The golden orb settled into his hand. It was neither scorching hot nor icy cold, as he had imagined.
It felt warm and smooth, like a living, breathing mass of Source Power.
The instant Dragon Soaring World grasped it, the golden light stirred. It flowed up his arm as a warm current and poured into his body.
Unlike the Divine Grace before it, this power did not wash through his limbs and bones. It shot straight toward the scarlet flame burning in his chest—the flame of his War Godhead!
Boom!
A deafening crash seemed to ring through Dragon Soaring World's mind, as though heaven and earth had split apart!
Gold and red—two utterly different powers that shared the same origin—collided and fused inside him with terrifying force!
"Argh!"
Even Dragon Soaring World could not suppress a groan.
He felt his Godhead, his soul, and every inch of his flesh being torn apart by a supreme will, then reassembled into something more perfect and far more formidable!
The phantom War Demon God behind him appeared beyond his control. Under the golden light, it gave way inch by inch until it was completely swallowed and fused with him.
"Guild leader!"
"Guild leader, what's wrong?"
Blood War Eight Wastelands and the surrounding members of the Dragon Soaring Dynasty saw the pain on his face and crowded around him in alarm.
"Stay back!"
Dragon Soaring World roared. His voice was hoarse, but it carried an authority no one could defy.
He raised his head. The Crimson Divine Fire that had burned in his eyes had been replaced entirely by pure gold!
Slowly, he opened his right hand.
Above his palm, countless golden and red threads of law intertwined, gathering into the phantom shape of a Battle Blade!
It was made of no known metal,