Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 642 Xuanming's Embarrassment

Qin Youyou's heart stirred slightly as she looked at Ying Linlin's hesitant expression.

Linlin is a half-dragon, could this majestic Yinglong phantom before him... have some connection with him?

She suppressed her emotions and before she could delve deeper, some people around her couldn't contain themselves any longer.

“Sound can’t travel up there, light can’t penetrate it, bullets are ineffective… then get closer to it!” Hua Xiange’s eyes sharpened, and she shouted in a deep voice.

He stomped his foot on the ground, his spiritual energy surging, attempting to unleash the Flying Flower Technique and soar into the sky!

then……

puff!

He was like a frog being held down by an invisible hand, his feet off the ground... well, maybe ten centimeters off the ground? Then, with a "plop," he landed steadily back on the spot.

Hua Xiange: "..."

He refused to believe it, took a deep breath, and unleashed his spiritual power once more!

"Hey!"

Both feet off the ground... fifteen centimeters!

"Ouch!"

This time... um, about twenty centimeters?

"You really can't get up?!" A vein throbbed on his forehead, his face full of disbelief.

"Ha!" He mustered all his strength, his face flushed, and leaped again with all his might!

As a result... he weakened again and was exhausted the third time. This time, he jumped less than ten centimeters high.

Hua Xiange's face turned bright red.

Xuanming watched with great interest, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and then casually remarked, "How about... I give you a jump rope? So you can jump higher?"

"Get lost!" Hua Xiange said angrily, giving up her futile attempt at "dancing on the spot."

Grandpa Zhang Baolin stroked his beard, a look of "I knew it all along" on his face: "The dragon's might is like a prison, suppressing all directions. This place... is off-limits to flying."

Others tried it as well, and without exception:

Lan Ze's starting height: 15 centimeters.

Lan Xiao's starting height: 17 centimeters, with a slight stumble.

Qin Fu, starting height: 23 centimeters, elegant posture, but the height is touching.

For a moment, beneath this sacred sea of ​​clouds, a group of experts, their faces flushed, struggled to... jump around.

The scene was extremely awkward, with a sense of powerlessness and absurdity permeating the air.

Xuanming crossed his arms, surveyed the group of losers bouncing around in place, and a smug smile appeared on his lips, as if he were the only one sober in a world of drunks.

"Anyone else want to try?" he drawled, with a hint of smug superiority.

Seeing that no one answered, he nodded in satisfaction.

“Since there’s none left,” he took a few steps forward, standing directly beneath the dragon’s head. Like a star about to take the stage, he opened his arms and, in a deeply emotional and melodious tone, shouted towards the clouds:

"Old friend—! I've come to see you—!"

The sound was imbued with the terrifying spiritual power of a peak-level War Emperor, echoing throughout the entire space. There was no reason why the Dragon God couldn't hear it.

The words "old friend" were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples among the crowd!

"An old friend?! He actually calls the Dragon God an old friend?"

"Hiss—this duck... no, this expert, just who is he?"

"Could he really be an old friend of the Dragon God?"

Even Qin Youyou and Ying Linlin exchanged a surprised glance.

This guy... could he really have some connection with this ancient dragon soul? That's really strange.

Xuanming felt the gazes coming from all directions, a mixture of shock, envy, and curiosity. He straightened his back and spread his arms wider, as if to embrace the whole world.

He tilted his head slightly, waiting for the dragon soul's response.

One second, two seconds...

Three seconds, four seconds...

Time flows in silence.

Everyone, including Xuanming himself, held their breath, staring intently at the enormous dragon shadow in the sea of ​​clouds, awaiting the earth-shattering response.

Even a glance, a breath, or... a twitch of the tail?

however--

The sea of ​​clouds continued to surge.

The dragon's shadow remained asleep.

That enormous body didn't even tremble a single scale.

He didn't even lift an eyelid, let alone respond.

It was as if Xuanming's vividly described "old friend" was just a wisp of... insignificant breeze that brushed past its ear.

The piety and expectation on Xuanming's face, like the frozen surface of a lake, slowly cracked open.

He remained frozen in place, embracing the sky, reminding Qin Youyou of the giant Christ the Redeemer statue in Brazil.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the golden bangs on his forehead, and the scene became... very quiet, and very awkward.

"Pfft..."

Someone couldn't help but let out a very faint yet extremely jarring suppressed laugh.

It was like lighting a fuse.

"Pfft...cough..."

"Hmm... my throat is a little itchy..."

"The weather is really nice today..."

Amidst the crowd, various sounds of embarrassment and suppressed laughter rose and fell. Everyone turned their heads away, pretending to look at the clouds, the ground, and the tips of their shoes, but they couldn't bear to look at Xuanming in the center of the field, who was maintaining the "embracing the sky" pose.

It's rare to see someone lose face like this.

The important thing is that everyone's expectations were artificially inflated by him.

Xuanming: "..."

He felt a burning sensation on his face, and silently and extremely slowly withdrew his outstretched arms, his movements as stiff as a rusty robot.

He lowered his head and stared at his toes, as if a peerless flower had bloomed there.

"Old friend"...

These three words echoed wildly in his mind at this moment, like three huge, mocking slaps on his face!

He wished he could dig a hole in the ground right now and bury himself in it.

Xuanming took a deep breath, suppressing the shame and indignation in his heart, as well as the stampede of alpacas, and slowly raised his head. In an extremely calm tone, he addressed the still motionless dragon shadow, adding word by word:

"Hmm...looks like you're sleeping quite soundly?"

Everyone: "..."

This guy knows how to save face.

Xuanming's failure, aside from adding a bit of humor, did nothing to advance the situation; after the laughter subsided, everyone became even more serious.

"What should we do now?" They shouted, but no one heard them; they couldn't fly up.

"Murals!" one of the archaeology students suddenly shouted. "Quick! Look through the previously recorded images of the murals! They might hold some clues!"

Everyone awoke as if from a dream! The murals in the ruins recorded creation myths and many hidden secrets!

Everyone took out their crystal balls and quickly searched for and projected the images of the murals they had previously photographed in various locations. In an instant, light and shadow intertwined, and ancient scenes unfolded before them.

"Look here!" An archaeology student pointed to one of the mural projections, "It depicts the scene of the creator god and Yinglong fighting side by side!"

The scene came into view.

The Creator, who governs all things, is accompanied by the Yinglong, who controls wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, protecting all people.

“And here!” Qin Fu pointed to another mural in the crystal ball, and everyone immediately crowded around.

In the painting, the eighteen divine dragons detached their souls to protect the reincarnation of the creator god, while Yinglong sacrificed his physical body to forge the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth's cycle of reincarnation, and his dragon soul slumbered in the abyss of the sea of ​​clouds.

"As expected, it's related to the creator god again," the crowd murmured.

"Could it be that only the Creator God descends and speaks personally to awaken the dragon soul?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Youyou's mind stirred.

She wanted to give it a try.