The office became quiet.
Wu Zhangkong sat back on the chair, and his eyes fell on the training materials spread out on the table. On the page of Tang Wulin, every indicator of strength, speed, reaction, and physical fitness was marked with the word "exceeding specifications" in red pen.
Special bloodline.
Wu Zhangkong recited these four words silently in his mind, then closed the file with his hand and pressed it into the deepest part of the drawer.
The fewer people who know this secret, the better.
He stood up and walked to the window, looking at the darkening sky outside.
In the dormitory, Zhong Shenxiu is practicing with his eyes closed, surrounded by a layer of faint golden light. It is the Light Power that naturally escapes when Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art is running. It is as gentle as the morning mist, but it is sacred and heavy that cannot be blasphemed.
The moment his consciousness sank into Dragon Fighting Plane, Zhong Shenxiu removed all the alienation and alertness around him, as if he had stepped into the home of his soul.
Different from the small and quiet dormitory, here is the boundless starry sky, without the constraints of the ground, without the obstruction of the ceiling, only the deep ink-like sky, and countless twinkling stars on the sky. They are arranged into a vast galaxy, slowly rotating, emitting a soft silver-white light, like countless pairs of tenderly watching eyes, and like the fire of hope that has not been extinguished after this plane has been sleeping for thousands of years.
The former Dragon Fighting Plane was a desolate and dead ruin, the stars were dim, the four God King Dragon statues were covered in dust, the altar was dilapidated, and the Core Crystal was as dim as a stubborn stone. Even the slightest fluctuation is difficult to detect. Now, with the improvement of Zhong Shenxiu's cultivation, Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art continues to absorb the energy of the world and feed it back to this plane that is on the verge of exhaustion, and the place has gradually regained its vitality.
The stars became brighter and brighter, and the flow of the Milky Way became more agile. The dust on the four God King Dragon statues gradually faded away, revealing the scales with the original power flowing underneath. Even the air was filled with a faint breath of new life. It was the smell of life's resurrection and the throbbing of the plane's rebirth.
Looking at all this, Zhong Shenxiu's face, which was as sharp as a knife, finally had a very faint ripple. It was not a violent mood swing, but more like a slight ripple caused by the spring breeze blowing on the surface of Ice Seal's lake. It was difficult to detect, but it was real.
Badi Holy Dragon felt Zhong Shenxiu's entrance and came to him naturally without any hesitation.
In this place that can be called home, Badi Holy Dragon did not turn into a human form, but retained the most original and authentic Dragon Fighting Form.
Without any extra words, Badi Holy Dragon slightly lowered his huge dragon head, his voice was low and respectful, with absolute surrender to the Master and his attachment to this plane. "The Master."
The sound was not as violent as the ordinary dragon roar. Instead, it carried a weight that had accumulated over the years, like an ancient bell, echoing slowly in the empty starry sky plane, Jiujiu.
Zhong Shenxiu nodded slightly, his light golden vertical pupils slowly emerged, and his gaze calmly swept over Badi Holy Dragon without saying a word. The aloof aura around him was still the same, but it was less aggressive than usual, and more peaceful and blended with this plane.
He turned around and walked towards the altar in the center of the plane step by step. His steps were calm and firm. With each step, a faint golden light would appear under his feet. Those golden lights were like dandelion seeds, scattering and blending into the surrounding starry sky, nourishing the land and making the Core Crystal shine a little brighter.
As Zhong Shenxiu stepped into the realm of Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art's overbearing and magical absorption ability began to gradually show its edge.
In the past, when he was practicing, he could only passively absorb the scattered spiritual power between heaven and earth. But now, when he is running his skills, an invisible vortex seems to be formed around him, frantically pulling in the surrounding energy of heaven and earth, Star Power, and even As for Dragon Fighting Plane's remaining original power, it continuously poured into his body, polishing his body and tempering his Radiant Dragon bloodline, making him more and more skilled in controlling the power of Yongzhen.
The energy he absorbed and refined will not be completely consumed by him. Some of it will be integrated into himself to improve his cultivation and strength. The other part will follow his consciousness and quietly feed back to Dragon Fighting Plane, repairing the wounds of the plane bit by bit and awakening the vitality of the plane.
The altar is still somewhat dilapidated, and the blue-black stone bricks are covered with cracks of time, which are the marks left by thousands of years of vicissitudes. Every crack tells the story of the disasters and sufferings that this plane has suffered.
But what is different from the past is that there is already a faint golden light lingering on the altar today. Among the cracks, there is a faint green vitality quietly growing, like new shoots breaking out of the ground in desperate situations, stubborn and tenacious, heralding new life and hope.
In the center of the altar, the fist-sized Core Crystal is suspended in mid-air, emitting a soft and warm light. Compared with the previous dimness, its light is now much clearer. Inside the crystal, there is a faint stream of light flowing slowly, like a beating pulse, regular and powerful.
That is the heartbeat of Dragon Fighting Plane, the origin of this plane, and the foundation of all that remains, Fighting Dragon Clan.
Zhong Shenxiu stopped, stood under the altar, raised his hand, and slowly stretched out towards the Core Crystal. His movements were very light and gentle, as if he were touching the most precious and fragile treasure in the world. His usual sharpness and indifference were gone, leaving only an almost pious tenderness.
The moment his fingertips lightly touched the surface of the crystal, a warm and thick force instantly poured into his body along his fingertips, flowed along his meridians, to his limbs, and finally merged into his Dantian, blending with his Radiant Dragon Power and connected with his blood.
That is the heartbeat of Dragon Fighting Plane, unique and irreplaceable.
It is not as rapid and weak as the human heartbeat, nor as violent and shocking as the dragon's roar. It is a slow and heavy rhythm. Every beat carries vicissitudes and tenacity spanning thousands of years. Every tremor contains infinite original power. Every flow carries the past and future of Dragon Fighting Plane.
It is like an ancient and distant epic, slowly telling the past glory of this plane - at that time, the stars were bright, Doulong multiplied, Four Great God King Dragons sat in all directions, Twelve Star Dragon Ring surrounded and guarded, Fighting Dragon Clan's dragon roar resounded throughout the world, light and power were intertwined, peace and prosperity coexisted;
It also tells the story of past disasters - a sudden catastrophe that swept across the entire plane. The stars dimmed, Doulong fell, God King Dragon fell into deep sleep, and Twelve Star Dragons seal, the plane is on the verge of exhaustion, leaving only desolation and death. Only this Core Crystal, relying on the power of the last source, is tenaciously supporting it, waiting for someone who can wake it up and revive it;
It also tells the story of today's new life - with the arrival of Zhong Shenxiu, the nourishment of Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art, and the infusion of Light Power, this plane that has been sleeping for thousands of years has finally begun to wake up. The lost vitality is quietly returning, the sleeping power is slowly recovering, and the broken hopes are reuniting.