High Above

The pale particle light erupted the moment Ian touched the vortex of light, rushing directly into his body.

All of a sudden, it was heart-piercing, as if the muscles of the entire arm were being torn apart and crushed one by one. The young man took a deep breath. He really couldn't help it now. The shell was even more painful, and it even stuck his throat directly, making him unable to scream.

The pale particle beams visible to the naked eye are like living things, turning into flowing beams of light beams, submerged under the skin of Ian's left arm, like silver-white etched lines like some kind of circuit board, or blood vessels made of metal .

And the living metal covering the left arm as the armguard seemed to be catalyzed by the power of the fire core, wriggling continuously with the pale light beam, and then slowly fused with Ian's left arm, penetrating into the muscles and bones of his left arm the depths.

——This is a transformation... a transformation similar to taking half a potion!

Because Ian had already taken the half-potion of Fairy Wings once, he knew exactly what this feeling was. It was the process of forcibly shaping a new source plasm structure in the already formed source plasm structure.

Moreover, this time, the Tinder Hearth has nothing to do with the previous structure, it just forcibly opened up a domain in the body that belongs to "it".

Morian steel is one of the materials for this new sublimation organ. This is not a bad thing, even a great thing. At least having materials is better than having no materials. It is not a waste if Morian steel is used.

The problem is - it hurts!

"Ah! Damn...Even if you really crush your hand inch by inch, it won't hurt so much!"

A thunderous stimulus came, and Ian's forehead and back were instantly covered with cold sweat from stress. His feet almost went limp, and he knelt in the mouth of the crystal dragon.

But Ian managed to survive after all, and stood in place sweating profusely.

And his left hand has been wrapped in a silver-white metal light cocoon, and the young man can sense that a huge thing composed of many source quality inscription structures has been transferred from the fast bone of the ether crystal dragon to his left hand.

And Ian used the silver chip as a kind of universal port, directly linking it to Gu Long's core...and his own brain.

This is also the reason why it is so painful, because in order to completely control the heart of the fire, Ian directly connected it to his nerve center.

The light cocoon wrapped around Ian's left hand is continuing the cycle of expansion and contraction, and the light is also uncertain. The outline of the left arm inside the cocoon and the lines of light flow spreading on the left arm can be vaguely seen.

And just after a dozen breaths, the metal light cocoon shrank suddenly, and all the metal veins and lines were shrunk into Ian's left hand—and he suddenly felt his left hand sink, and the young man felt that his left arm There are bursts of violent natural spiritual energy fluctuations.

The natural spiritual energy from the surrounding world is continuously pouring into his left arm, which has begun to assimilate with living metal and fire, making his momentum soar, soar, soar!

But these energies cannot be fully utilized by him... Only by inputting them into the core of the ancient dragon and transforming them over time can they become usable source quality.

"Unicom!"

Without any hesitation, Ian ordered decisively, and Gu Long's core also obediently obeyed his master's words, and began to accept the natural source quality gushing out from the light blue lines that were slowly forming on the young man's left arm.

As the raw material for constructing the conduction system of the fire furnace core, Morien steel has been integrated into Ian's body, which is the main body of the light cyan source substance channels on the surface of his arm.

Finally, this ancient dragon core finally got the 'self-replenishing energy module' that it has been missing.

A sense of satisfaction passed to Ian's heart. At this moment, he knew that if the integrity of the ancient dragon's core was only 10% before, then with the completion of the swamp crocodile and the fire core, its integrity has reached 100%. More than fifty!

Although there are still many functions that have not been liberated, the most basic energy furnace core and refining functions have been opened to Ian!

But at this moment, Ian suddenly had a feeling.

"Can I...break through the second energy level?"

Ian was taken aback, but he didn't find it strange.

The second energy level, to put it bluntly, is that the sublimation organs in the body form a complete cycle, and he has already met the conditions with the fire core and the ancient dragon core, so the energy cycle centered on his fire left arm and heart The system has long been implemented throughout its body.

But the problem is... this second energy level has no pedigree at all, it's just that Ian's strength has surpassed the limit of the Shakai apprentice, so he naturally wants to advance to the second energy level.

In this regard, Ian is naturally suppressed.

Not to mention that the potion for the second energy level is not available yet, the current breakthrough is just a waste of his potential on unresearched primitive sublimation organs, even if there is one, he still plans to create a fourth first energy level What about the sublimation structure?

After this trip to the ruins in the South China Sea, he already planned to put the source matter organ of the fourth Shakai apprentice on the 'digestive system'.

The transfer of the tinder furnace heart has come to an end.

The eyes of the ether crystal dragon almost completely dimmed, and it opened its mouth slightly after it uttered the last dragon cry.

Ian walked out of its mouth and looked at the giant beast.

"Don't worry, I will do my best. I generally don't promise other lives, but if I promise, I will do my best."

Ian stretched out his hand and stroked the other's eyes that had not been closed for a long time, and the Ether Crystal Dragon followed the stroke and gradually stopped breathing.

it died.

Ian was silent for a while, staring at the giant beast in front of him, he couldn't help but sighed: "The continuation of life... the insect nest relies on parasitism and psionic networks, while ordinary life can only rely on descendants."

"In the final analysis, everyone wants to exist, or to continue in this world."

Shaking his head slightly, he turned around, turned his back on the body of the ether crystal dragon, and walked towards the coast with three dragon eggs.

Ian was greeted by everyone. Although he seemed to be fine at a glance, everyone was still very nervous.

After all, the matter of being swallowed by a crystallized dragon is curious and terrifying no matter how you think about it.

"Ian, your left hand..."

Isengard was the first to notice something wrong with Ian's left arm. He frowned slightly and asked with concern, "Is this a sequela of the maze master's transfer of authority?"

It can be seen at this moment that Ian's left arm presents a peculiar metallic texture, just like the carapace of a crystallized dragon, and the light cyan fine metal lines are derived from the back of the hand all the way up to the elbow. Several main thick lines The lines extend to the arms and shoulders and flow into the heart.

Of course, most of these are covered by clothing, and only the arms can be seen by outsiders.

"Ah? Hmm. Yes, it's the sequelae of the transfer of authority from the Lord of the Labyrinth."

Now that Isengard himself made his guess, how could Ian not follow the other party's words?

He admitted it frankly, then raised his head, looked at everyone seriously, and said slowly: "I already know many paths in the maze, and the road leading to the outside from here... But there is one condition before the crystal dragon dies, that is to help It continues its blood."

"This is our purpose. Ian, you are the biggest contributor to this exploration of the ruins. I will not make it difficult for you, and I am willing to let you fulfill your oath."

After stroking his beard, Master Gosse looked at the lines on Ian's arm curiously. He hadn't seen a human Lord of the Labyrinth, but he had seen similar lines on some warcraft—this is not unusual. The odd one is Ian himself.

Withdrawing his gaze, the old man looked at the three dragon eggs brought by Ian, and after examining them carefully, he nodded and said, "Only one of the three dragon eggs is relatively healthy and can hatch normally, while the other two probably need manual assistance to hatch." Finish hatching."

"Port Harrison doesn't have the conditions to assist the hatching of these two dragon eggs. Why don't we bring them back to the Imperial Capital, where professional labyrinth scholars will do their best to hatch them, and then raise them in the national labyrinth... at least, than in the Life in the wild is better."

Master Goser didn't say what to do with the other healthy dragon egg, neither did Ian, and Isengard didn't say a word.

As for Andor, he didn't even come close, but chatted with a shark—who knows how he chatted with a shark.

Everyone knows very well that there are some things that don't need to be said so clearly.

But Bishop Baiwu didn't join this topic at all. He just drew two concentric circles on his chest in the direction of the ether crystal dragon's corpse, and silently recited a prayer.

After reaching a consensus, Ian has no intention of continuing to rest... At this moment, he is no longer tired, and the power from the fire is continuously flowing into Gu Long's core, making him seem to be practicing and refining the source quality all the time.

This feeling of fully automatic practice is really the first time.

"Let's go, let's leave this ruin."

With that said, the guide was once again at the head of the line.