Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

She had already removed the loose dragon robe that restricted her movements and changed into a light and practical outfit that she often wore. She had a sword at her waist and on her back, and several magical runes were painted on the back of her hands and arms.

After all, there might really be a living dragon in front of us... Even mortals who have just swallowed a dragon's heart are incredibly powerful, so a real dragon should only be stronger. We need to be cautious.

Before coming, Xi Heng even considered whether he should save the game in advance, just in case.

But then I thought that maybe it wasn't a real dragon, and I might just be outsmarting thin air.

In short, let's take a look first and then decide.

The soldiers followed behind her, slowly descending the stone steps.

The stone steps seemed endless. Xi Heng walked for an unknown amount of time in this dim, quiet, and narrow space, and his mood became somewhat depressed.

It felt like a few minutes had passed, but it also felt like more than ten minutes.

The stone walls on both sides of the steps gradually widened and became increasingly spacious until finally, the space suddenly opened up—she entered a cave.

"We must be dozens or even hundreds of meters underground now," Xi Heng speculated, raising the torch and looking around.

The place is no longer quiet; there is a faint sound of flowing water.

The cave is filled with towering stalagmites and stalactites above and stalactites below, all in various shapes and sizes, resembling a natural palace made of strange rocks.

People slowed their pace, and the sound of dripping water around them seemed quiet and mysterious.

"Is the Dragon-Locking Well located at the end of this cave?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the centurion replied nervously.

The atmosphere here was really oppressive; the endless darkness and chilling air sent shivers down my spine.

It seemed as if something was watching them from the shadows.

"Hidden dozens of meters underground, some of them might actually be dragons..."

Xi Heng murmured something.

The place was too dark; if all the torches were extinguished, even with her extraordinary eyesight, she would have difficulty seeing her surroundings.

"Even a torch will eventually burn out, so hurry up."

The girl quickened her pace.

The dozens of guards and attendants behind them had no choice but to follow closely.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the cave, as if something was accompanying them in the dim light from all directions.

During the incident, someone lost their footing and tripped over some obscured rocks, falling to the ground and crying out in pain, which alerted everyone.

At that moment, Xi Heng saw several points of light in the distance.

Upon cautiously approaching, one sees flat mushrooms resembling jellyfish growing in the corner of the stone wall, emitting a faint glow for some unknown reason.

The closer you get to the deepest part of the cave, the more fluorescent things appear, and finally it's no longer pitch black.

The cliff face, for some reason, also became smoother as the number of light spots increased.

Suddenly, Xi Heng saw a blurry, faded mural painted on a distant stone wall.

She ran quickly towards it, holding the torch high.

The first mural depicts a rampaging dragon—a long dragon, its color faded to gray, bares its fangs and claws at a town in the mortal realm, spewing water from its protruding throat to flood the city.

Ordinary people's resistance with arrows is futile; they can only pray to the gods.

The murals depict a coherent story, and you can view the entire mural as you move forward.

The next scene depicts an immortal riding on clouds, responding to the prayers, waving his whisk to create countless iron chains, which subdue the rampaging dragon.

The gray dragon tried to escape by burrowing underground, but it could not break free of the iron chains. It was tightly wrapped up and imprisoned deep underground by the immortals, who then summoned a great flood to drown it.

Afterwards, the immortals ordered mortals to build the Dragon-Locking Well, and hung the dragon-binding iron chains on eight pillars by the well, forming an array to make it indestructible.

The dragon struggled for a long time before finally falling into a deathly stillness—at least that's how it's depicted in the mural.

Xi Heng is still unsure of the actual outcome.

I feel that the probability of a true dragon existing in this place is getting higher and higher.

"The story on this mural is similar to the story of the Dragon-Locking Well that circulated in the ancient Wu Dynasty..." she thought.

"If the two match, this place has existed for hundreds of years."

"Zhao Qianyuan's construction of this mountain may be related to the fact that this place is the location of the Dragon-Locking Well..."

"But why didn't he ever mention dragons in his diary?" Xi Heng pondered for a while and came up with only two guesses:

First, there is no dragon down there at all.

Secondly, the location of Jianshan may not have been decided by Zhao Qianyuan, but rather by the Taoist priests and sorcerers in the palace who discussed it together. Some of them knew about the Locked Dragon Well and thought that the dragon vein could increase the spiritual energy of the sacred mountain, so they decided to choose this location.

However, Zhao Qianyuan is now dead, and since the Xuantian Sect was adopted as the state religion, most of the Taoist priests and monks have left the capital, making it difficult to verify the speculation.

As the mural ended, the road ahead became smoother, and the fluorescent light became more and more apparent.

A few minutes later, the Locked Dragon Well that Xi Heng had been longing for finally appeared before him.

The well is square, nearly ten meters wide and long, and is made of square stones. Several tall pillars, each several meters high, stand around it, with thick chains tied to the top as the messenger had described.

Compared to the eight iron chains depicted in the murals, only four unevenly distributed chains remain beside the stone well in front of us, and the so-called immortal formation has completely disappeared.

On the side, you can still see the remnants of two stone pillars that look like they were torn apart... I wonder who could have such strength.

Xi Heng slowly walked to the well.

The well had long since dried up, and even looking down with a torch, one could not see any ripples of water.

She then picked up a pebble and let it fall freely downwards. Many seconds later, she heard a splash.

"So deep..."

"Just now, you could see the water in the well directly in the mural, but now the water has reached the bottom of the well, hundreds of meters deep... How many years has it been dry to become like this?"

It must have been several hundred years, right?

Today, there was even the sound of a dragon's roar—could it be that the dragon is still alive after all this time?

How can someone live for so long when there is clearly no spiritual energy left in the world?

Xi Heng hesitated for a moment, then turned around and gave orders to the dozens of soldiers who had followed him:

"Pull the iron chains and drag the dragon up."

"If there really is a dragon down there," she silently added in her heart.

The centurion who followed obeyed the order and led more than forty soldiers behind him to tightly hold the iron chain from all four sides.

Take a deep breath, shout together, and pull them up together.

splash,

The heavy iron lock suddenly lurched against the well, making a series of loud noises.

People inserted their arms into the lock rings and pulled backward with all their might.

This continued for the tenth time, and suddenly, a muffled howl rang out from afar below the Dragon Locking Well.

"howl--"

The cave and the iron lock resonated together, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

And when I hear this roar, I always feel that something huge and vast is watching me.

Xi Heng steadied himself and frowned slightly.

This was different from the roar of the two dragon-men she killed in the northern frontier; it was like the difference between childhood and old age...

The roar carried a certain power, which confirmed to her that there really was a dragon below.

"Your Majesty..." The soldier beside him was clearly already considering retreating.

“Keep pulling,” Xi Heng said calmly.

The centurion gritted his teeth and nodded, then suddenly pulled the iron lock up a little further.

The dragon's roar echoed again as the chains were pulled up. It was impossible to discern any emotion within it, but the sound grew louder and louder, instilling increasing fear in those within.

Just as people were about to lose their strength due to their fear, the huge iron lock they were holding suddenly stopped.

With a thud, the four iron locks stopped almost simultaneously.

People were stunned for a moment, and when they tried to pull again, they couldn't budge it no matter how hard they tried.

The earlier ease was probably because we hadn't actually pulled any cargo.

And now, we have truly come to touch the 'dragon'.

"Is it heavy..." Xi Heng muttered to himself.

She herself leaned towards the chain in front of the centurion, ignoring its dampness and filth, and wrapped her arms around the rusty iron lock.

With a slight shift in his mind, his internal energy surged forth and he suddenly pulled upwards.

click -

Even when the iron lock was straightened, it remained stuck in place.

Immediately, a most intense roar came from below the Dragon Locking Well.

Even from hundreds of meters away, it was still deafening.

The soldiers behind him retreated several steps out of fear, but Xi Heng ignored them and moved closer to the well to grab the iron lock again so that it would not get stuck in the well opening, and continued to pull hard.

As his blood and qi surged, a powerful force of energy adhered to the iron chain, almost at full strength.

In the end, the ground beneath their feet was riddled with spiderweb-like cracks, but the iron chain remained unmoved.

"Is he that strong?" the girl muttered to herself, then tried to exert more force.

Ultimately, it remained completely immobile.

Logically speaking, her full strength should be enough to collapse a palace.

Applying it to the iron chain, however, had little effect...

She recalled the mural from earlier; the chains had coiled the dragon into a ball, and to move the chains, she would probably have to pull the entire dragon along with it…

"That's enough." Xi Heng waved his hand, signaling his men to loosen the chains.

The chains rattled and clanged, as if hitting the thing below, which triggered another dragon's roar.

Logically, we should send someone down the iron chain now to risk their life and try to make contact with the dragon below.

A few soldiers realized this and immediately retreated behind the others.

But what Xi Heng is thinking about right now is actually...

Should we save the game?

After saving the game, you can jump down without any problems. If you can kill it, you can also farm some dragon-related materials here.

However, the condition of the dragon below is still uncertain. It has been at the bottom of the well for hundreds of years and may have become so old that it is unable to move at all, or its body may be rotting and it can only roar.

If that's indeed the case, then archiving it would feel like a waste.

If she wants another chance to save her progress, she might need to reach the Transformation Realm or higher, which is extremely difficult.

"Or... perhaps we could simply suppress it with a sea of ​​blood?"

The Blood Sea Overturning Technique grants another unique means of perception, even more effective than the naked eye, allowing for easy detection of the state of monsters below.

"But wouldn't that be a bit of a waste..." the girl clicked her tongue.

The most conventional method would be to bring in dozens of death row inmates, have them climb down the chains, and risk their lives to investigate the situation.

But once she arrived, she no longer wanted to wait.

So, Xi Heng followed his own inclinations and used the simplest and most straightforward method as always.

He cut open his own palm and began chanting incantations, using the blood to draw magical patterns on the exposed skin.

Immediately, hundreds of blood spirit stones were laid out one by one.

The blood vessels on the skin's surface peeled away, accompanied by the red glow emanating from the spirit stone.

"A single drop of blood from the sea, falling upon the world, yet not all remains—"

To the many soldiers behind him, Xi Heng skillfully and swiftly activated the Blood Sea Technique.