He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 852 Long Tian Rests

But this mirror is incredibly powerful. Every time I use it, it drains all my magical power, and I'll need to sleep for at least a hundred years to recover. I originally thought finding Long Si would save me this trouble, since a hundred-year period of weakness is too risky for the dragon race, which is already weakened—if an enemy attacks during that time, I fear I won't be able to protect my people.”

He recalled the immense yet unruly power contained within the mirror, a power capable of tearing through time and space and retracing the past, yet also like a double-edged sword, capable of backfiring on him if he was not careful, resulting in the loss of his cultivation or even the destruction of his soul.

Long Jiao straightened her chest, patted it, and said in a firm and unwavering tone, "Brother, don't worry! As long as we can find Long Shishen and eliminate future troubles, I will stay by your side for as long as possible, even if it takes a hundred years or longer! I can already condense a dragon essence shield, and I've almost mastered the clan's forbidden techniques. No one can hurt you in the slightest!" As she spoke, a faint dragon aura rose around her, and her scales shimmered with a lustrous light under the clouds. Despite her young age, her eyes revealed an undeniable stubbornness and sense of responsibility.

Looking at his sister's earnest expression, Long Tian felt a warmth in his heart. He reached out and ruffled her hair, his fingertips touching the little dragon horns in her hair. He said gently, "Okay, with you here, I'm at ease."

Even so, he slowed down, bringing Long Jiao to the summit of a mountain brimming with spiritual energy. This mountain pierced the clouds, its peak covered with ancient pines, and shrouded in mist, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth so dense it was almost tangible. "I'll meditate here first. Once I've restored my magic power to its peak, I'll use the Dragon-Tracing Mirror, striving for a single, decisive strike." He sat cross-legged on a smooth bluestone, closed his eyes, and a thick white mist gradually enveloped his body—a unique breathing technique of the dragon race. The mist swirled like a vortex, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; even the birds in the mountains were startled by this aura and kept their distance.

Long Jiao stood guard to the side, transforming into a half-dragon form. Her dragon tail gently swept across the ground, erasing all traces and scents left by the two. A mountain breeze blew, ruffling her hair and dragon whiskers. Gazing at her brother's serene profile, she had only one thought in her mind: no matter the cost, she had to find Long Shishen and ensure he never harmed the dragon race again.

The clouds and mist drifted slowly through the mountains, like fine white gauze gently draping the peaks, half-concealing the figures of Long Tian and Long Jiao in a hazy mist. The mountain wind rustled through the leaves, carrying the crisp scent of grass and trees, as if quietly accumulating a powerful yet silent force for this adventure that would determine the fate of the dragon race.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Long Tian sat cross-legged on the bluestone, the spiritual energy surrounding him gradually receding as he finally restored his magic power to its peak. The golden light in his eyes was as sharp as a sword. He opened his eyes, looked at Long Jiao beside him, and said solemnly, "Remember, when you activate the magic weapon later, keep a close eye on the direction of the halo at the top of the artifact. That is the location of Dragon Godslayer. Do you understand?"

Long Jiao nodded vigorously. She knew that her brother would have to exhaust most of his magic power to activate this ancestral tracking magic weapon, and she could not waste his efforts. She had to keep a firm grip on the target.

Long Tian said no more, forming a hand seal and pressing his palms against the bronze compass floating in front of him—this was the "Dragon-Seeking Compass" used by the dragon race to track their own kind. He took a deep breath and began to continuously channel his magical power into the artifact. Unexpectedly, the compass, like a sponge parched by rain, frantically devoured the surging spiritual power, and the patterns on its edges glowed with an increasingly intense red light, almost dyeing through the surrounding mist.

While gritting his teeth and channeling his magic power, Long Tian took out a translucent white jade bead from his storage bag, cut it with his fingertip, and dripped a drop of essence blood containing the aura of Long Shishen onto the jade bead. He then pressed the jade bead into the center of the compass—this was a sample of the aura left by Long Shishen in his childhood, preserved by his family for generations, and it was also the key to tracking him.

Meanwhile, He Yuzhu was carrying a lunchbox towards the workshop when he suddenly felt dizzy, as if countless needles were pricking his mind. In particular, the Dragon God-Slaying Force, hidden deep within his consciousness, inexplicably felt a strong call. In the past, he could always suppress this power belonging to the dragon race very well, but now, that power was like a ferocious beast breaking free of its shackles, rampaging through his body, almost bursting out of his shell.

"Ugh—" He Yuzhu groaned, leaning against the wall to steady himself. The next second, Long Shishen's consciousness took over. He looked up at the sky, his brows furrowed. Although he didn't know who was summoning him, the familiar dragon aura made his heart tremble. What alarmed him even more was that the power within him was showing signs of going out of control, as if an invisible thread was pulling him. Yet he clearly sensed that his connection to his dragon homeland had long been severed, and he could never return.

"What exactly happened?" Long Shishen muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding factory buildings and crowds, his eyes filled with confusion and wariness. "Why... can't I go back?"

He stood there for a moment, letting the summoning power wash over his consciousness until the restlessness within him gradually subsided, and he finally regained control of his body. Not daring to linger any longer, Long Shishen quickly concealed his aura, completely hiding his presence beneath He Yuzhu's identity, as if the previous disturbance had never occurred.

Meanwhile, in the mountains, Long Tian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering it onto the compass in front of him, instantly dimming its once blazing red light. All his magical power had been drained; he was so weak that even his fingertips trembled. His dragon essence surged within him, almost causing him to lose his human form, revealing the outline of a dragon's tail. But he couldn't care less about that; he anxiously looked at Long Jiao: "How is it? Have you found Long Shishen?"

Long Jiao supported her swaying brother, her eyes slightly red, and nodded quickly: "Brother, although the Dragon-Seeking Compass couldn't give a precise location, the halo ultimately pointed southeast, and... from the residual aura of the compass, I vaguely saw a blurry figure, as if in a place full of steel, wearing mortal clothes. Once you regain some strength, we'll search in this direction, and we'll definitely find him!"

Long Tian tried to struggle to his feet, but his body was as limp as if he had no bones, and he couldn't muster any strength. He took a breath and said to Long Jiao, "Alright, I'll rest here for a while and recover some of my magic power. Later, we'll go look in the direction you suggested. We must take him back to the clan before Long Shishen's power is fully awakened, and then let's see what Long Si has to say!"

Looking at her brother's pale face, Long Jiao felt heartbroken, but nodded emphatically: "Brother, rest assured, I will protect you here and will not let anyone get close."