The morning mist dispersed...
"Na'er!"
"Na'er!"
His cries, choked with tears, rang through the small city in the morning.
Tang Wulin ran wildly along the street, shouting as he searched for the little girl with silver hair and Amethyst Pupils.
He still tightly clutched that silver-white reverse-scale pendant in his hand.
At the highest point of Coastal Avenue.
A pair of Amethyst Pupils shed tears as they watched the frantic older boy below.
Na'er hugged the silver-haired, purple-eyed doll in her arms.
He had bought it for her that very night after earning his first month's wages.
The doll's eyes were painted purple, while its hair had been hand-dyed silver.
"Brother, Brother..." Na'er kept murmuring.
But her tears fell like pearls from a snapped string.
"My Lord, it is time for us to leave." Di Tian waited at the side with a frown.
He truly could not understand what the Silver Dragon King's current state meant.
Suddenly, Di Tian seemed to sense a gentle gaze shining upon him, as warm as the morning sun.
He abruptly turned around and hurriedly bowed. "Father King."
Naturally, it was the Holy Dragon King following behind the Dragon Emperor.
Long Zijin stood at the edge of the high ground as well. He glanced at Tang Wulin, who was running and wailing below, then sighed. "Just as I expected..."
"The second hurdle has arrived already, hasn't it?"
The moment he turned his head, he met a pair of Amethyst Pupils.
Though tears still lingered at the corners of those Amethyst Pupils, the gaze within had turned utterly indifferent, as if this body had forcibly changed souls in the span of two seconds.
Long Zijin raised one eyebrow. A familiar sensation washed over him. Split personality again?
"What are you here for?" Na'er's voice was cold and clear, devoid of any childishness.
Golden Pupils swirling, Long Zijin replied without the slightest courtesy, "I think you're a lot like that roadside one from back then, using separation to torment the previous 'A-Jin.'"
"Last time, I failed to stop it. This time, I want to make up for that regret."
As he spoke, clusters of pitch-black crystal stones sprouted beneath his right palm, while a golden-red peony blossomed at his left wrist.
Seeing the Lovesick Heartbreak Red dare to offend her master's dragon might, Di Tian was just about to rebuke him.
But Di Guangming raised a hand to stop his foolish son and leaned over to whisper a few words into his ear...
The next second, Di Tian's expression changed drastically. He suddenly understood, yet his face was filled with shock.
"Just for a lingering obsession from a past life?"
Na'er shook her head. "Wouldn't it be better to preserve your new body and your life?"
She reached into the air with her right hand, and a blinding silver-white radiance extended within her grasp, transforming into a long spear brimming with sharp brilliance.
The spear was over three meters long, entirely silver-white. Its shaft measured two meters and was covered in dense hexagonal scales, while its one-meter spearhead was conical, with twelve blood grooves.
This silver-white spear, shaped like a staff and occasionally flowing with seven-colored light, was the divine weapon wielded by the Silver Dragon King.
Silver Dragon Spear!
Long Zijin answered calmly, "Pain remains in the body, and regret remains in the soul."
"Life is certainly important, but regret is often more torturous than death..."
He clapped his hands together. The red-gold peony and the cluster of black Crow-Absolute Stone began to merge and connect.
Golden stamens intertwined and spun, growing continuously as they formed a three-foot-long sword. The black Crow-Absolute Stone spread over it, adding an unbreakable protective layer to the golden blade.
Long Zijin gripped the flower stem. In no more than two seconds, an ink-gold flower sword had grown into shape in his hand.
Body Martial Soul Fusion... God Rank Body Martial Soul: Lovesick Heartbreak Red. Fusion. God Rank Innate Martial Soul: Crow-Absolute Stone. —Black-Gold Divine Sword!
At that moment, his Golden Pupils turned purple once more, and Long Zijin's eyes were filled with sharpness.
At the highest point of this small city.
Silver and black-gold shone brilliantly beneath the morning light.
Clang!
The sharp sound pierced the air as spear tip and sword tip collided.
A seven-colored halo lit up around Na'er, while illusory purple scales flowed over Long Zijin's body.
The seven attributes of earth, water, wind, fire, light, darkness, and space, along with the power of destruction, continuously intertwined and eroded each other at the point of impact along the spear and sword.
The air around the silver spear tip and black-gold sword tip was forced out into a vacuum. Even space itself twisted.
The rising sun slowly climbed over the horizon, and time gradually passed.
Suddenly, Long Zijin covered his forehead as the purple in his Purple-Gold Eyes gradually faded.
Clenching his teeth, he sighed to himself. "In the end, I suffered from not having my original body."
The moment his words fell, blood burst from the hand holding the sword. Cracks appeared across his palm and the back of his hand, spreading continuously upward from his wrist.
This body was ultimately not the Sub-Dragon Progenitor's original body. Under the ravaging power of destruction, half of his arm began to collapse internally.
But the Silver Dragon King was a complete Silver Dragon King, with both dragon soul and dragon body intact.
Contempt flashed through Na'er's Amethyst Pupils. She snorted heavily. "Without your original body, you still dare to challenge me?"
"Three years ago, you took advantage of my weakness. Now it's my turn to take advantage of yours!"
Empowered by the seven attributes, the Silver Dragon Spear transformed into a dazzling streak of white rainbow light.
Without the support of the power of destruction, the Black-Gold Divine Sword was about to collapse and disintegrate.
Just as Long Zijin was preparing to sever his own arm...
"Na'er!"
"Na'er!"
Faint, tearful cries drifted upward.
The colorful silver radiance around Na'er froze, and her entire body stiffened in place. A different emotion began to awaken in her Amethyst Pupils.
For a moment, she covered her forehead as well. In a childish voice, she seemed to respond to the calls below.
"Brother... Brother."
By then, Long Zijin had already exhausted his strength. He quickly withdrew his sword and retreated.
Standing at the edge of the high ground beneath his feet, he turned back and snarled, "Once my Flower Immortal Body fully develops, I will definitely repay today's spear strike!"
With that, he immediately dove downward, his Golden Pupils vanishing beyond the edge of the ground.
Di Guangming transformed into a streak of platinum light and followed.
Di Tian bowed slightly and softly recited, "Farewell, my Emperor. Father King."
Clearly, under the Holy Dragon King's instruction, he had already revealed the Dragon Emperor's true identity to his son.
And as the former little Dragon King of the Divine Dragon Realm, Di Tian had naturally visited the Dragon Emperor Palace to pay his respects. There was no way he would fail to revere an Emperor spoken of in the same breath as his teacher.
"Na'er!"
Just as Tang Wulin ran about like a man who had lost his soul, drawing frowns from early-rising pedestrians.
A young man descended from the sky carrying a bouquet of Amethyst Crimson Flowers and grabbed Tang Wulin by the back of his collar.
"Come on! Go back."
Even though Tang Wulin, overwhelmed by emotion, possessed the strength of a thousand jin, Long Zijin still dragged him back with one hand.
The scene looked exactly like a parent dragging an unruly child home.
The crowds watching from near and far, even Tang Wulin's classmates and fellow residents, were all somewhat baffled by the sight.
Tang Wulin still tried to struggle, but when he saw who was dragging him away, a sliver of reason returned. He asked, "L-Long... Brother Long? What are you doing?"
The pain inside Long Zijin's body made him unable to answer, so he simply glared downward with his Golden Pupils.
Tang Wulin, who had still wanted to break free, immediately wilted under that glare. Seeing the blood streaming over the back of Long Zijin's hand, he could only be dragged back in a daze and handed over to Tang Ziran and Lang Yue, who had caught up.
Listening to the young couple comfort their son, along with Tang Wulin's sobbing, Long Zijin turned back and looked up at the highest point of Coastal Avenue.
Beneath the morning light, a pair of Golden Pupils flashed with piercing sharpness.
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