What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I felt like I had been forcibly stuffed into a small, airtight metal can.

The pressure from all sides almost crushed "me".

In this suffocating despair, my consciousness briefly went into a state of confusion.

……

I don't know how much time passed, but the oppressive feeling suddenly disappeared.

The darkness before my eyes receded like the tide, and in its place was an endless expanse of pure white, so clean it was almost unsettling.

I looked down and found that I had returned to a human body.

Wearing that familiar tattered windbreaker, his left arm still showed the bulging veins of his "Pan Sha" state.

However, I don't feel any pain or fatigue at this moment.

I raised my head and looked ahead.

The illusory image of the dragon soul was quietly coiled less than ten meters away from me.

In the real world, it is always accompanied by a violent aura and a deafening roar.

But in this pure white space, it appeared unusually quiet.

On that enormous, illusory body, every dragon scale and every whisker was meticulously detailed, radiating a faint golden light and exuding a sense of vicissitudes that had been weathered by time.

Its huge dragon eyes stared at me, without any hostility in them.

Immediately afterwards, an old voice, tinged with a sense of relief, resounded directly in my mind.

"Little one, we can finally have a quiet chat."

I didn't say anything, I just stood there quietly, maintaining the posture of a listener.

When faced with such an ancient existence that has survived for an unknown period of time, remaining silent is often the best option.

Dragon Soul didn't seem to mind my silence.

It raised its head slightly, its gaze seemingly piercing through the pure white space and looking towards the distant past.

What you just saw was my last memory before I died.

Its voice was calm, as if it were telling someone else's story.

"Actually, I am not a real dragon."

Hundreds of years ago, I was just a dragon who had cultivated in this river for a long time.

Back then, I was arrogant and ignorant, thinking I had achieved great cultivation. I foolishly attempted to take advantage of a once-in-a-century torrential rain to transform myself into a dragon, shed my snake skin, and become a true dragon.

At this point, a hint of bitterness crept into his voice.

"However, the commotion caused by the dragon walking is too great."

The river overflowed, causing the dikes to burst.

Although I was focused on the sea, I didn't care about the creatures on both sides.

That flood drowned countless people and destroyed fertile fields.

"This is outrageous! It's a wrath of both heaven and man..."

"Later, this attracted the man dressed in a scholar's robe."

He severed my body and took away the last remaining remnant of my soul.

Then they trapped me on that cauldron and sank me to the bottom of the dark, sunless Dragon-Locking Well.

"He said he would use me to suppress the ley lines here and wash away the sins I had committed."

I listened quietly, a wave of emotion washing over me.

The legend of the Locked Dragon Well is occasionally passed down among the older generation in Jiangcheng, but I always thought it was just a myth.

I never expected to meet the legendary person today, and in such a way at that.

The dragon soul lowered its head, looking at its five-clawed dragon body, and suddenly let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

"It's funny to think about it now."

When I was alive, I desperately wanted to transform into a dragon, but ended up with my head separated from my body.

Instead, trapped at the bottom of that well for hundreds of years, my remnant soul absorbed the earth's energy and the human fortune overflowing from the cauldron day and night.

By a twist of fate, it shed its dragon form and became the true dragon it is today.

"What is this? Is this a joke played by God?"

It shook its head, and its illusory body swayed slightly.

"A few days ago, that person forcibly broke the seal and pulled me out of the well."

The moment I escaped, I did think about destroying everything here.

But when I briefly experienced the world outside, I realized that it had already changed.

"The spiritual energy is depleted, and less than one in ten remains."

Even if a remnant soul like mine escapes, it simply cannot survive in this world for long; sooner or later, it will dissipate into the universe.

Its huge eyes looked at me again, and its gaze became profound.

"I don't want to die, but I don't want to go back to that dark and gloomy cauldron and endure hundreds of years of loneliness and imprisonment again."

So, taking advantage of the earth's ley line fluctuations, I broke free.

"As for why it crawled into your body..."

The dragon soul paused for a moment, as if sensing something.

"Because I sensed a kind of bloodline within you."

Although very faint, it does exist.

In this degenerate age, encountering even a trace of familiar aura is a great comfort to a wandering ghost like myself.

A thought struck me: the blood of my own kind?

I immediately thought of the mysterious dead wood that I brought back from the Lan family in southern Xinjiang.

It contained an incredibly vast amount of vital energy, which almost caused me to explode and die.

Could that thing also be a part of the "dragon"?

"To meet is fate."

The dragon soul's voice grew softer and softer.

Its once solid body began to show subtle ripples from the edges, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"I have reached my limit and am about to completely dissipate."

Since there is still a little bit of power left in this remnant soul, it would be a waste to take it away.

"I'll just consider it a small gift for you, little one."

"Hopefully, this will give you more resources to survive on this difficult road."

Before I could even finish speaking, it gave me no chance to refuse or say thank you.

The dragon soul's enormous body suddenly disintegrated, transforming into countless dazzling golden specks of light.

These points of light, like fireflies dancing in the summer night, hovered in this pure white space for a moment before surging towards me like rivers flowing into the sea.

When the first golden light touched my body, I did not feel any discomfort.

On the contrary, an unprecedented warmth instantly enveloped my entire body.

The feeling was like soaking in a perfectly warm hot spring in the dead of winter.

This power is not violent; it is gentle and enduring, seeping into my body through my pores and flowing slowly along my meridians.

I could clearly feel that the meridians that had been somewhat damaged from activating the protective aura for a long time were rapidly healing under this warm power.

The broken muscle fibers and cracks in the bones are being repaired at an incredible speed.

What shocked me even more was the evil pill inside my body.

The original dark jade-colored demon pill did not increase in size after absorbing these golden light spots.

But the colors became deeper and purer.

When the malevolent energy circulates in the meridians, in addition to its usual chilling and ferocious nature, it also subtly acquires a sense of righteousness and peace, as if it carries an inviolable dragon's might.