I became a dragon in hell.

The River Styx was silent; its bluish-brown waters flowed slowly and silently, like ghosts from hell.

Diding shook the "childhood sweetheart" in the dragon's claw, but there was no reaction.

Verbal stimulation had no effect, nor did poking her belly with his dragon claws or tickling her armpits. Sometimes, Distin wondered if his childhood sweetheart would suddenly open her eyes if he took off her armor one day.

Then another question arises: if your childhood sweetheart suddenly opens her eyes one day, is she alive or a zombie?

As he pondered this question, Distin unconsciously shook the dragon claw gripping the armored female corpse, the corpse's blood-red hair rubbing against his claw.

"Let me test the water temperature for you first."

Sitting by the River Styx, Diding stretched the dragon's foot into the river.

The instant the dragon's feet entered the water, a chilling, thick necromantic power surged wildly into Diding's dragon feet.

Diding allowed the cold, thick necromantic power of the River Styx to seep into his dragon feet; this stuff could also temper his dragon body.

It can not only temper his dragon body, but also make his dragon soul more resilient.

Besides the cold, thick necromantic power, Diding also sensed something touching his dragon feet, and an unknown force grabbing his dragon feet and pulling him forcefully into the River Styx.

With a gentle push, the unknown force that had been holding onto his dragon feet vanished without a trace.

If you want a foot bath, soaking your feet at Styx is a good choice.

Unfortunately, he hasn't made many good friends on the outermost edge of Hell. If he did, he could invite them to experience the unique foot bath of the River Styx.

"The water is a little cooler than your body temperature, let me soak your feet first."

Diding placed the armored female corpse next to his dragon body, wrapped his dragon tail around the waist of the armored female corpse, and with a slight movement, the armored female corpse's feet just disappeared into the River Styx.

An invisible force suddenly erupted, attempting to pull the armored female corpse into the River Styx.

Diding used the dragon's tail to wrap around the armored female corpse's abdomen, precisely to prevent her from being pulled into the River Styx by those ghostly creatures, and then drifting downstream to an unknown place.

"Get out! This is my childhood sweetheart. If you dare to harm her, I'll drain the Styx River from this tributary and make sure you can't even be ghosts anymore."

But then again, my childhood sweetheart can even defeat the Lich Lord Brann, why would he be afraid of you?

As soon as he finished speaking, Destin loosened his dragon tail and watched as his "childhood sweetheart" was pulled into the River Styx with a whoosh.

Without saying a word, he plunged headfirst into the River Styx.

The cold, thick necromantic power surged wildly into his dragon body, while countless transparent phantoms appeared on Didin's back and abdomen.

Lightning flashed within the River Styx, its bluish-purple hues spreading wildly across the river.

Transparent bubbles appeared on the calm water surface, accompanied by a shrill, mournful scream.

In the River Styx, Didin's dragon body flickered with purplish-blue arcs of electricity, and his purplish-blue vertical pupils, like the sun and moon, stared intently at his childhood sweetheart who was floating and sinking in the river.

His childhood sweetheart's blood-red hair danced and spread wildly in the water, piercing through her illusory figure and pale ghost face.

Ok?

Suddenly, two blinding beams of blue-purple light shot out from Destin's vertical pupils. He seemed to see his 'childhood sweetheart' furrow her brow slightly.

The cold, thick necromantic power made her feel uncomfortable.

As he swung his dragon tail, preparing to swim closer for a closer look, his childhood sweetheart suddenly disappeared from the water ahead.

Diding swam over and searched around, but couldn't find his "childhood sweetheart".

He turned his head to look at his own dragon back, but didn't lie down on it.

Oh no, could we have been taken to some unknown place by some unknown force in the River Styx?

After searching the River Styx several times without finding the armored female corpse, Distin poked his head out of the river and glanced at the banks on both sides. He saw a red-haired female corpse standing with her back to the river where he had entered the water earlier.

From that back view, Diding immediately recognized him as his childhood sweetheart.

She stood on the shore with her back to him, her long, blood-red hair, which covered her buttocks, was wet, and crimson water droplets dripped onto the ground.

Upon seeing this scene, Diding extended his dragon claw from the River Styx and touched his cold head.

Luckily, he wasn't human and had lived in hell for so long. If he had just hatched, seeing this scene would have scared him half to death.

"Childhood sweetheart, the dye you used is no good. It's started to fade after being soaked in the Styx River water."

Diding swam toward the armored female corpse standing on the shore.

Just as he was about to go ashore, he suddenly looked up at the scarlet sky, where a lich stood, emanating black mist and wielding a black scythe.

Lich Brian...

That old geezer is blocking him again.

"You're so old, why are you so short-tempered? This time, my childhood sweetheart didn't cause any chaos in your territory, so why did you chase after me?"

Aren't you afraid that the immortal dragon king next door will steal your house while you're away? And seize your territory?

Upon seeing Brian, Diding remained completely calm and even changed his posture.

He lay supine on the surface of the River Styx.

This area isn't just ruled by the Lich King; there's also a necromancer dragon next door, which is also a lord-level undead.

Further away, there was a headless horseman, who was also a lord-level undead.

The lords of hell occasionally wage war against each other to expand their territories.

The lich Brian, wielding the scythe of souls, remained silent, only staring intently at Distin, who was bathing in the River Styx, with his crimson eyes.

This baby dragon is absolutely outrageous!

How dare they bathe in the River Styx? Aren't they afraid their dragon soul will be imprisoned there forever?

And his dragon body, a dragon body with flesh and blood, entered the River Styx. Why didn't his flesh and blood dissolve?

Judging from the young dragon's appearance, it was clearly not its first time bathing in the River Styx.

"Young dragon Diding, why are you able to bathe in the River Styx?"

"To survive, old Bu, I've been targeted by you, the immortal lich, since birth. I can only try to hone myself and become stronger."

"If there were no pressure to survive, do you think I would willingly bathe in this River Styx, filled with corpses, vengeful ghosts, and wronged spirits?"

After saying that, Diding raised a dragon claw and beckoned to the lich Brian, "Trying to take my soul with a soul-reaping scythe? Come down here, I'll lie here and let you take it."

Lich Brian glanced at the Soul Reaper in his hand; his Soul Reaper might not be able to withstand the cold, thick necromantic power of the River Styx.

If he were to get too close to the young dragon Destin, he might be dragged into the River Styx.

He didn't want this lich body to become part of the River Styx.

He glanced at the young dragon Distin lying on his back on the River Styx, then at the armored female corpse standing on the bank, her long, blood-red hair dripping with crimson blood.

The Lich Brian sighed, wondering if he was going to return empty-handed again.