Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 342 Yin Fei and Lan Mo

Yunier put down the picture book, while her eyes quickly glanced at a line of small print in an inconspicuous corner of the back cover: Sanghe Picture Publishing House, serial number 2720201.

She kept it in mind.

Great, this publisher accepts mail orders!

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The outskirts of Serena, a polar city, on the mainland of North Iceland.

This location is at approximately 70 degrees north latitude, already within the frigid Arctic Circle.

Although the geographical North Pole requires an extremely long trek northward, crossing massive ice sheets to reach, Iceland itself is already one of the coldest and most desolate regions on the planet, second only to Antarctica.

Despite the calendar indicating that spring has long since arrived, the air here remains frozen with a biting chill, and the temperature stubbornly hovers around minus thirty-five degrees Celsius.

Therefore, when the massive silver dragon body broke through the thick, lead-gray clouds and landed on the land of North Iceland, even this silver dragon elder, who was known among the dragons for his cold resistance, couldn't help but shiver violently!
Even with the reputation of being "the least afraid of cold dragon species besides the blue dragon," the silver dragon was brought back to reality by the polar climate—she was only relatively less afraid of low temperatures, but the North Iceland in front of her was far beyond what the word "cold" could describe!
The icy current seeped in everywhere, and a layer of frost quickly condensed on the silver dragon's body, with fine ice shards clinging to the scales around her eyes. She couldn't help but let out a loud sneeze, and the ice armor on her body crumbled and shattered with a "whoosh".

In his disheveled state, a clear snot streamed uncontrollably from his nostril, freezing into a small icicle on the tip of his nose, making him look extremely undignified.

Yinfei even wanted to turn back and jump into the seawater where ice blocks were floating—it was really much warmer in there!
However, Yinfei did not suffer for long. At the edge of the horizon, the goal of this journey finally appeared.

The enormous yet elegant figure of Lan Mo, another elder of the Dragon Clan, was clearly visible in the crisp air of the Arctic Circle.

As fellow Saint-level dragons, Lan Mo clearly sensed the unique aura of his kin. Therefore, he left his lair and took the initiative to greet them.

The land of North Iceland is vast and desolate, covering an area of ​​over one million square kilometers, yet it is home to only a few hundred thousand winged creatures adapted to the extreme climate, making it their home where they struggle to survive.

As for the blue dragon, there was only Lan Mo. His clan all lived at the foot of the snow-capped mountains at the northernmost end of Dragon Valley. The temperate climate there was truly suitable for the blue dragon clan to live in.

Not the Arctic Circle here.

Yin Fei unleashed her full senses, but there was no other life in the vicinity—the Feathered Clan of North Iceland were scattered across the boundless white desert, as sparse as stars. It was very difficult to spot them without going to their settlements.

Lan Mo flapped its dragon wings and landed on the thick snow in front of Yin Fei. Unlike the silver dragon's individual scales, the blue dragon's scales were much wider and not single-layered, but overlapping each other like tiles.

This structure provides not only physical defense but also an insulating barrier. Neither wind nor snow, nor severe cold, can penetrate the depths of its layered scales.

A hint of undisguised envy flickered across Yin Fei's heart. She composed herself, raised her dragon claws stiffened by the cold, and prepared to get to the point.

“Yin Fei.” Lan Mo’s gentle voice rang out, “We… haven’t met for over fifty years, have we?” His dragon eyes reflected Yin Fei’s current disheveled state. “It is quite unexpected that you would personally set foot in such a frigid place.”

"Yes." Yin Fei also let out a sigh carrying a white mist, her breath condensing into a cloud of icy dust as she exhaled. The last time the two dragons met was at the Ancestral Spirit Land in Dragon Valley, during Lan Mo's inauguration ceremony as the Great Elder of the Blue Dragon. At that time, she had not yet stepped into the Saint Rank, and watched Lan Mo, who was the focus of attention of all the dragons, with some envy from below the stage.

For more than fifty years after that, Lan Mo never appeared in Dragon Valley again. Even at the ceremony when Yin Fei was promoted to Saint Rank and succeeded as the Grand Elder, he only entrusted a merchant ship passing through the North to send a congratulatory gift.

Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye, yet upon reflection, it feels like only a short time. Time, for a dragon, is so worthless.

"Let's go." Lan Mo was clearly aware of Yin Fei's discomfort in the low temperature and extended an invitation, "Let's go to my nest to avoid the cold and rest for a while."

Silver Scarlet's raised dragon claws stopped in mid-air.

“Okay!” she replied immediately.

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With great effort, Yin Fei unfurled her dragon wings, which were partially frozen and appeared somewhat cumbersome, and, guided by Lan Mo, flew towards the depths of the ice cliff. The ice shards added an extra burden, making her feel as if she were carrying rocks with each flap of her wings.

However, to her surprise and even a touch of envy, Lan Mo, who was flying ahead, was as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of ice or even a speck of snow! In the dim light, upon closer inspection, one could even vaguely see a layer of...warm steam swirling around Lan Mo's massive body!

"How can you be so warm?" Yinfei asked curiously.

This completely contradicted her understanding; even a blue dragon shouldn't act this way.

Lan Mo turned his head, a playful smile appearing on his face. "I also hate the feeling of being frozen. So..." he said casually, "I've just mastered some unique little tricks to keep warm."

Before long, the two giant dragons, one after the other, arrived at a deep cave with a huge ice cliff behind it.

The entrance to the cave seemed unremarkable, barely wide enough for a dragon to pass through. But as Yin Fei followed Lan Mo closely, carefully slipping into an ancient ice tunnel, the space before them suddenly opened up!
A long-awaited warm breeze, carrying the scent of dust from the depths of the earth, swept over her, quickly dispelling the biting cold clinging to her silver-red scales and easing her frozen body.

Although the temperature hovers around zero degrees Celsius, compared to the frigid outside, this cave is like a warm, spring-like paradise.

Lan Mo opened her mouth slightly, and a breath ignited a row of torches embedded in the side wall. The orange light flickered and shone, the soft glow dispelling the darkness in the cave.

Using the faint, sparkling light, Yinfei looked around and discovered that the cave walls were covered with a vast number of murals! Most of these murals were small in size, with simple and bold lines, and many parts were blurred due to their age, revealing an indescribable sense of vicissitude.

Her gaze swept across the cave's interior, where obvious signs of human excavation were visible everywhere. Primitive and rudimentary living facilities made of bones and rocks were scattered about, and in many corners lay weathered and unrecognizable remains of corpses.

"This is a relic left by the ancient humans," Lan Mo's voice echoed in the empty cave as he explained to Yin Fei.

(End of this chapter)