Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 640 The Soul of Yinglong

Qin Youyou, along with the Lan brothers and the Hua siblings, passed through the portal and found themselves in a bright and open space.

A vast and boundless sea of ​​clouds unfolded, its swirling vapors radiating a soft and sacred halo, as if it were the purest background color at the beginning of time.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the breathtaking scene deep within the sea of ​​clouds.

A huge, illusory dragon tail covered in dark, golden light lazily and longly cascaded down from the clouds, like a dark golden waterfall connecting heaven and earth, all the way down to the ground at the edge of the field of vision.

The rest of the dragon's phantom was faintly visible in the thick clouds, its massive wings casually draped among the wisps of clouds, their wing bones jagged, and fine, silent arcs of eerie blue electricity dancing on their membranes, silently proclaiming an ancient and majestic power.

The entire space was filled with a strange tranquility and peace, yet it also contained an aura of nobility that one dared not profane.

When they saw the features of the dragon's tail and giant wings, everyone gasped in shock!

“A winged dragon, with wind and thunder-like bone wings, covered in black armor, and with serrated bone spikes on its spine… Hidden in the clouds, its head and tail are unfathomable…” Lan Ze’s voice was dry with disbelief, “This…this is…an Yinglong!”

In the Second Heaven, the dragon race had long since become legends in ancient myths. Even in the awe-inspiring Fallen Dragon Valley beside Phoenix Valley, no one had ever truly seen a living dragon.

Who would have thought that a real dragon would appear deep within this mysterious creation site!

Moreover, it is the supreme being in the legends of the dragon race—the Yinglong!

Even though it was just a phantom of a dragon soul before them, the ancient pressure and divine aura emanating from it were enough to shake everyone's minds and souls.

In an instant, everyone's breathing became rapid and cautious.

The enormous phantom of the dragon soul was languid, seemingly immersed in a deep slumber.

What exactly do they need to do to clear the level of this ruin?

Not far away, Ying Linlin, Mu Mei, the grandparents of the Holy Knight Department, Xiao Feiyun, and the students of the Archaeology Department, who had arrived earlier, were gathered together and discussing something in hushed tones.

Qin Youyou glanced around, then walked over without hesitation: "Everyone, I'm here!"

Hearing her voice, the group turned around in surprise: "Flying Stick! Come quick!"

The Lan brothers exchanged a glance, their minds racing—they arrived early, perhaps they had some intelligence.

The two shamelessly followed, asking, "Classmates, have you discovered anything? Do you have any clues about how to pass the level?"

Seeing the Lan brothers' group follow, Hua Xiange also wanted to hear what was going on, but when he saw Mu Feigun's hand naturally resting on Ying Linlin's shoulder, his face immediately turned into a donkey's face, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Brother, let's go talk to them too. They're all classmates, and Fei Gun is very helpful. They definitely won't reject us," Hua Yan'er urged.

"Heh." Hua Xiange said sarcastically, "We can still clear the game without them."

Hua Yan'er paused for a moment, "Brother, I feel like your attitude towards Fei Gun is a bit strange. I promise you, I really will let it go."

Hua Xian, without even thinking, waved her hand and said, "Yan'er, this has nothing to do with you."

Hua Yan'er: "Huh?"

It has nothing to do with her, so why are you angry, brother?

Hua Xiange was taken aback when she spoke.

Yes, if it has nothing to do with Yan'er, why does he feel uncomfortable whenever he sees Mu Feigun flirting with other women?

While the atmosphere was awkward around the Hua siblings, the grandparents of the Holy Knight faction all gathered around Qin Youyou.

Their eyes were filled with excitement.

"Flying Stick, quick, close your eyes and feel the atmosphere of this space."

Qin Youyou was taken aback, but immediately did as instructed.

She closed her eyes, cleared her mind of all distractions, and focused intently on the sensations...

A radiant, bright power surged into her body from all directions, giving her a jolt.

"This is..." She suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of shock in them.

Zhang Baolin could hardly hide his excitement: "You felt it too, didn't you? The aura here... sacred, ancient, full of the power of order, resonates strangely with the source of light of the Holy Light Knights' faith!"

Qin Youyou nodded deeply. Grandpa Zhang was absolutely right. The aura in this world was pure, the aura of holy light!

And this aura came from the enormous, sky-covering phantom of the Yinglong above!

The grandparents all exclaimed, "If we could concentrate on our cultivation here and comprehend the scattered fragments of the dragon soul's laws, our strength would surely improve in no time!"

Just then, three more teams that had cleared the level entered the area. Two of them were students from Dragon Spine Academy, and the remaining team was Xuanming and the women of the Qin family.

They had already passed the level before the Ding family attacked Qin Jiyu, so they were unaware of what was happening outside.

Upon seeing the enormous phantom of the dragon soul, they trembled violently.

Too shocking!

Xuanming stared blankly at the phantom of the dragon soul, and his childhood dream suddenly resurfaced before his eyes.

"He is... the dragon spirit that appeared to me in my dream!"

Xuanming's excitement surged like a tidal wave, and his breathing became rapid.

He, Xuanming, the master of the Star Pavilion and the dreamer of the Dragon Soul, has finally ushered in his home turf!

In the previous rounds, despite being a Battle Emperor-level expert, he was never the most outstanding one and was far ahead of the students from Dragon Spine Academy, which made him want to vomit blood.

But things are different now. The dragon soul before him has a deeper bond with him than anyone else present!

The women of the Qin family murmured, "The Primordial Yinglong Dragon Soul is a higher-level existence than the Primordial Golden Phoenix Soul. How can we pass this level?"

But then Xuanming suddenly patted his chest and said, "Don't panic, I'll lead you to victory!"

"Do you have any idea?"

Xuanming gave a wicked smile, feigning profundity, "Hehe, I'm an old acquaintance of this dragon soul."

Seeing the shock in the woman's eyes, a surge of pleasure shot from the soles of his feet to the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

But this is just the beginning; he knows he has a long way to go before he gets to enjoy himself!

He immediately removed the mask he had worn for so long and vowed to make his handsome face known to the world from this day forward!

A mechanical voice sounded overhead.

[It seems we've almost reached our goal. Welcome to the fourth level. To clear this level, you need to gain the dragon's favor within one day. Good luck!]

The mechanical sound faded away, and everyone present was in an uproar.

To gain the favor of the dragon, one must first awaken the dragon and then gain its favor.

I have absolutely no clue where to begin.

The grandparents of the Holy Light Knights, who had originally planned to cultivate in this space, all looked dejected upon hearing this.

"Only one day left, what a pity... Clearing the level is the priority."

"Looks like we need to awaken the dragon first?" Lan Ze leaned forward and scratched his head.

How to wake it up?

Holding a megaphone, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Respected Dragon God! Please take a look at us!"

"Great Dragon God, greetings! We beg for your mercy!"

I shouted myself hoarse, but the dragon spirit in the sky didn't even move a claw.