Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 364 Night attack?

Zijin finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Chloe flew over swiftly, unfurling an ancient magic book in mid-air, her long gray hair flowing behind her like tail feathers.

She scanned her surroundings while unleashing her most skilled detection magic—detection was her forte as a scholar specializing in archaeology!

However, the search yielded no results.

"Where are the enemies?!" Chloe's voice was filled with disbelief and confusion.

“It wasn’t an enemy attack, it’s over,” Violet said, putting away the Holy Shield.

Chloe landed beside Violet, about to ask further questions, when the Divine Scepter suddenly emitted a strange luster. It had no color or brightness, yet it enveloped the surroundings with unparalleled clarity, and could be clearly perceived.

The next moment, the two women simultaneously covered their foreheads as a torrent of information surged into their consciousness without warning! The impact was not intense, even gentle, yet it carried an irresistible force.

“This is…?” Chloe frowned, trying to understand.

The divine favor seemed to be conveying some kind of message. But this was Chloe's first encounter with this form of communication, and she was completely unable to decipher its meaning.

Violet shook her head in equally confusion, "I'm sorry, this is the first time I've encountered this situation."

Stacy arrived as well, her expression turning grave as she looked at the strangely shaped divine staff. "I've seen this at Atia's," she said, her voice low and menacing. "But this might... not be a good thing!"

"..." Zijin was speechless for a moment.

"Do you know how to analyze it?" Chloe asked.

“Atiya mentioned some,” Stacy replied. “I’ll give it a try!”

****
After an unknown amount of time, Su Ming suddenly woke up.

Before he could even open his heavy eyelids, the familiar, comforting, faint fragrance filled his nostrils.

"Finally awake!" Zi Jin's relieved voice rang in her ears, tinged with lingering fear. She gently patted Su Ming's chest, "Could you... not... scare me like that all of a sudden?"

Su Ming struggled to open his eyes, adjusting to the dim light, and barely managed to sit up. He immediately checked his internal condition—thankfully, it was just a depletion of magical energy due to severe overexertion of his mental strength, as if he had been completely drained, and it would probably take several days to recover.

"It seems that... I accidentally triggered an extremely powerful imprint that remained here ten thousand years ago," Su Ming said weakly, rubbing his temples which were still throbbing.

"Thankfully, it wasn't your own forced breakthrough that caused the backlash," Zi Jin said with lingering fear and relief. "I'm serious. At the Archmage level, there are countless examples of people dying because they were too hasty and lost control of their magic!"

"Understood, I will be careful." Su Ming nodded, and supported himself by Zi Jin's soft yet strong arm as he stood up.

Looking around, everything in the cave was as usual; the terrifying illusion he had just witnessed was nothing but a dream. The only difference was that the area of ​​the wall he had pointed at with his spell was now completely reduced to a pile of fine, grayish-white powder. A mere trace of power left over from ten thousand years ago had so easily caused him to faint… Just what unimaginably terrifying being truly existed within that terrifying eye that existed only in ancient memories?
Seeing that Su Ming's face was still pale and his steps were unsteady, Zi Jin didn't say a word and directly reached out her arms to pick him up. "I'll take you back to the 'Pansy' to recuperate."

“…Okay, thank you for your help.” Su Ming didn’t try to be brave and replied wearily.

****
When Su Ming returned to his room on the Pansy, the night was already as dark as ink.

The memory resurfaced, and the fleeting illusion he had just witnessed left him with an indescribable shock, accompanied by a sense of powerlessness bordering on despair.

Su Ming had always been accustomed to the human perspective, holding a deep reverence for the power of nature. But that brief glimpse just now made him realize that in the vast and boundless universe, perhaps there existed something far beyond imagination?
The world of "Eden," which was accidentally linked to by the old humans, was far beyond imagination. The unknown ancient dragons, as massive as mountains, could easily annihilate the Rift Clan even in their dying state.

And this dragon was nothing more than a pebble casually thrown by that world to explore its path.

The Rift Clan's audacity in scavenging food from such a place demonstrates utter ignorance and recklessness. Their extinction, then, seems less surprising.

His thoughts were a jumbled mess; too much had happened, but Su Ming had no time to sort them out. The intense discomfort from the depletion of his magic power was a constant companion, gripping his limbs tightly. The room was well-heated, dispelling the chill from outside. He changed into soft pajamas and practically collapsed onto the bed, instantly falling into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but on the verge of losing consciousness, he seemed to feel someone quietly push open the door and gently sit on the edge of the bed.

The cushion beneath her sank slightly to one side.

After dozing off for an unknown amount of time, Su Ming suddenly jolted awake, realizing something was amiss. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and in the dim light, the room seemed to be empty.

However, the heaviness at his feet was unusually clear. He strained to look up—and sure enough, a figure in a cotton nightgown was lounging lazily at the foot of the bed.

Even without the lights on, the silhouette and aura of the figure made him instantly recognize who it was.

“Um…” Su Ming cleared his hoarse throat, “Miss Long, it is very impolite for a human to break into a man’s room late at night.”

“Even though I am still a dragon.” Violet remained lying on her back, her gaze fixed on the empty ceiling, her voice unusually low, “It is equally disrespectful to dragons.”

It wasn't a dream after all!
Su Ming jolted awake, his sleepiness almost completely gone. He propped himself up to sit, rubbing his throbbing temples, and asked, "What's wrong?"

His vision gradually adjusted in the dim light. He saw Zijin's slender, fair legs dangling over the edge of the bed, swinging casually, tracing a striking arc. Her thin nightgown, already short, was pulled up even further by her supine position.

Su Ming subconsciously looked away, but then caught sight of the delicate collarbone exposed beneath the crooked neckline on the other side. A few strands of unbound hair fell onto her smooth shoulders, swaying gently with her occasional subtle movements.

The whole scene is filled with a sense of unintentional spontaneity, as if even time itself softens in the tranquil night.

“Sorry… I can’t sleep.” Violet paused, then added, “Besides, you didn’t lock the door.”

(End of this chapter)