School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start Chapter 127 -127-Back to Thousands of Years Ago

Deep within Heaven Summit.

Surprisingly, this place was a mine, its tunnels deep and winding, creating an oppressive feeling in one’s heart with its intricate and fragnted pathways.

Following these paths deeper, an expansive area unexpectedly opened up.

In the center of this open space stood a young man with a handso face and an ethereal aura.

On his forehead shone a point of light, as if a deity had gently touched his brow.

"Saint, this is the place where, six thousand years ago, the Devourer built the Fortress of Flesh," said a man standing behind him.

He too had a point of white light on his forehead, which bestowed upon him an aura of supre sanctity.

The young man, with his hands behind his back, spoke softly, "Is everything ready?"

"The Illusion of Reality and Dream magic array is all set up. It took three grandmasters to arrange it, absolutely foolproof. Those fools will never realize that their souls have been entirely absorbed by the Soul Capture Orb," the man replied with a muffled laugh, as if relishing a private joke.

The young man clenched his fist, laughing softly, "Do you think Owen will die in the Heaven Summit secret realm?"

The man’s face turned solemn, and he spoke emphatically, "Definitely. The Devourer, in its early days, consud the flesh and blood of hundreds of thousands to construct the Fortress of Flesh. Even a demigod wielding a semi-divine artifact couldn’t handle it. Although they are in the period of the Devourer’s early growth, it’s not sothing that forty master-tier magi can contend with."

"That’s good," the young man unclenched his fist, bursting into wild laughter, "Owen, if you die, I’ll mourn you properly. I’ll make you realize that you were nothing but a dog under in school, and it’s the sa in this world."

...

"You’ve finally arrived."

Owen opened his eyes to this statent.

Looking around, he saw the Brawny group and others beside him, clad not in the school uniform but in light armor, stained with blood.

"What is this..." Confusion swept over Owen’s face, and he couldn’t help but voice his bewildernt.

The man speaking before them turned to Owen, his face contorting into a sycophantic smile: "Is there sothing you need, Commander?"

Jonathan glanced at Owen and said in a deep voice, "No, carry on."

The man, resembling an NPC, continued with a troubled expression, "This mission involves four squads operating simultaneously. Reports from inside the mine indicate that monsters have appeared."

Pointing behind him, he gestured towards the vast snowy landscape where Heaven Summit stood in the distance, a mine entrance visible, with wooden tracks laid out - clearly a mining setup.

Jonathan’s expression remained unchanged, signaling the man to proceed.

"We’re not entirely sure what’s happening. The mine is too dark, and the creatures are fast. Out of fourteen or fifteen people inside, only two managed to escape. They had just returned to town when an avalanche struck the next morning, completely blocking the path to the mine."

The cold wind, sharp as a knife, struck Owen’s face.

For so reason, he felt the chill now more intense than before.

He resorted to channeling his arcanergy to resist the cold.

Jonathan exchanged glances with his companions before asking, "Is there anything else?"

"Um," the man began, his head lowered, then his eyes suddenly lit up, "Indeed, there is sothing. About six or seven days ago, a woman sneaked into a station outside the village to steal food. She inadvertently made a noise and got caught by the people there. The station master, seeing her tattered clothes and swollen belly, and her eyes darting about, avoiding eye contact, decided to hand her over to the city guard."

"The woman then started crying and making a scene, saying, ’I was just too hungry,’ ’I don’t want to harm you,’ and then she ran outside. The station master naturally sent people after her. But then, a creature over a ter tall leaped out from the cotton sack on her back, killing the soldiers who pursued her. Others who tried to help were also slain by the creature, leaving only two severely injured survivors."

Owen and his companions exchanged puzzled glances.

"And then?" asked Jonathan.

"The travelers who witnessed it were so frightened they fainted. The city guard also ca to investigate, but by then, the woman and the creature had already fled."

Owen’s face darkened, utterly baffled.

What was all this about?

The only woman in the team spoke up, "I understand now."

Her fra was delicate, like a "Willow", and that was what everyone called her.

The man grew excited, "What do you know?"

Willow pursed her lips, signaling the man to step back.

He awkwardly retreated.

Only then did Willow reveal a smile and said with ease, "The saying ’a stitch in ti saves nine’ holds true. I just happened to co across a historical record about this incident."

"Elaborate," said Jonathan.

"This piece of history dates back thousands of years. Back then, there was a city known as Coiled Dragon City, where, mysteriously, creatures appeared and devoured humans," Willow pondered, slowly articulating her thoughts.

"The city’s defender was known as the Red General.

Through her research, she discovered that these monsters were creations of a god—River Crossing Demon Mother."

The ntion of a deity instantly heightened the tension among everyone present.

Owen urged, "Go on, explain in detail."

Willow glanced at Owen and spoke softly, "River Crossing Demon Mother is a lesser deity. Her sole power is to bestow blessings on won desiring children, enabling them to bear offspring."

"That sounds quite benevolent," Owen murmured.

"Benevolent?" Willow’s face darkened as she coldly continued, "River Crossing Demon Mother uses the bodies of these won to bear her children, birthing up to nine at a ti, each one different. These demon children vary in form—so are fierce, others agile, so frail, and so no bigger than a cat. So are even more robust than Brawny..."

Brawny’s mouth fell open in surprise, wondering why he was being ntioned.

Owen glanced at Brawny, then reflected on Willow’s description, "That’s quite bizarre, isn’t it?"

"Indeed," Willow’s eyes were cold, her mood seemingly dark, "In the natural order, the offspring of tigers, leopards, wolves, and hyenas are typically healthier and stronger if born first. However, it’s different for the River Crossing Demon Mother’s demon children. The later they are born, the more powerful they beco."

The irony of a deity associated with demons unsettled Owen, but he remained silent, signaling Willow to continue with his gaze.

"The River Crossing Demon Mother’s earlier born children are relatively weaker, while the youngest, born last, is the strongest.

It starts claiming the nutrients from its siblings while still in the womb, forcing them to be born prematurely or risk being devoured by it," Willow explained.

"This youngest one must be extraordinary," Owen mused, stroking his chin with growing interest.

"Indeed, it’s said that the youngest inherits so of River Crossing Demon Mother’s divine powers and can use divine spells," Willow continued calmly.

"Divine spells?" The crowd was astonished.

Having embarked on the path of cultivation, each of them a genius in their own right, who wouldn’t be thrilled at the prospect of witnessing powers beyond the sage-tier?

The ntion of divine spells naturally ignited their excitent.

Could this be the reward for the Academy Competition?

Seeing the uncontrollable excitent among the group, Jonathan coughed twice and said, "Alright, Willow, please continue."

Willow looked towards Heaven Summit and announced loudly, "The historical records state that within the mines there, resides the youngest of the River Crossing Demon Mother’s offspring—Devourer. Our mission likely involves playing the role of the Coiled Dragon City guards, uncovering the secrets of the mine, and then confronting the Devourer head-on."

Jonathan’s expression changed instantly.

His mind, sharp as ever, rembered every word Willow had said.

Swallowing hard, he asked uncertainly, "You ntioned that the River Crossing Demon Mother’s youngest can use divine spells?"

"Yes," Willow responded.

"..."

Wasn’t this mission a trap? Facing a monster capable of divine spells, how were they supposed to fight?

Owen’s mouth twitched, and the words slipped out: "What do the historical records say about the fate of the guards?"

Willow, tilting her head, replied casually, "The records from that ti don’t ntion their fate. It’s only known that later, after the Devourer established the Fortress of Flesh and beca invincible even to demigods, it was finally annihilated when thirty-six sages from the Novalia continent combined their strength and summoned a deity."

Owen’s expression turned grim, his voice wavering slightly: "So, you an to say, the guards were almost entirely wiped out in the face of the Devourer."

This conclusion wasn’t hard to deduce.

If the guards had found the Devourer, they would have imdiately relayed the news.

The absence of any ssage indicated their likely demise.

The team mbers’ faces grew tense, their expressions showing disbelief.

Was this competition so kind of joke?

Jonathan clapped his hands firmly and declared, "Our current realm is stronger than those guards. Where would you find a city guard entirely composed of master-tier mbers?"

His words brought a sense of relief to the others.

Indeed, their strength was not comparable to those historical guards.

The man from before, probably growing impatient, called out loudly from outside, "Honored commanders, are you ready?"