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

Blue-green light rapidly surged into Chu Zihang's body, causing him to shudder violently. The Dragon Cutter in his hand erupted with dazzling light, as if merging with him. At the same time, a faint blue-green halo appeared in his pupils.

The light gradually faded, and the ruins returned to silence. Chu Zihang looked down at the Dragon Cutter in his hand, feeling an unprecedented power surging through his blood. This power was both familiar and strange, as if it carried Xia Mi's will and had formed some kind of connection with his soul.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at everything, muttering, "She... really disappeared?"

Caesar sheathed the rune sword and looked at Chu Zihang with a complicated expression: "It seems that she really chose to sacrifice herself."

Tian stood silently to the side, a hint of indescribable sadness in his eyes. He said softly, "Perhaps, she really just wanted to protect us."

Chu Zihang remained silent, his gaze fixed on Long Qie, his expression cold and profound. After a moment, he slowly raised his head, his voice low and firm: "Xia Mi's choice will not be in vain. We must complete her unfinished mission."

The group nodded, each with their own thoughts, but all chose to continue. They knew that this battle was far from over, and Xia Mi's power would be key to their fight against the Dragon King's will.

The blue-green light disappeared on the distant horizon, as if it were a silent farewell to their future.

The ruins returned to silence, and the dragon's aura in the air gradually dissipated, but the invisible oppressive feeling still lingered in people's hearts, refusing to dissipate for a long time. Chu Zihang stood there, holding the Dragon Cutter in his hand, his gaze fixed on the remaining blue-green light on the blade. His expression was cold and stern, but he could not hide the deep guilt in his eyes.

"Chu Zihang, are you alright?" Lu Mingfei cautiously stepped forward, his voice filled with worry. He had never seen Chu Zihang look like this before.

"I'm fine." Chu Zihang's voice was low, but lacked its usual firmness. His hands trembled slightly, as if he was still feeling the power that had just surged into his body—Xia Mi's power, and her last wish.

Caesar leaned against a stone pillar, calmly wiping his rune sword, but his gaze kept sweeping over Chu Zihang. He finally spoke, his tone tinged with a hint of cynicism: "Chu Zihang, don't overthink it. She's the Dragon King, she's our enemy. Even if she helped us, her sacrifice doesn't mean anything, understand?"

Chu Zihang slowly raised his gaze and looked coldly at Caesar: "Her sacrifice means that she chose to stand on our side. But I... didn't give her more trust."

“Trust?” Caesar raised an eyebrow and chuckled sarcastically. “Her status makes it impossible to fully trust her. Don’t forget, she could have easily destroyed us, but what she chose is not something you need to bear.”

"Is that so?" Chu Zihang said in a low voice, his tone revealing a rare complexity. "But if I had believed her sooner, if I had been more decisive in preventing her from sacrificing herself, wouldn't she... not have died?"

Caesar paused slightly, the smile fading from his lips. He didn't refute further, but instead lowered his head to continue fiddling with his rune sword.

Tian stood at a distance, his expression equally somber. He sighed, walked to Chu Zihang's side, and patted him on the shoulder: "We all underestimated her determination. She is a dragon, yet she chose to stand on the side of humanity. You and I both know how much willpower that takes."

Looking at Chu Zihang's hand tightly gripping the Dragon Cutter, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but say, "Chu Zihang, this isn't your fault. She... she did it voluntarily, she said it herself."

“But she shouldn’t have to bear all this.” Chu Zihang’s voice was tinged with pain. “I could tell something was wrong with her at the time, but I chose to be suspicious. I didn’t stop her in time, and even when she needed support the most, I remained indifferent to her.”

Lu Mingfei was stunned; he had never heard Chu Zihang express his emotions like this before. Chu Zihang had always been the calmest and most resolute member of the team, but at this moment, his tone was filled with deep self-reproach.

Caesar finally raised his head, his tone less sharp: "Chu Zihang, I don't like to admit it, but this time, you really did your best. Xia Mi is the Dragon King, and she chose to solve problems in her own way. We can't change her decision, nor can we bear the consequences for her."

Chu Zihang fell silent. His gaze fell on the Dragon Cutter again. The blue-green light on the blade had gradually faded, but the power remained clearly in his blood and deep in his soul.

“She placed her hopes in us, but I couldn’t reciprocate her trust,” he said softly, his gaze complex. “Xia Mi wasn’t an enemy; she was…our partner. Yet I made her bear everything alone.”

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and murmured, "She was so strong, and so gentle... I never thought she would come to this."

“Her strength and gentleness were precisely her most fatal weaknesses.” Caesar’s tone was calm, but he couldn’t hide a hint of regret. “Perhaps, she knew from the beginning that she couldn’t leave alive.”

Tian patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Guilt cannot change the outcome, but her choice was not meant to leave us wallowing in regret. She gave her life for hope, and what we must do is complete her unfinished mission."

Chu Zihang raised his head, his gaze deep and cold. He took a deep breath, slowly sheathed the Dragon Cutter, his voice low and firm: "Her sacrifice will not be in vain. I will use this power in the right place. In the battles to come, I will not let anyone else bear the consequences for me."

The team nodded silently, saying nothing more. They knew that Xia Mi's sacrifice was an irreparable wound, but the road ahead continued, and Chu Zihang had transformed that pain into responsibility.

In the distance, the sky gradually brightened, and sunlight streamed through the cracks in the ruins onto the ground, as if offering a final tribute to those lives that had vanished silently.

Sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, scattering across the earth, yet it could not dispel the chilling atmosphere permeating the ruins. Chu Zihang walked slowly forward, the Dragon Cutter hanging at his waist. His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, locked onto a distant high ground. It was a vast platform, with a massive wind altar standing in its center. The altar was surrounded by swirling storms, forming a natural barrier.

“The King of the Sky and Wind, Mr. McCarran,” Tian said in a low voice, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. “He is a more formidable being than Jormungandr.”

Caesar, carrying the rune sword, scoffed, "How difficult is it? More complicated than the Jormungandr ruins from before?"

“Much more complicated.” Tian’s voice lowered, tinged with unease. “The King of Wind controls the air and storms; his domain is virtually unbreakable. Once we enter, he will tear us to shreds.”

Lu Mingfei's face grew even paler. He glanced at Chu Zihang, then looked at the platform enveloped by the storm: "Should we still go in? Or... wait a little longer?"

“There’s no time to wait.” Chu Zihang’s voice was low and calm, his gaze never leaving the altar. “If he successfully unleashes his power, neither the academy nor we will have a chance.”

“That’s pretty exciting.” Caesar shrugged, then said with a smile, “Let’s see just how strong this King of Wind really is.”

The procession slowly approached the altar. The closer they got, the stronger the oppressive feeling in the air became. A howling wind whipped up sand and gravel, as if silently warning them of their transgression.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the eye of the storm, like a whisper from the abyss, carrying an undeniable majesty: "Humans, you have finally come."

The storm ceased instantly, the gale receding to both sides like a receding tide, revealing a tall figure. He was clad in silver armor, his body tall and slender, seemingly one with the sky. His face was stern, his eyes like abysses, radiating endless chill.

“McCarlan,” Chu Zihang said in a low voice, his knuckles turning slightly white as he gripped the Dragon Cutter.

McClane slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Insignificant beings, do you really think you can challenge me with this?"

"Want to give it a try?" Caesar sneered, and the rune sword suddenly lit up with a blazing blue light, carrying dazzling lightning as it hurtled towards McCarren.

McCallen didn't dodge. He raised his hand and gently waved it, and an invisible wind blade suddenly appeared, accurately blocking Caesar's attack. The moment the runic sword collided with the wind blade, a piercing roar erupted.

“It’s all in vain,” McCallen said coldly, then stomped his foot on the ground. The surrounding air jolted violently, and a fierce wind raged again, turning the entire altar into a battlefield of storms.