Fusion of Dragon King-Class Soul Bones

The next morning, Yun Jingheng was dragged out of bed by Yun Ming.

He was fast asleep, the Moon Laurel Tree in his sea of consciousness swaying its branches quietly, and the Golden Core in his dantian spinning steadily and continuously.

Then a large hand patted his shoulder through the blanket, not with much force but with a very fast frequency, like beating a war drum.

He groggily opened his eyes and saw his father standing in front of his bed, his expression unreadable, only saying, "Get dressed and come with me."

"... Where to?" Yun Jingheng rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Sea God Pavilion."

Yun Jingheng was not fully conscious when he was pushed to the entrance of the Sea God Pavilion.

When he entered the room and saw the scene inside, he froze. Long Yeyue was sitting in the main seat, Cai Yue'er was leaning against the windowsill, Feng Wuyu was sitting on the sofa eating a steamed bun, and Zhuo Shi was standing by the wall with his arms crossed.

Lan Muzi and Tang Yinmeng were also there.

Ya Li sat down next to Yun Ming and smiled at him, but the meaning behind that smile was clear, "Your dad has something to say, and I don't plan to tell you in advance."

"... What's going on?"

Yun Jingheng stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces. "What day is it today? Why is everyone here?"

Long Yeyue gestured with her chin toward the table. "Let's look at that one first."

Yun Jingheng followed her gaze and saw two Soul Bone on the table.

One piece was completely black, as if the night had been solidified into a bone; the other was white with a golden tinge, its surface shimmering with a warm luster, like white jade bathed in the morning light.

He could feel the spiritual energy fluctuations of the two Soul Bone from where he stood; they were heavy and carried a pressure more profound than any Soul Bone he had ever seen.

He froze, momentarily stunned, "... What is this? Where did it come from?"

Yun Ming stood up from the table, walked to him, and held up the two Soul Bone for him to examine closely.

"The left leg bone Dark Dragon King, and the right leg bone Light Dragon King. Their quality far surpasses that of ordinary Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone."

Yun Jingheng reached out and touched the black Soul Bone. The moment his fingertips touched it, a deep chill ran up his fingertips. He subconsciously pulled his hand back, but the chill was not harmful; it was just heavy, like the pressure of deep water.

"... Dragon King? Where did you get him?"

"Given by Di Tian."

Yun Jingheng's eyes widened suddenly. "Di Tian? When did you go to see Di Tian?"

"Last night."

Yun Ming placed the Soul Bone back on the table, his tone calm, "Didn't I mention it during the meeting at the Sea God Pavilion? Di Tian has some good stuff. I went to talk to him and brought back two leg bones."

Yun Jingheng opened his mouth, his mind racing. Could this be the Soul Bone Gu Yue promised me?

"... What did you exchange it for?" he asked, his tone more cautious than before.

"It's none of your business."

Yun Ming glanced at him, "You should fuse the Soul Bone first."

Yun Jingheng looked suspiciously at his father's expression, then at the expressions of the others in the room, while Cai Yue'er immediately looked away.

He roughly realized that something was amiss, but his father didn't intend to tell him before the fusion.

He swallowed his words.

Two pieces of the Dragon King's leg bone were placed in front of him. He took a deep breath and suppressed his doubts for the time being.

"Okay, let's integrate first."

He tucked the two Soul Bone into his robes, looked up at the crowd, and asked, "Where should we fuse them? Here?"

Yun Ming led him to the quiet room in the underground of the Sea God Pavilion.

The quiet room was small, with dark Soundproofing Stone embedded in the four walls. A thick futon was laid in the center of the floor, and a soft white Soul Guidance Lamp overhead illuminated the entire space as if it were daytime.

Long Yeyue stood at the door, leaning on her cane, and nodded to him. "Go in and sit down, and take the Soul Bone in your hand."

Yun Jingheng sat cross-legged on the futon.

"Close your eyes and regulate your breathing. First, stabilize your Soul Power in your dantian, then start with the Dark Dragon King area."

Long Yeyue's voice came from the doorway, not loud, but every word clearly reached his ears, "The eight of us will protect you outside, no one will disturb you, just focus on your fusion."

Yun Jingheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused his senses into his dantian.

"Good."

His Soul Power flowed slowly through his meridians, and once his condition stabilized, he reached out and grasped the jet-black leg bone.

The instant I touched it, an extreme chill shot up from my palm, like a sleeping beast opening an eye in its veins.

That coolness wasn't the crisp, icy chill of ice; it was more like... a starless night sky? Like the dark, unseen currents of the deep sea?

Yun Jingheng frowned for a moment, but he did not let go. Instead, he slowly wrapped his hand with his Soul Power, like using warm water to melt a piece of hard ice.

The process of "transformation" took longer than he had anticipated.

The Soul Power of the Soul Bone clashed with the Soul Power within his body during their initial contact. The Moonlight was extremely gentle and yin, while the dark spiritual power was extremely deep and silent. Both belonged to yin, but their paths were completely different.

Yun Jingheng patiently infused the Moonlight little by little, stitching it up like needle and thread. After countless stitches, the sharp edges of the dark spiritual power were finally smoothed out, and it began to spread along the meridians of his left leg, guided by the Moonlight.

Then his consciousness was suddenly pulled into a dark space.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing under a starless and moonless night sky, with nothing but endless silence beneath his feet.

Before he could even look around, the two illusory figures in front of him slowly solidified.

On the left was a figure entirely black, with a slender build and dark eyes that resembled two extinguished lamps.

The one on the right is entirely white-gold, with a more graceful form than the one on the left. The patterns on its scales gleam with a warm light, like the first rays of dawn.

The Dark Dragon King and the Light Dragon King.

Both pairs of eyes fell on Yun Jingheng at the same time.

His gaze wasn't sharp, but it was as deep as a well, revealing his meridians from his appearance, his dantian from his meridians, and the reflection of the Moon Laurel Tree Moon Palace in his sea of consciousness from his dantian.

Yun Jingheng felt as if he had been illuminated from the inside out by two invisible lights, leaving nothing hidden.

"The successor to the little rabbit?"

"It seems so, but not entirely."

"The aura is similar, yet different."

"Did the Yue Shen Goddess's Godhood evolve within him?"

"It's highly likely. After the Godhood was shattered, it was rebuilt by a very suitable host. It's very probable."

In this dark space, he felt like an object on a display stand, with the gazes of the two dragons scrutinizing him from head to toe.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but the two dragons' conversation left him no room to interject. He could only stand there, listening to them analyze him one after another.

"Evolution?"

The Light Dragon King tilted his head, his platinum scales gleaming warmly in the void. "Are you sure it's evolution and not attrition?"

"Depletion won't make your aura purer. Did Father God teach you for nothing back then?"

The Dark Dragon King's voice was deep and resonant, "The purity of the bead in his dantian is far superior to that of the little rabbit back then."

The Light Dragon King was silent for a moment, then his gaze shifted to Yun Jingheng's face, his tone carrying a faint hint of amusement. "How old are you this year?"

"Fourteen," Yun Jingheng answered honestly.

The Light Dragon King raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the Dark Dragon King.

They exchanged a very brief glance, and the unspoken understanding between them made Yun Jingheng feel like a book that had been opened and closed; no explanation was needed, they understood each other at a glance.

"The gods of yesteryear didn't have his aptitude, and those who inherited First-Level God and were able to evolve it were extremely rare."

The Dark Dragon King brought his head closer, "Besides, he's only 14 years old."

"The Silver Dragon King said you're a worry-free fellow," the Light Dragon King said, looking at him again, his tone a little gentler than before.

"It seems she wasn't exaggerating."

Yun Jingheng finally found an opportunity to speak, "Huh?"

The Dark Dragon King said, "She told us to judge for ourselves, saying we could tell whether you were worth it or not."

Yun Jingheng's mind raced.

Did Gu Yue already know that the Dragon King's consciousness resided within these two Soul Bone?

"Well..." He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Seniors, have you finished your judgment?"

The two dragon kings tilted their heads almost simultaneously. The Dark Dragon King's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, while the Light Dragon King's lips curved into a very shallow arc.

"He even dared to rush us."

"... I was wrong." Yun Jingheng quickly raised his hands in surrender. "I shouldn't have rushed you. Take your time, take your time. I have plenty of time."

The Light Dragon King chuckled.

"The Silver Dragon King was right when he said you had a lot of guts. When that little rabbit first saw us, it was still shrinking its neck. But you, standing here urging us to give us a conclusion."

The Dark Dragon King did not laugh, but there was something else in his heavy gaze.

He looked Yun Jingheng up and down again, this time faster than before, as if he had already obtained the information he wanted and only needed to confirm one last detail.

"That's fine," he said.

The Light Dragon King nodded, then looked at Yun Jingheng: "You've passed."

Yun Jingheng was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth as if to say something, but the Dark Dragon King had already floated forward half a foot, his dark eyes staring at him at close range.

That distance gave Yun Jingheng a heavy sense of pressure, but it wasn't fierce; it was like a deep sea pressing down on him without drowning him.

"Don't move," the Dark Dragon King said. "Once the fusion begins, don't resist or try to guide it. Let us do it ourselves. Just keep your breathing steady."

"... good."

As soon as he finished speaking, two completely different streams of spiritual energy surged into his meridians from both sides.

On the left is the Dark Dragon King's dark Soul Power, as calm as an abyss; on the right is the Light Dragon King's white-gold Soul Power, as warm as the morning light.

Two forces, like two rivers flowing in opposite directions, simultaneously poured into his body, converging, colliding, and then Entanglement together as they sank downwards above his dantian.

Yun Jingheng gritted his teeth.

That power was more than ten times stronger than the probing spiritual energy from before. The moment it surged in, he felt as if his meridians were being filled by two torrents at the same time, making them swell and bulge.

But the two dragon kings were indeed controlling the rhythm, just as they said. At each limit point, the transmission would be briefly stopped, and then resumed once the dragon king had caught its breath.

Dark spiritual energy spread down the bones of the left leg, leaving a layer of jet-black luster on the bone surface wherever it went, like jade soaked in the night.

The platinum-gold spiritual energy spread along his right leg, its warm light seeping into the texture of his bones, like morning light shining through the clouds into a valley.

His two legs were simultaneously filled with two completely different forces, one heavy and one warm, one dark and one bright, which met above his knees and merged into a faint silver-gray transition zone.

His Soul Power level began to rise.

At the moment the power reached seventy, the two streams of spiritual energy simultaneously halted their momentum, like two rivers closing their sluice gates.

In the dark space, two illusory figures are fading.

The Dark Dragon King gave him one last look, the caution in his gaze completely vanished, replaced by a simple acceptance.

"We deliberately controlled it to ensure that your cultivation level wouldn't be too unstable. My suggestion is to wait a while before adding Soul Ring."

The illusory image of the Light Dragon King was as thin as a dissipating morning mist, and her voice drifted away before fading completely. "Although I don't know what help these relics of our ancient era could be to a little fellow like you who's 'almost Self-Created Godhood '..."

"But at least it's something of some value left in this world, so make good use of it."

Yun Jingheng's consciousness snapped back to reality.

He opened his eyes, drenched in sweat, his clothes clinging to his body, the sheen of his left and right legs slowly settling beneath his skin.

He looked down at his hands and tried to mobilize his Soul Power. The feeling of his level 70 Soul Power surging through his meridians was much more profound than when he was at the sixth ring.

He stood up, insisting that he was feeling unwell...

It looks like he's being watched by something.

The feeling of being watched was very light, like a very thin spider silk draped over the back of my neck, barely perceptible but definitely present.

His senses spread outwards, his level 70 Soul Power flowed quietly through his meridians, and his Divine Power spread out like a thin layer of mercury along the walls and the ground. The quiet room was empty, but the auras of the eight Titled Douluo outside the door were very clear.

But the feeling of being watched remained.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the four walls of the quiet room before finally settling on his right leg.

To be precise, it's the location of the Light Dragon King's Soul Bone on the right leg.

He looked down at his right knee, and the feeling of being watched gathered into a faint warmth half an inch above his knee, as if an eye was quietly observing him through the gaps in his bones.

"... Senior?" he asked tentatively.

The room was quiet for two breaths, then a very subtle fluctuation of consciousness rose from the knee.

Yun Jingheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The gaze then moved from the right leg to the left, paused for a moment at the location of the Dark Dragon King's Soul Bone, and then moved away.

It was as if two pairs of eyes had swept across his body, and after confirming that he was in good condition, they withdrew at the same time.

He looked down and touched his right knee, a slight smile playing on his lips. "... Alright, you two take your time and rest. Call me if you need anything."

As he pushed open the door and stepped out of the quiet room, all eight people looked at him simultaneously.

Seeing her baby come out, Ya Li quickly asked with concern, "How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No."

Yun Jingheng moved his knees, and felt a solid feedback from the bones of his left and right legs, like stepping on thick ground. "My legs feel a bit heavy, like something is pressing down on them, but I can move very smoothly."

"That's normal. Your body hasn't fully adapted to the amount of the two top-tier Soul Bone that have just been fused in. It will be fine in a week or two."

Zhuo Shi dusted off his trousers and gestured towards the end of the corridor with his chin, "Your dad's over there. He says he has something to tell you."

As Yun Jingheng walked down the corridor, the feeling of being watched resurfaced briefly, but this time it was very faint and dissipated by the time he reached the door, like dust settling back to the ground after a gust of wind.

He pushed open the door and saw Yun Ming sitting at the stone table, with a pot of tea and two cups in front of him.

Yun Ming glanced up at him, her gaze lingering on his legs for a moment longer. "Are you alright?"

"Fine."

Yun Jingheng walked over and sat down, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup. "Dad, it seems like there's still a trace of consciousness left in those two Soul Bone. They moved slightly in my leg just now, just once, and then they shrank back."

Yun Ming paused slightly in his teacup, then put it down and looked at his son. "... The residual consciousness in the Soul Bone? Are you sure it's not an abnormal reaction after the fusion?"

"No."

Yun Jingheng shook his head. "I could feel it. She was just looking at me, like to make sure I was alright, and then she left."

Yun Ming was silent for a moment, then picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said as he put it down, "The presence of residual consciousness means that the quality of that Soul Bone is higher than you and I imagined. Be careful and don't get led astray."

"Hmm." Yun Jingheng nodded, warmed his palms with the teacup in his hands, and then lowered his head to take a sip.