It burrowed deep into the mountains, then forcibly expanded a cavernous chamber.
It reinforced the surrounding walls and ceiling with spells, leveled the ground, then paced back and forth, carefully sensing the direction of the magnetic field.
Only after working for a while did it pinpoint the correct position.
It lay prone, closed its eyes, regulated its breathing, caught hold of the magnetic field's patterns, and began to merge with them...
This was a complex undertaking requiring tedious calculations, a tangled mass of threads impossible to sort through. After the Dragon Vein had been nailed down, its magnetic field had fallen into chaos and needed to be straightened out one by one. Without inherited memories, it could only start from scratch. For the Flood Dragon, this work was immensely challenging.
Fortunately, it was naturally suited to merging with Dragon Veins.
The cavern deep in the mountains was especially quiet as the Flood Dragon slowly lowered its heartbeat and body temperature.
The Flood Dragon's soul grew increasingly active, intently seeking patterns that matched the earth's magnetic field.
More than ten days passed without notice. The Flood Dragon in the cavern became shrouded in some mysterious magnetic field, while the rock walls around it underwent imperceptible changes. Their patterns resembled some kind of peculiar nest.
After more than ten days of fusion, it had finally found a few patterns. Using its Meridians as the foundation, it gradually controlled the earth veins and extended them as its own Meridians. It was, in effect, turning itself into a Dragon Vein—or turning the Dragon Vein into itself.
When it began repairing the Dragon Vein and exerting force, it triggered a chain of reactions...
Within the same mountain range, at a crucial node several hundred miles away.
On a ridge, the nails driven into the rock