Godhead

Inside the Golden Dragon King God Core.

The white Purification Fire was so faint it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Time was running out.

The Golden Dragon King's aggressive, probing voice echoed through the space, his massive pupils fixed on Xu Lanqing, reflecting a figure of equal size within them.

Sensing the stagnant atmosphere, Xu Lanqing stared back at the Golden Dragon King without flinching, his gaze as calm as a quiet lake, speaking unhurriedly:

"To be honest, I actually sympathize with the plight of you Soul Beasts, though that doesn't change much, and you might even think I'm being hypocritical.

But I won't say I understand you, or spout platitudes about feeling your pain; likewise, if someone said that to me, I would find it repulsive.

Do not preach kindness to others without having suffered their hardships.

I am not a Soul Beast, nor do I have your experiences. Although I have seen your memories, it was like watching a play—at most, I could only sigh after it ended, so I cannot truly empathize.

But slaughter alone cannot solve problems; you have already put that into practice, and you failed.

Since that is the case, rather than choosing death and mutual destruction, why not choose that sliver of hope for life?

Don't you still have the unfinished mission of the Dragon God?

I believe the greatness of the Dragon God lies not just in power, but in that heart which embraces all things.

So, why not try another path?

Besides, this remnant soul of yours is reaching its limit, isn't it?"

The Golden Dragon King fell silent, his pupils filled with irrepressible violence.

A moment later, the divine power around him boiled, and countless golden lights converged above his dragon head. The golden light condensed into shape, and a strange, glowing inscription hovered in the air.

"Do you know what this means?"

"I don't." Xu Lanqing shook his head.

"This is the Godhead left behind when I died. As long as you fuse with it, my power will be completely at your disposal. You will no longer need to worry about dying, nor will you need to continue the sealing process.

Furthermore, even the Silver Dragon King will not be able to extract my power from your body to integrate it into her own.

From now on, you will be branded with the mark of the Golden Dragon King and become a thorn in the side of the God Realm. It cannot be erased; even if you give it to someone else, you will still carry its aura unless you destroy your own cultivation and settle for being an ordinary person. So, do you know now?"

The Golden Dragon King looked at the Godhead, his eyes filled with melancholy.

"I only know that you have no way out, and even without you, I would eventually clash with the God Realm anyway."

Xu Lanqing shrugged and said indifferently.

"Roar—"

The Golden Dragon King raised his head and let out a long howl, and the glowing Godhead "whooshed" into Xu Lanqing's spiritual body.

"Ugh..."

A surge of majestic divine power came rushing in, and Xu Lanqing's vision went black as he fell directly into a coma.

As for the remnant soul of the Golden Dragon King, it gradually turned into specks of golden light and vanished.

He took one last look at Xu Lanqing.

I hope the will of the Dragon God can truly be passed on...

Deep within the dead, silent space.

On the desolate land, a massive skeleton lay half-buried, its body nearly a thousand meters long.

Even though it had been dead for who knows how long, its bones still retained a terrifying aura, as if it could come back to life at any moment.

A stunningly beautiful figure slowly walked up to the skeleton, her eyes scanning the bones as a voice of surprise rang out:

"Back then, because the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon was influenced by its own nature, it was brutal and bloodthirsty, slaughtering its own kind. After being killed by the Dragon God and exiled to another world, I never expected it to be here."

Her gaze shifted to the dragon's head, and she saw a long blade plunged deep into the gleaming white bone, with only the hilt remaining outside.

Compared to the massive skull, the wound caused by the blade was almost negligible, but the mere sight of the exposed hilt radiated endless malice and bloodlust; just one look was enough to plunge a person into an illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"The Dragon Clan Dharma Blade, the Dragon Slaying Blade..."

The beautiful figure appeared beside the hilt before one could notice, and as she looked at it, her purple eyes revealed a sense of nostalgia, as if she were seeing the scene of the Dragon God forging the blade once more—how glorious the Dragon Clan had been back then.

Alas, time changes everything, and it has all passed.

She lowered her head, her purple eyes clear and transparent, yet tinged with sorrow, a sight that would make anyone feel a sense of pity.

Her flawless, jade-like hand gripped the hilt.

Instantly, the sound of tragic dragon roars echoed incessantly in the air, and headless dragon phantoms emerged—they were all dragons that had committed wrongs and been decapitated by the Dragon Slaying Blade.

"Pfft—"

With a movement of her jade hand, the Dragon Slaying Blade was pulled out.

The back of the blade was straight, the edge sharp, and the snow-white, bright body of the blade reflected her purple eyes.

The anomalies in the surroundings had vanished; the moment she pulled it out, the malice permeating the blade was completely restrained, becoming utterly ordinary.

Divine artifacts possess spirits; clearly, it had recognized the woman's identity and chosen to submit.

She sighed, casually tucking the Dragon Slaying Blade into her personal storage space.

Following this, she swept her gaze over the skeletal remains of the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon and beckoned with her right hand, causing two items to appear abruptly in her palm.

A fist-sized purple orb and a purple Left Arm Soul Bone; both contained terrifying energy, as if the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon had condensed its final power into them.

It was at this very moment.

The Silver Dragon King, or rather Gu Yuena, saw her expression change abruptly.

She looked toward the location of Xu Lanqing, and in the next second, space distorted as she tore through it to teleport over.

"This..."

"How could this happen?"

Looking at Xu Lanqing, who was still lying on the ground in a peaceful slumber, the indifference on Gu Yuena's face could no longer be maintained, her eyes filled with utter disbelief.

In her perception, the God Core of the Golden Dragon King was actually gradually merging with Xu Lanqing, and it was a fusion of the Godhead at that; this was simply inconceivable.

She had only been gone for a short while, so how did it suddenly turn into this?

This was because she did not know about the existence of the Golden Dragon King's remnant soul, otherwise, she would not have been so shocked.

Gu Yuena pursed her cherry lips, her heart beginning to feel lost.

What should I do? Should I interrupt him? But if I interrupt him, it will trigger an explosion, and then everything will be gone.

Just as she was struggling with the dilemma, the purple orb she had been holding in her hand suddenly flickered.

"Swish..."

The sound of breaking air rang out abruptly. Taking advantage of Gu Yuena's distraction, the purple orb concealed its aura and merged directly into Xu Lanqing's body.

By the time Gu Yuena noticed, it was already too late.

Her expression turned ugly; she had actually been played right under her own nose, which was something she could not tolerate.

After the purple orb entered his body, Xu Lanqing was covered in a layer of purple light, deepest around his head, while his previously calm face was now tightly furrowed in great pain.

"Hmph!"

Cold light glinted in Gu Yuena's eyes. So it really thinks I don't exist, does it? If it had just stayed hidden honestly, that would be one thing, but now this remnant soul actually wants to attempt possession.