and space.

Zhao Ming nodded slightly and continued: "As far as I know, in some hidden corner of this vast world, there must be other people who have inherited the DNA of the super ancient giants. They may also have special abilities similar to Jingtian Jinglong."

Jujing was the first to recover from his surprise, "As expected of a consultant for TPC's research on ancient history, he draws very professional conclusions by applying modern methods to ancient times."