Transmigrating into a dragon clan experimental subject, is that even possible?

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and nodded, "Alright, since there's no way out, let's fight it out."

Tian Shen glanced at the four of them: "Get ready, we'll begin our operation tomorrow. Remember, try to stay calm. Jormungandr's consciousness is powerful, but as long as we remain clear-headed, we can defeat it."

The four quickly prepared their equipment, ready to meet the upcoming challenge. Anxiety and tension filled the air. Although they had been preparing for this battle, they still had doubts in the face of the invisible battle of consciousness and spirit.

Tian glanced one last time at the deep night sky outside the window, a vague premonition rising in his heart: this battle would no longer be just a confrontation with the enemy, but also a struggle against the fear and confusion deep within his own heart.

Tian stood by the window, gazing at the faint starlight in the night sky, his heart filled with heavy thoughts. The outside world was quiet; the academy buildings cast long shadows in the moonlight, and all was silent. It was like the calm before a storm, oppressive and silent.

He knew all too well that what lay ahead was the most difficult time for him and his team. The resurrection of the dragon remains and the consciousness of Jormungandr were merely the surface; the real challenge lay in confronting that ancient and powerful force in the spiritual realm. If it wasn't completely resolved, the consciousness and souls of all of them would be blurred under its erosion, or even lose themselves altogether.

"Tian, ​​are you ready?" Chu Zihang's voice came from behind, breaking the silence.

Tian turned around, his gaze resolute: "Ready." He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination. "This is not just a mission, but a life-or-death test for each of us. Today, we are facing a completely different enemy."

Chu Zihang nodded, his gaze slightly grave: "We've known for a long time that the Secret Society is not just about the remains of the dragons. Now, this 'consciousness' seems to be their true weapon."

Caesar sat at the table, leisurely wiping his weapons, seemingly not too nervous about the upcoming mission: "Alright, alright, after we finish this battle, we'll definitely have a great vacation. Let's deal with this 'consciousness' first, and then we'll get some rest."

Lu Mingfei stood silently to the side, his heart filled with questions and unease: "Heavens, is the 'consciousness' you mentioned before really that powerful? Can it penetrate our souls and even influence our thoughts?"

Tian nodded, a deep worry flashing in his eyes: "It can not only infiltrate our thoughts, it can even change our perception of the world. Each of us may become increasingly blurred under its influence, until we completely lose ourselves."

"Then what do we do?" Lu Mingfei's mood became heavy. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if he might fall into some kind of abyss from which he could not extricate himself at any moment.

“We must find its source and destroy it before it completely erodes our consciousness,” Tian’s voice was deep and firm. “This is not just a battle against its body, but a contest against its consciousness and soul. We must enter its spiritual realm directly and break its control.”

A glint flashed in Chu Zihang's eyes: "Directly enter the spiritual realm? You mean, we're going to challenge its consciousness?"

Tian was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Yes. We will enter its spiritual world and confront it face to face. Only by destroying its core can we completely stop its erosion of our souls."

"That sounds a bit crazy," Caesar chuckled. "But now that we've made up our minds, there's nothing to be afraid of. With the four of us together, who can stop us?"

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "This battle is different from the past. We will not only rely on force, but more importantly on our mind and will. I hope we can work together to resist the erosion of that force."

Tian Shen gave him a deep look, his gaze filled with a complex emotion: "You're right, Lu Mingfei. The real enemy is not the dragon remains before us, but the power that has already seeped into our hearts."

"Then let's begin." Chu Zihang's voice was calm and firm. "No matter how strong it is, we must destroy it completely."

In the final moments of preparation, the four checked their equipment one last time. Each face wore varying degrees of tension and determination, but the resolve in their eyes was unwavering. They knew that today's battle was not a confrontation with a physical enemy, but a struggle against a terrifying force in the spiritual realm.

They arrived at the core area of ​​the Camarilla's revival ceremony. Intense energy fluctuations permeated the surroundings; the power emanating from the dragon remains seemed to dance in the air, distorting the space around them. The rune array was fully activated, its light flashing like a giant net, firmly enveloping the entire area.

Tian's heart pounded faster and faster, and the pressure in his mind grew heavier and heavier. The consciousness of Jormungandr was quietly approaching, as if an invisible force was trying to pull at his consciousness. At that moment, Tian suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

"It's here," Tian said in a low voice, his voice filled with tension and determination.

Suddenly, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and darkness swept in like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible to breathe. A powerful mental force surged forth, seemingly tearing their consciousness apart.

"You want to challenge me?" A deep and majestic voice resounded in Tian's mind, as if from an endless abyss, "Your power is simply no match for my will."

Tian felt countless voices whispering in his mind, voices filled with temptation and possessing an irresistible power, as if threatening to devour him completely. Each word struck his consciousness like a heavy hammer, making it almost impossible for him to think.

"Don't let it control you!" Chu Zihang's voice came from beside him, his tone low but full of determination. "Hold on, God, we're together!"

Tian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with determination: "I cannot be swallowed by it!"

As he spoke, the four of them simultaneously sprang into action, concentrating all their will and strength in an attempt to resist the force emanating from the abyss. However, Jormungandr's consciousness seemed not to be a simple entity; it enveloped their thoughts like a net, gradually eroding them every second.

"Your resistance is doomed to failure." The voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "You are nothing but dust, unable to fight against me, unable to fight against the greatness of the dragon race."

But a resolute glint flashed in Tian's eyes: "I am not dust! We are warriors of Kassel College!"

He gritted his teeth, focusing his will, trying to break free from the corrosive force. In that instant, he felt an unprecedented power, as if that ancient, profound consciousness was reaching out its claws, trying to drag him into the abyss.

But Tian did not give up. He summoned from his memories his past vows, his past goals, and all the beliefs that made him strong. That power was gradually suppressed, and although it was extremely painful, he knew that he could not back down.

"We are not powerless!" he roared, his voice growing increasingly resolute. "That is our greatest strength!"

As these words fell, the four of them joined forces, concentrating all their power to counterattack Jormungandr's consciousness. The clash of their minds grew increasingly intense, and the surrounding space began to distort, as if they had entered a realm without rules—a battlefield of spirit and consciousness.

Tian closed his eyes, feeling the irresistible force deep within his spirit, but he did not give up; instead, he fought with all his might. Every second, he used his human will to resist that being that did not belong to this world.

"This battle has only just begun."

Tian's consciousness was like a lone boat in the deep sea, struggling to move forward amidst churning waves. The surrounding space was distorted into indescribable shapes, darkness and light intertwining into an endless void, as if the entire world was collapsing. Beside him, the consciousness of Jormungandr surged like a tidal wave, carrying a powerful aggression, as if to devour him and drag him into eternal darkness.

However, the will of Heaven acted like a solid bulwark, keeping him conscious despite the relentless, intense pain. Each time his consciousness teetered on the brink of being swallowed, he forced himself back to reality, recalling past promises and the responsibilities he bore. He knew that only in this way could he survive this battle in the spiritual realm.

"I am not your puppet!" Tian roared in the spiritual world, his voice booming like thunder. "I do not belong to you!"

The consciousness of Jormungandr seemed to pause for a moment, then a cold laugh rang out: "You are just a mortal, how can you resist me? The gap between you and me can never be bridged."

The surrounding space distorted once more, and a chilling power enveloped him, pressing directly on Tian's soul. The oppressive feeling was like a thousand-ton boulder crashing into his chest, making it difficult to breathe and almost unbearable. Tian's head throbbed with pain, as if his soul was being torn to shreds.