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

"Okay, thank you for your help."

We walked out of the warehouse and got into Zhao Mingxuan's Audi.

The car started and slowly drove away from the desolate northern mountainous area, heading towards the city of Beijing.

It was already past 8 p.m.

As night fell completely, the neon lights of Beijing stretched out outside the car window, forming a dazzling sea of ​​light.

The carriage was quiet; Zhao Mingxuan was a very well-behaved person.

Knowing that I had just come out of seclusion, he focused on driving this time and didn't bother me by making small talk.

I closed my eyes and began to secretly circulate the evil energy within my body, accelerating the recovery of the internal energy I had consumed during the test in the quiet room.

About an hour later, the SUV came to a smooth stop at the entrance of the General Administration Guesthouse.

"Advisor Chen, we've arrived."

Zhao Mingxuan stopped the car and turned to me, saying...

"Thank you for your hard work today."

I pushed open the car door, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and got out of the car.

"Please get some rest. Contact me anytime if you need anything."

Watching Zhao Mingxuan drive away, I turned and walked into the guesthouse.

After showing my identification, I returned to my room without any problems.

The room was very clean, and the cleaning staff cleaned it every day.

I tossed my backpack onto the sofa and went straight into the bathroom.

I took a long, hot shower, which washed away all the fatigue and sweat from the seclusion and testing.

I dried my hair, changed into clean clothes, and didn't lie down to rest immediately.

Instead, she walked to the bedside, took off her slippers, and sat cross-legged on the soft bed.

Although I had secretly circulated my inner energy to recover some of it on the way back, the battle between the magical artifacts in the underground meditation room, coupled with the subsequent tests, had indeed greatly depleted the evil energy within me.

I'm heading to the dangerous and unknown ancient tombs in western Hunan in the next couple of days, and I must make sure I'm in peak condition at all times.

I closed my eyes, placed my hands naturally on my knees, and assumed a five-pointed-up-the-sky posture.

As my breathing gradually became longer and deeper, I focused my mind on my dantian.

The evil core within his body began to slowly rotate, and streams of evil energy with a warm, jade-like luster flowed out from his dantian like trickles of water.

The body begins to circulate through the eight extraordinary meridians.

With each cycle, the internal energy consumed in the quiet room is replenished slightly.

At the same time, the mysterious, cool aura that had been lingering deep between my eyebrows also began to circulate spontaneously.

It is like a clear spring, constantly nourishing my mind.

With the aid of this cool aura, I could even clearly feel the faint golden pattern that had merged into my murderous aura—that was the trace of dragon might brought by the remnant origin of the dragon soul.

It is gradually and deeply penetrating into my limbs, bones, and flesh, following the natural cycle of the universe.

This feeling is very magical, like the whole person is undergoing a slow and profound baptism.

Time slipped away quietly in the stillness of meditation.

Silent all night.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the sheets, I opened my eyes precisely on time.

I let out a long breath and stretched my neck.

After a whole night of intensive cultivation, the evil energy consumed in his body has not only been fully restored, but has even improved several times over.

That feeling of abundant power made me feel very grounded.

I got out of bed, quickly washed up, and was about to go to the guesthouse restaurant for breakfast when my phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly vibrated.

I walked over and picked up the phone; the screen displayed Zhang Xuanqing's number.

Pressing the answer button, Zhang Xuanqing's clear, Taoist-tinged voice came through the receiver.

"Brother Chen, did you sleep well last night?"

"That's good, Master Zhang. Has the departure time been set?" I asked.

"That's right."

Zhang Xuanqing's tone became more serious.

"The General Administration is very efficient; the special team members have all assembled."

Various special equipment and talismans for underground tombs have been approved and allocated.

Everyone is taking final rest and equipment adjustments today.

We are scheduled to depart from Beijing military airport at 6:00 AM tomorrow on a special plane bound for western Hunan.

"I understand, it's six o'clock tomorrow morning. I can leave anytime."

I replied calmly.

"Okay, then you should rest well at the guesthouse today and get plenty of rest."

A car will pick you up at 5:30 tomorrow morning.

After hanging up the phone, I had a general idea of ​​the scale of this operation.

The fact that the General Administration of Radio, Film and Television (SARFT) could mobilize a military airport and special aircraft indicates that this special team is of a very high standard.

Just as I was about to put my phone down, a text message notification suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.

The sender is Lu Yan.

I opened the text message, and a message popped up.

"Chen Yang, the preliminary results of the thing you left at the station for me to have identified are in.

Several senior experts from the General Administration used various instruments and even invited senior experts from the Xuanmen sect to take a look.

They confirmed that the object was neither a plant root nor a fossil.

"That's a very old dragon horn!"

Experts speculate that it was probably shed thousands of years ago by a giant dragon that was about to transform into a dragon during its metamorphosis or death.

It was then buried in the unique, cold, and damp earth beneath southern Xinjiang, and through countless years of erosion, it transformed into its current form, becoming jade-like and wood-like.

Looking at this text message, I stood by the window, a faint smile involuntarily creeping onto my lips.

Dragon horn.

This assessment result completely confirms my previous conjecture.

I recalled what the dragon spirit had said to me in that pure white dream.

"I sensed a kin's bloodline within you..."

Now everything makes sense.

The piece of dead wood deep underground in the Lan family's territory in southern Xinjiang is actually a horn from an ancient dragon.

The vast amount of vital energy remaining within it carries the original mark of the dragon.

I absorbed that vital energy, and although I narrowly escaped death, I also benefited from the misfortune, as I integrated that trace of the mark into my body.

Only after that, once the dragon soul is freed, will it enter my body...

What makes me even more fortunate is the snake egg that I left at Tingyuxuan in Jiangcheng.

Master Liu's only son is a snake.

According to the Records of Strange Things, a snake transforms into a jiao (a type of dragon) after five hundred years, and a jiao transforms into a dragon after a thousand years.

After absorbing a large amount of blood and energy from the dragon's horn, the snake egg not only recovered from its congenital damage, but even its shell turned into a warm, jade-like color.

This is equivalent to letting it absorb the essence of the dragon while it's still in the womb, laying the foundation for its future transformation into a dragon.

This is an incredible stroke of luck.

If Master Liu were alive outside the Great Wall, he would probably wake up laughing in his dreams.