Chapter 417: Mysterious Assistance

####【Blood Seal Dragon Chant】

When Gongxu Yue's mechanical eye swept over the fissure in the rock wall, the green moss suddenly faded into Star Sand‑like powder. Beneath the flaking stone skin, dark‑golden patterns were revealed— a mural painted with pigment ground from Dragon Clan vertebrae. Ao Li's Inverse Scale suddenly heated up; she saw the silver‑armored dragon general's tail fin in the painting undergoing quantum‑ization, and three hundred scale plates were clearly a miniature Polaris Tower.

"These characters are flowing!" Xuan Yuan Hao's beast claw brushed the inscription, and his quantum‑ized fingertips suddenly oozed blood beads. The instant the blood dripped onto the mural, the entire rock wall glowed with the eerie light of a Klein Bottle, and the ancient characters recording sealing arts seeped through the wound into his veins. Zixiao Real Person's sword edge trembled lightly, and within Taiyi Clear Light a scene of Dragon Clan ancestors carving bone as pens appeared: they wrote using vertebrae dipped in black tide residue, each stroke sealing their own memories.

Lín Jìn's Star Sand right hand suddenly slipped into a crack in the mural, and Nirvana Fire burned along the pattern of the dragon general's war spear. Within the flames the hum of the orphanage exhaust fan could be heard, and the lettering from the old orphan list perfectly overlapped the seal script on the mural. He jerked his palm back, and between his fingers clung bronze‑colored Cerebrospinal Fluid—a protective mucus secreted when the mother nest nurturing system was scorched.

####【Reverse-Time Stele】

In the center of the mural, the Dragon Clan priest suddenly opened its Compound Eyes, and three hundred pupils each reflected battles from different times and spaces. Ao Li's jade‑quality spine emitted a resonant hum, and she saw her past life's Inverse Scale embedded in the priest's forehead. "Blood sacrifice... is a bidirectional seal!" she suddenly realized; the Dragon Clan ancestors had sealed the mother nest core within a temporal Singularity while anchoring their own existence in the bronze umbilical cord.

Gongxu Yue's mechanism box automatically disassembled, and gears meshing with the mural's energy reconstituted a phantom of the celestial sphere. When the dial turned to the "Ghost Constellation" position, a Gravitational Wave of a baby's cry echoed from deep within the rock wall. Zixiao Real Person's sword technique mutated, and split‑light Sword Qi etched a reversed version of the "Taiyi Rescue Suffering Sutra" in the void—within those backward‑flowing runes were interspersed electronic codes from the orphanage sterilization protocol.

"Cognitive contamination is transforming!" Xuan Yuan Hao discovered his quantum‑ized limbs were jade‑forming into a seal Container. The dragon general's battle armor on the mural suddenly peeled away, revealing a Shenjing Wangluo woven from bronze umbilical cords, each cord's end linked to gear debris from the Mo family Mechanism City. Lín Jìn's Star Sand right hand uncontrollably pierced the Shenjing Wangluo, and Nirvana Fire burned along the cords toward the Singularity deep within the mural.

####【Feeding Sin Pact】

When the flame reached the mural's core, the entire rock wall collapsed into a two‑dimensional plane. Ao Li saw the Dragon Clan ancestors' vertebrae proliferating within the mother nest's stomach sac, each bone joint secreting nurturing Star Sand. The mural's characters suddenly surged, coiling around everyone and etching a reverse nurturing contract onto their skin—those characters were clearly a miniature Abyss Return Ruler scale.

Gongxu Yue's mechanical eye flashed a red alert, and the view was forcibly cut into a battlefield seventy thousand years ago: three hundred Dragon Clan Elders knelt before a bronze Ronglu, voluntarily converting their Inverse Scales into energy valves for the nurturing system. Their anguished cries turned into quantum imprints, flowing along the spacetime fissure to infect the present world.

"It's not assistance... it's atonement!" Zixiao Real Person suddenly vomited a blood clot studded with gears, and his Benming Sword sphere was jade‑forming into a miniature Polaris Tower. Taiyi Clear Light illuminated the dark markings in the mural's corner—there, tiny disclaimer clauses were written in Star Sand, each word acknowledging that the Dragon Clan is the mother nest's First Generation host.

####【Ring of Tail‑Bite】

Lín Jìn's Star Sand right hand suddenly burst, and Nirvana Fire, wrapped with bronze Cerebrospinal Fluid, drew an orphanage floor plan in the void. When the final stroke was completed, the ground beneath everyone's feet displayed the same pattern— the entire cavern turned out to be a reflection of the seventh underground level of the Polaris Tower. Xuan Yuan Hao's quantum‑ized beast claw slipped into a fissure, pulling out three hundred bronze umbilical cords slick with lubricating oil.

"Cognitive synchronization rate has exceeded the critical value!" Gongxu Yue's mechanical eye exuded Star Sand, and she saw the Mo family Patriarch reassembling deep within the mural. The mechanism parts, soaked in Dragon Clan Brain Fluid, continuously birthed miniature Black-robed People at the gear meshing points.

Ao Li's Inverse Scale suddenly detached and embedded itself into the mural, and the Dragon Clan ancestors' war spear transformed into the opening of a Klein Bottle. At the instant the bottle inverted, all the Star Sand in the cavern coalesced into an orphanage holographic projection— three hundred Peiyangcang were secreting the memory residues of their battles, and the numbers on the chambers' surfaces were the true names of the group, etched onto the Abyss Return Ruler.

####【Residual Echo Code】

Zixiao Real Person suddenly slashed the void with his sword, and split‑light Sword Qi tore a memory fissure in the quantum cloud. Everyone saw inside the celestial sphere at the top level of the Polaris Tower, three hundred Dragon Clan Elders' jade‑quality spines forming the core gear of the nurturing system. Whenever Star Sand flowed, the sound pattern of a baby suckling milk resonated.

"This is the true seal..." Ao Li's dragon horn exuded bronze blood, dripping onto the mural to generate a reverse nurturing equation. Those formulas surged automatically into Gongxu Yue's mechanism box, and her mechanical arm, out of control, began forging a miniature Polaris Tower model.

When Lín Jìn's Star Sand right hand regenerated, a quantum imprint of the orphan list appeared on his palm. When his finger touched the dragon general's battle armor on the mural, the orphanage's surveillance footage suddenly overlaid reality— their current battle was being live‑broadcast by the Compound Eyes on the foreheads of three hundred babies.