Jiang Yelan hovered in the air for a few seconds, feeling the weightless, effortless power lifting her, before slowly descending back to the ground. Her feet made almost no sound as they touched the floor.
She walked over and stood by Lin Feng's side, the shadow moon blade at her waist swaying slightly.
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and turned to face the translucent light screen.
The words "Dungeon Level Six Entrance" flickered on the light screen under the silver-white light, with runes along the edges flowing slowly.
He took a deep breath.
“Let's go and see the sixth level.”
He took the first step, entering the light screen.
Behind him, eight figures entered one after another.
The light screen rippled across them like water, cool to the touch, and then vanished.
The sixth level—the secret of the Black Tide's source, the truth about the Apostles, and that portal—might all be down there.
...
As Lin Feng stepped into the light screen, the sensation beneath his feet changed from hard stone slabs to soft gravel.
The silver-white magical light disappeared, replaced by a dim glow.
A silver-gray light filtered up from below, looking like moonlight that had been diluted countless tis before being scattered across the ground.
Only after the last person stepped out from the light screen did Lin Feng begin to survey the space.
Before them was a massive sinkhole. It wasn't man-made, but rather a wound in the earth.
The sinkhole was elliptical, with a radius of over three hundred ters and a depth estimated to be over a hundred ters.
The walls of the pit were as steep as if carved by a knife. The rock layers displayed an eerie purple-black color, looking as if they had been scorched by fire or corroded from the inside by sothing.
The bottom of the pit was covered in gravel and dust. The air was dry and cold, carrying an indescribable, ancient, and decaying scent.
Tie Dun peeked over the edge into the pit, then pulled back, patting his chest. “My goodness, this pit is way too big. It's deeper than the walls of our Fenghuo County.”
Wang Wu knelt by the edge, touched the purple-black powder on the rock wall with his finger, and brought it to his nose to sniff. His expression changed slightly. “Sulfur and... the sll of blood?”
Su Yurou held her bone healing staff, and the erald-green runes on the staff lit up, casting a small area of warm light.
Lin Feng's gaze moved past the edge of the pit wall and landed right in the center of the bottom.
There, a silver-white skeleton lay quietly.
From the snout of its head to the tip of its tail, it was at least twenty ters long.
The massive skull was half-buried in the gravel, its empty eye sockets facing the ceiling as if staring at sothing unreachable.
The spine arched upward, each vertebra larger than an adult's fist, arranged neatly like a frozen silver river.
The ribs were like a row of massive arches, each as thick as an adult's waist, extending from the spine to both sides, protecting the empty void within the chest cavity.
The wing bones spread out to the sides, with a wingspan estimated to be over twenty-eight ters. The bone claws at the ends were deeply embedded in the rock walls, as if they were still trying to grab onto sothing when they fell.
The bones had weathered, their surfaces covered in fine cracks, but they still emitted a faint silver-white glow.
That light wasn't a reflection; it emanated from inside the bones, like embers about to burn out in the middle of the night—weak, yet stubborn.
Tie Dun's mouth hung open wide enough to fit a fist. “A dragon... it's a dragon! Dragons really exist!”
Su Yurou's knuckles turned white as she gripped her bone healing staff. Her voice was very soft. “A dragon over twenty ters long... how powerful must it have been when it was alive?”
Jiang Yelan stepped out from the shadows.
She didn't look at the dragon bones, but rather at the figure kneeling in front of the dragon's skull.
It was a person, or rather, it had once been a person.
He knelt before the silver dragon's skull. His stature was much larger than an ordinary person's; even while kneeling, it was clear he had been at least two ters tall in life.
He wore a set of silver-white Dragon Scale armor. The armor was the sa color as the silver dragon's scales, gleaming coldly under the dim silver-gray light.
His right hand gripped a Dragon Spear, its tip thrust into the ground.
The spear was twice as long as an ordinary long spear, the shaft [N O V E L I G H T] as thick as an adult's wrist. The spearhead was diamond-shaped, its edge as sharp as a razor, and the shaft was covered in intricate runes that glowed with a faint silver light.
The spear tip was embedded in the gravel, supporting his kneeling body.
His left hand rested gently on the silver dragon's skull, fingers spread as if stroking it, or perhaps saying goodbye.
“A Dragon Knight...” Zhao Hu's voice was low.
Tie Dun scratched his head. “So is he alive or dead?”
With a thought, Lin Feng scanned him with the Eye of Probability.
【Dragon Knight: Dragunov】
Level: Lv40
Type: Nightmare Undead
Possible Drops: Dragon Spear (5%), Dragon Scale (5%), Advanced Class Change Book: Dragon Knight (1%),??? Silver Dragon Egg (Unique) (0.01%), Advanced Class Change Book: Sky Warrior (20%), Advanced Class Change Book: General (0.01%)...
Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply.
Advanced Class Change Book: General—the drop probability was one in ten thousand, but it had indeed appeared in his Eye of Probability's investigation list.
There was also a??? Silver Dragon Egg, a unique item.
He imdiately recalled the conditions for upgrading a county-level territory to a city-level territory. The ninth condition: a Territory Guardian Beast, minimum Rare quality.
Unsurprisingly, a silver dragon hatched from the Silver Dragon Egg would perfectly satisfy this requirent.
If this was real, he wouldn't have to worry about the guardian beast anymore.
After his talent mutated, the old effect was a designated drop once every thirty days, ignoring the original probability.
The new effect was to consu probability pool points to increase the drop probability of a designated item.
Each percentage point of probability consud one point. One hundred points were restored every thirty days, and they could be accumulated.
In other words, he needed to wait two months to save up two hundred probability pool points before he could raise the probability of low-probability items like the dragon egg or the Advanced Class Change Book to a higher tier.
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and glanced at everyone.
Tie Dun was rubbing his hands, muttering "Should we fight or not?" under his breath.
“Now is not the ti,” Lin Feng said.
He turned around and walked toward the light screen leading back to the fifth level.
Zhao Hu was the first to follow his lead.
Tie Dun was still grumbling, but his body honestly followed along.
Jiang Yelan walked at the very back. Before stepping into the light screen, she looked back at the kneeling skeleton at the bottom of the pit.
The Dragon Spear was still thrust into the gravel, and the distinct knuckles of the left hand resting on the dragon's head seed to be gently stroking the giant dragon that would never respond.
She turned back and stepped into the light screen.
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