Dragon Transformation

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

During this week, Lin Yun barely stepped outside. By day, he remained in the training room to reconcile his surging strength, and by night, he shifted his consciousness to the Coiling Dragon World to practice the newly purchased secret techniques in the back mountains of the Ernst Institute. Time in both worlds was utilized to the extreme, and his strength steadily consolidated through this dual-world cultivation.

His Spiritual Force, at the peak of the late-stage High-Level War God, and his warrior cultivation, at the peak of the primary War God level, had completely stabilized, shedding that sense of "frivolity." His body had also fully adapted to the new power; every punch and every thrust could exert the force it was meant to.

His control over the flying daggers had improved significantly. The twelve 9-Series flying daggers were like living things in his hands, capable of weaving through the air within a kilometer and piercing through steel plates several meters thick without any effort. He was confident that if he encountered a High-Level Lord Rank monster like the Heaven-Swallowing Python again, he could easily slay it with the flying daggers alone, without needing to resort to a soul attack.

But this was not what he was truly looking forward to.

Lin Yun sat cross-legged on his bed and took the sealed box out of his Space Ring. He lifted the lid to reveal the Green Spirit lying quietly inside. He had already consumed its six leaves, leaving only the red fruit sitting lonely at the top. Under the moonlight, it radiated an alluring luster, the red on its surface so rich it seemed as if it were about to drip.

"It is time to consume it," Lin Yun murmured.

However, he did not rush to put the fruit into his mouth. He was pondering a question: which body should he use to consume it?

He had consumed the Green Spirit leaves in the Swallowed Star World, and the results were remarkable; his Spiritual Force had surged, and his physical fitness had improved accordingly. But the fruit was different. The efficacy of the fruit was more than ten times that of the leaves, containing far more vast and pure energy. Which body to use to absorb this energy was a question that required careful consideration.

Lin Yun closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into both bodies simultaneously to carefully sense their states.

The body in the Swallowed Star World had just undergone the baptism of the Green Spirit leaves; his Spiritual Force had reached the peak of the late-stage High-Level War God, and his physical fitness had broken through to the peak of the primary War God level. This body was in excellent condition, full of energy and with active cells—it was at its peak.

The body in the Coiling Dragon World had seen his Spiritual Energy break through to the late-stage of a Level 9 Mage, but his magic power remained at the peak of Level 8, requiring time to refine. His warrior cultivation remained at the peak of Level 7; while not weak, it clearly lagged behind his mage cultivation.

Subconsciously, Lin Yun felt that the body in the Coiling Dragon World needed this fruit more! More importantly, the Coiling Dragon World possessed Light Element magic.

Light Element magic excelled at healing and purification. If any accidents occurred during the process of consuming the fruit, he could use light magic for emergency relief. In the Swallowed Star World, he lacked such means.

"Let the body in the Coiling Dragon World consume it," Lin Yun decided.

He put the sealed box back into his Space Ring and then transmitted the Space Ring back to the Coiling Dragon World.

In the small woods behind the Ernst Institute, the moonlight was like water, spilling onto Lin Yun's shoulders. He sat cross-legged on that familiar bluestone and took the red fruit out of the Space Ring.

The fruit was only the size of an infant's fist, perfectly round and smooth, emitting a faint red glow under the moonlight. A sweet, refreshing fragrance drifted from the fruit; a single whiff was enough to invigorate the spirit.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and placed the fruit into his mouth.

The moment the fruit entered his mouth, a warm power erupted from the tip of his tongue. The sensation was not like the coolness of the leaves, but a deeper, more mellow warmth, like aged wine—soft upon entry, but with a powerful aftertaste.

The fruit melted instantly, turning into a warm liquid that flowed down his throat into his body. Wherever that liquid passed, every cell cheered and leaped, as if long-parched land had finally received a sweet rain.

Lin Yun closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on his body.

That warm power flowed through his meridians like a warm river, nourishing every inch of flesh, every bone, and every cell along the way. He could feel his body undergoing a miraculous change—not a simple increase in strength, but a more essential, deeper transformation.

His warrior cultivation began to break through first.

The bottleneck of the peak Level 7 was like paper under the impact of this power, shattered in an instant. Early Level 8, mid-Level 8, late-stage Level 8... his cultivation climbed all the way until it stopped at the peak of Level 8.

But that power was not exhausted. It continued to flow through his body, still nourishing every cell.

Then, Lin Yun felt it.

At the very moment his cultivation broke through to the peak of Level 8, he felt something break inside his body. It was an invisible shackle, existing deep within his bloodline, at the core of every one of his cells. It had been there since he was born, accompanying him for fifteen years, and now—it had finally shattered.

A sudden realization flooded his mind.

It was not knowledge learned from the outside world, nor a theory read in books, but an innate instinct carved deep into his bloodline. Just as an infant knows how to breathe, just as a fish knows how to swim—this realization was the sleeping memory within the bloodline of a Dragonblood Warrior, the power passed down through generations of the Baruch Clan ancestors.

"This is..." Before Lin Yun could think further, a sudden change occurred.

The originally warm, comfortable power suddenly turned violent. It no longer flowed gently like a river, but erupted from every corner of his body simultaneously, like a volcanic explosion.

Intense pain struck from every pore of his body at once.

This pain was not the pain of a blade cut or a broken bone, but a deeper agony, crawling out from the gaps in his bones. It felt as if something was writhing under his skin, trying to break out.

Lin Yun threw his head back and let out a painful roar. His voice echoed through the night sky, startling the birds roosting in the woods.

Under the moonlight, the surface of his skin began to change.

First, it was his arms. Pieces of cyan scales emerged from beneath his skin, their sharp edges easily slicing through his clothes. Those scales presented a deep, emerald-green hue, like fine jade, emitting a cold, eerie luster under the moonlight. The scales overlapped, densely covering his arms, each one as sharp as a blade.

Then his torso, legs, and back—the scales spread faster and faster, like a wildfire. In just a moment, Lin Yun's entire body was covered in cyan scales.

He looked down at his hands. They were no longer human hands—his fingers had become more slender, sharp claws grew from his fingertips, and his joints were covered in fine scales. The entire hand looked like a miniature dragon claw.

The pain did not stop.

A more intense agony came from his forehead, as if something was drilling out from his bones. Lin Yun gritted his teeth, blue veins bulging on his forehead, sweat mixed with blood seeping out from the gaps between the scales.

Two dragon horns slowly emerged from the sides of his forehead.

The horns were not long, only the length of an adult's finger, entirely cyan, their surfaces smooth as mirrors, their tips sharp as needles. They curved slightly backward, emitting a faint glow under the moonlight.

Immediately after, a sharp, piercing pain came from the base of his spine. A cyan dragon tail extended from his tailbone, initially only a foot long, then growing rapidly until it stopped at over a meter. The surface of the dragon tail was also covered in fine scales, the tip sharp as a spear, swaying gently in the moonlight.

But this was not the end.

A heart-wrenching pain came from the fingers of his hands and the toes of his feet. Lin Yun looked down and saw that every one of his fingers was changing—his nails fell off, replaced by sharp claws growing from his fingertips. Those claws, like the dragon claws, presented a cyan luster, curved like hooks, sharp enough to easily tear through steel.

His feet were changing in sync. His toes turned into sharp claws, his arches became more curved, and the overall shape of his feet became better suited for gripping the ground and leaping.

The pain of having these claws forcibly grow out caused Lin Yun's vision to go black, and he lost consciousness.

His body slid off the bluestone and collapsed onto the soft grass. The moonlight spilled onto his scale-covered body, those cyan scales emitting an eerie glow in the darkness. Dragon horns, dragon tail, sharp claws—he looked exactly like a humanoid dragon.

I do not know how much time had passed, but Lin Yun's consciousness slowly returned.

He opened his eyes to see the moonlight and the silhouettes of leaves overhead. His consciousness was still a bit hazy and his body felt stiff, but he could feel it—everything was different.

He sat up and looked down at his own hands.

Emerald-green scales covered his arms and the backs of his hands, and sharp claws grew from the tips of his ten fingers. He tried clenching his fist, and a faint friction sound came from between the scales as an unprecedented surge of power erupted from within his body.

He stood up and walked to a large tree at the edge of the small grove. Without using any technique, he simply threw a punch.

"Boom!"

The trunk of the large tree was pierced through by his punch, sending wood chips flying. That tree, which was thick enough for a person to wrap their arms around, snapped at the point of impact and crashed down with a roar.

Lin Yun was stunned.

He looked down at his fist—the scales were completely intact, without even a single scratch. And his strength was more than ten times greater than before.

He closed his eyes and sensed the cultivation within his body.

Peak Level 9.

His warrior cultivation had surged directly from peak Level 8 to peak Level 9. The physical fitness and strength after Dragon Transformation were several times greater than before. A peak Level 9 Dragonblood Warrior, in terms of physical fitness alone, was already no less than an average Saint Realm warrior.

And when he deactivated the Dragon Transformation, his cultivation fell back to peak Level 8. The scales, dragon horns, dragon tail, and sharp claws—all the features of the Dragon Transformation vanished, and he returned to being that ordinary youth.

But that feeling of power, that realization from deep within his bloodline, remained in his body.

"Dragon Transformation," Lin Yun murmured, a flash of insight crossing his eyes.

When the bloodline of a Baruch Clan Dragonblood Warrior is sufficiently concentrated, one can trigger this form. In the Dragon Transformation state, physical fitness skyrockets several times over, and defensive power increases exponentially. The reason his ancestors were able to fight giant dragons head-on was precisely because of this power.

But the problem was—his bloodline concentration was originally insufficient for Dragon Transformation.

Back in Wushan Town, Hogg had tested his and Linley's bloodlines, and the results showed that neither of their bloodline concentrations was enough to trigger Dragon Transformation. This had always been a regret for Lin Yun, and it was also the reason he preferred practicing magic over being a warrior in the Coiling Dragon World.

But now, that fruit had changed everything.

The Green Spirit fruit had not only improved his physical fitness but had also purified his bloodline. Those thin, dormant Dragonblood Warrior bloodlines deep within his cells were activated, purified, and strengthened by the energy of the fruit. The concentration that was originally insufficient had been forcefully pushed to a level capable of Dragon Transformation.

"No wonder the Heaven-Swallowing Python risked its life to guard this Green Spirit," Lin Yun muttered. A Spirit of Vegetation that could purify bloodlines and increase bloodline concentration was far more valuable than treasures that merely boosted strength. On Earth, such things that could alter a warrior's foundation were simply priceless; the Heaven-Swallowing Python had guarded this Spirit of Vegetation for decades, finally waiting for it to mature. It only needed to raise its cultivation to the peak of the High-Level Lord stage and consume this Spirit of Vegetation to reach the King level in one go, yet it had been snatched away by Lin Yun.

He sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the power in the Dragon Transformation state.

A peak Level 9 Dragonblood Warrior, combined with a Level 9 7-Series Mage, plus his progress in the second layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade—according to Lin Yun's estimation, the second layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade had already surpassed the "Heavy as Light" realm described in the Baruch Clan's inherited manuscripts. His comprehensive strength was already no less than an average Saint Realm expert. Although he had not yet broken through to the Saint Realm, he already had the power to fight against an opponent who had just entered the Saint Realm.

Moreover, the Dragon Transformation brought more than just an increase in strength. His defensive power skyrocketed in the Dragon Transformation state; each of those emerald-green scales was as hard as refined steel. The attacks of an ordinary Level 9 warrior probably wouldn't even be able to break his scales.

Lin Yun shifted his consciousness to the Swallowed Star World.

In the villa at the Bright Moon Residential District, his other body sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly opened its eyes.

Almost the instant the Dragon Transformation was completed in the Coiling Dragon World, this body also felt the feedback of that power.

His warrior cultivation broke through from the peak of the Primary War God level directly to the peak of the Intermediate War God level. He was only one step away from entering the ranks of the High-Level War Gods.

Genetic Origin Energy circulated wildly in his body, and his cells were cheering and leaping with joy. He could feel that his physical fitness had undergone a qualitative leap—strength, speed, and reaction had all improved by a whole grade.

Lin Yun clenched his fist, feeling the power gathering in his palm.

Peak Intermediate War God.

Before consuming the Green Spirit fruit, his warrior cultivation was at the peak of the Primary War God level. Now, he had already touched the threshold of a High-Level War God.

"If I encounter the Heaven-Swallowing Python again..." Lin Yun thought, he wouldn't need a Soul Attack; he could kill it with his Flying Daggers alone.

Lin Yun stood up and walked to the window. Moonlight spilled in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating his face as he silently tallied his gains over the past week.

Swallowed Star World: Spiritual Force at the late peak of the High-Level War God stage, warrior cultivation at the peak of the Intermediate War God stage. Twelve 9-Series Flying Daggers, over a dozen secret techniques. There was still over 1.1 billion in funds in his account.

Coiling Dragon World: Spiritual Energy at the late stage of a Level 9 Mage, magic power was being rapidly refined, and he expected to break through to Level 9 within a month. Warrior cultivation at peak Level 8, capable of reaching peak Level 9 in the Dragon Transformation state. All 7-Series magic were progressing in tandem, and the second layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade was already proficient, with him now pushing toward the third layer.

Most importantly—Dragon Transformation.

This was his trump card in the Coiling Dragon World, an ace that allowed him to fight across levels. A peak Level 9 Dragonblood Warrior, combined with a Level 9 7-Series Mage and the force-exertion techniques of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, meant his comprehensive strength was already no less than an average Saint Realm expert.

And all of this stemmed from that Green Spirit fruit.

In the small grove behind the Ernst Institute, the moonlight was like water.

Lin Yun opened his eyes and stood up from the grass. His clothes had been shredded to pieces by the scales during his Dragon Transformation, and now he could only wrap himself in a spare robe from his Space Ring.

He looked at the scraps of cloth on the ground and gave a wry smile. The price of Dragon Transformation was not just the consumption of physical strength, but also his clothes.

"It seems I need to prepare more sets of clothes in the future," he muttered to himself.

Then, he sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and began to refine his magic power.

The energy of the Green Spirit fruit had not been completely digested; a portion still remained in his body, slowly nourishing his bloodline and physique. He needed time to completely absorb this energy, to make the Dragon Transformation state more stable, and to consolidate his cultivation.

The moonlight spilled onto his shoulders, and the 7-Series magic elements flowed slowly around him like seven streams of different colors, converging into a colorful river.

The Thunder Element magic elements were particularly active; it seemed the fruit had brought not only an increase in bloodline concentration but also an improvement in his affinity for elemental laws. Lin Yun could feel that his comprehension of the Thunder Element laws was improving at an unprecedented speed.