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

The dragon's voice rang out again: "This is a test of the dragon's ancestral soul. You must pass it with blood and will, or you will become one with this land and never be reborn."

Chu Zihang's movements didn't stop; his eyes grew even colder, and the blade flashed, weaving greenish-blue arcs in the darkness, forcefully cleaving through this endless despair. He knew this trial wasn't just for Xia Mi, but also for his own beliefs. He absolutely could not fall, even if it cost him his life.

The red light in the rift grew increasingly intense, and the ancient and terrifying aura gradually coalesced into a gigantic shadow. This was the power of the dragon's remains, and the majesty from ancient times pressed down on Chu Zihang like a mountain.

But he gritted his teeth, raised the Dragon Cutter, and launched a final charge against the enormous shadow.

A colossal shadow slowly took shape in the rift valley. It was a phantom dragon formed from the countless remnants of dragons, its entire body engulfed in dark red flames, its eyes as deep and cold as an abyss. It looked down at Chu Zihang, its roar exploding like thunder. The entire rift valley seemed to tremble violently at that moment, and dust and gravel fell in droves.

"Mortal, is your will strong enough?" The dragon's voice was deep and filled with oppressive power. "In this forbidden land, there is no mercy. If you fail, your soul will be imprisoned here forever, becoming a part of me."

Chu Zihang did not answer; his gaze was as sharp as a knife, and the emerald-green Dragon Cutter emitted a dazzling light. He suddenly leaped up, transforming into a streak of light as he charged straight towards the dragon. The Dragon Cutter sliced ​​through the air, colliding head-on with the dragon's body.

"boom!"

The dragon's claw descended like a mountain, carrying destructive power. Chu Zihang nimbly adjusted his body in mid-air, and the Dragon Cleaver precisely blocked the dragon's claw. The collision of light and flames stirred up a violent energy wave, which blasted him back several meters.

As his feet touched the ground, Chu Zihang's legs bent slightly, and the ground cracked beneath his feet. Without a moment's hesitation, he gripped the hilt of his sword again, the emerald light growing even brighter. His voice was deep yet powerful: "I will not fail!"

The dragon roared and lunged forward, its massive head, wreathed in dragon breath, hurtling straight at Chu Zihang. Flames surged in the air, carrying an aura of world-destroying power. As Chu Zihang dodged to the side, his Dragon Slash unleashed a sharp arc of light, precisely striking the dragon's flank.

The blade pierced the dragon's body, and a bluish-green light spread along the wound, causing the dragon to let out a painful roar. However, its wound was instantly healed by dark red flames, as if its body were an indestructible being.

"Insufficient power." The dragon sneered, its voice filled with undisguised mockery. "Your attacks are laughable, like those of ants. Is this the resolve you have to be resurrected?"

Chu Zihang's expression darkened slightly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter. He took a deep breath, raised the Dragon Slayer, and a bluish-green light rose like a raging fire. The runes on the blade were activated, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

"It's not that you lack determination, it's that you can't stop me." After saying that, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, transforming into a bolt of lightning and rushing straight towards the dragon's head. The blade pierced the dragon shadow's forehead, and the emerald light, like a wedge, was firmly driven into its core.

The dragon let out a deafening roar, its body jerking backward in an attempt to escape Chu Zihang's attack. However, Chu Zihang gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly, letting the dragon's power drag him into the air. His body was like a swaying lone leaf, yet he never let go.

"That's enough!" the dragon roared, its massive tail sweeping across like a whip, slamming Chu Zihang against the rock wall. His figure crashed against the stone wall with a dull thud, then fell heavily to the ground.

Chu Zihang coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the Dragon Cutter slipped from his grasp and fell to the side. However, his hand trembled as he reached out and grabbed the hilt again. He struggled to his feet, the light in his eyes still undiminished.

"You think you can defeat me?" The dragon let out a deep laugh, slowly approaching, its massive shadow enveloping Chu Zihang. "Your body has reached its limit, why bother with futile struggles?"

Chu Zihang did not answer. He raised his head, his gaze cold and resolute: "I said I would not fail."

Just as the dragon was about to pounce, Chu Zihang moved again. His movements were as swift as lightning; the Dragon Slayer Blade, burning with a bluish-green light, pierced straight at the runes at the core of the dragon's body. The blade pierced through the center of the dragon's shadow, and a tremendous burst of light erupted instantly, red and blue intertwining to form an irresistible force.

The dragon's roar grew low and hoarse, its massive body gradually crumbling, its voice echoing through the rift: "Mortal, you have won... but remember, your price... will never end."

The light faded, and the rift valley returned to darkness. Chu Zihang knelt on one knee, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword trembling slightly. He was panting heavily, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body. However, when he looked up, he saw a faint blue-green light floating in the air, a light that carried a familiar aura.

“Xia Mi…” he murmured softly, reaching out his hand. The light slowly fell into his palm, warm yet heavy.

The bluish-green light floated gently in Chu Zihang's palm, its warmth spreading throughout his body, as if a long-lost feeling had returned. Within the light, a familiar face was faintly visible—it was Xia Mi—her smile was gentle and bright, like an indelible mark deep within his memory.

"Chu Zihang..." A familiar yet distant voice came, gently echoing in his ears.

Chu Zihang's body stiffened, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. His fingers trembled slightly as he whispered, "Xia Mi, is that you?"

The face in the light blurred for a moment, then became clearer. Xia Mi's voice rang out again, with a faint smile: "I never expected you would go to such lengths for me."

Chu Zihang closed his eyes, his voice low and firm: "I owe you. No matter the cost, I will bring you back."

"Fool," Xia Mi said softly, her tone tinged with helplessness yet also carrying a warm smile. "Do you know how much it takes to resurrect a dragon? Your body, in its current state, is probably no longer able to withstand any more."

"Whatever the cost, I'm prepared." Chu Zihang raised his head, his gaze resolute. "As long as it brings you back."

Xia Mi paused slightly, the light softening. A hint of emotion crept into her voice: "You're always so persistent, never willing to let go. But, Chu Zihang, resurrecting me isn't just your wish, it's my choice too. Do you know what the consequences might be?"

Chu Zihang tightened his grip on the ray of light: "I will bear the consequences. As long as you can come back, I can face anything."

The light was silent for a moment, then Xia Mi's voice rang out again: "Alright. If this is your decision, then I'll trust you this once. But, Chu Zihang, you must remember, the power that resurrected me is incomplete; it comes from the remnants of the dragon race and forbidden techniques. This power might go out of control one day in the future. Can you... withstand it?"

Chu Zihang's gaze was as sharp as a knife, and his voice was unwavering: "I will bear it."

The blue-green light suddenly blazed brightly, illuminating the entire rift valley. Chu Zihang felt a warm power surge into his body, merging with his blood, bones, and even soul. This power was both familiar and strange, as if Xia Mi's will had been reintegrated into his life.

The runes in the rift flickered for a moment, then gradually dimmed. The blue-green light transformed into a stream of light, slowly disappearing into Chu Zihang's chest. His body trembled slightly, feeling an indescribable calm.

“Xia Mi…” he murmured softly, feeling her presence still lingering, but no longer a complete life, but rather a special kind of resonance.

"Chu Zihang, my power is now one with yours, and I will stand shoulder to shoulder with you in your battles in the future. But please promise me, don't gamble everything again, okay?" Xia Mi's voice echoed softly in his mind, like a gentle murmur.

Chu Zihang nodded slightly and closed his eyes. A rare smile appeared on his lips, a smile of relief and a determination to be reborn.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, gripping the Dragon Cutter tightly, and turned to walk out of the rift. His steps remained steady, each one imbued with unwavering conviction. He knew the road ahead would be even more dangerous, but he also knew that no matter what he encountered, he would never be alone again.

When Chu Zihang left the rift valley, it was already dusk. A thick layer of dark clouds floated in the sky, and a cold wind swirled up dust from the ground, its low whistling echoing across the wasteland. His steps, though weary, remained steady, each one filled with unwavering determination.