Self Martial Spirit Fusion, Silver vs. Dark Gold

The morning mist dissipated...

"Na'er!"

"Na'er!"

The cries, laced with sobs, echoed through the small town's morning.

Tang Wulin sprinted along the street, shouting, searching for the little girl with silver hair and purple eyes.

He still clutched the silver-white scale pendant in his hand.

At the highest point of Binhai Avenue.

A pair of amethyst eyes shed tears, gazing down at the frantic boy below.

Na'er hugged the silver-eyed, purple-eyed doll in her arms.

It was the first thing her brother bought her with his first month's wages, that very night.

The doll's eyes were painted purple, and its hair had been dyed silver by hand.

"Brother, brother..." Na'er murmured repeatedly.

But her tears flowed like pearls from a broken string.

"Master, we should go," Di Tian said, waiting with a frown.

He was utterly perplexed as to what the Silver Dragon King's state meant.

Suddenly, Di Tian seemed to sense a gentle gaze, shining upon him like the morning sun.

He turned his head abruptly and quickly bowed, "Father."

It was naturally the Holy Dragon King, following behind the Dragon Emperor.

Long Zijin also stood at the edge of the high ground, glancing at the frantic, wailing Tang Wulin below, and sighed, "It really is... as I expected."

"The second hurdle, isn't it here already?"

As he turned, his eyes met a pair of amethyst irises.

Though tears still rimmed those amethyst eyes, their depths were now filled with indifference, as if in two seconds, the body had been replaced by an entirely different soul.

Long Zijin raised an eyebrow, a sense of familiarity washing over him: another case of split personality?

"What are you doing here?" Na'er's voice was cold and devoid of childishness.

His golden eyes flickered, and Long Zijin replied without reservation, "I feel you are very much like that one by the roadside back then, using separation to torment another 'A-Jin'."

"Last time, I couldn't stop it. This time, I want to make amends for my regret."

As he spoke, a cluster of jet-black crystals grew from his right palm; on his left wrist, a golden-red peony bloomed.

Seeing this Lovesick Heartbreak Red beast dare to offend his master's dragon might? Di Tian was about to reprimand him.

But Di Guangming reached out and stopped his foolish son, whispering a few words into his ear...

The next second, Di Tian's expression changed drastically, a look of shock replacing his understanding.

"Is it merely for a wisp of obsession from a past life?"

Na'er shook her head, "Isn't it better to keep my new body and life?"

She grabbed the air with her right hand, and a dazzling silver-white light extended from her hand, transforming into a spear radiating sharp light.

The spear was over three meters long, entirely silver-white. The shaft was two meters long, covered in fine hexagonal scales, and the one-meter tip was conical, with twelve bloodletting grooves.

This silver spear, shaped like a staff, with streams of multicolored light flowing through it, was the artifact wielded by the Silver Dragon King.

The Silver Dragon Spear!

Long Zijin replied calmly, "Pain in the body, regret in the soul."

"Life is certainly important, but regret often torments people more than death..."

He clapped his hands together, and the red-gold peony and the cluster of black crystals began to merge and intertwine.

Golden stamens twisted and spun, growing and forming a three-foot-long sword; the jet-black Crow-Absolute Stone outlined and rendered, adding a layer of ultimate protection to the golden blade.

Long Zijin held the flower stem, and in just two seconds, an ink-gold flower sword took shape in his hand.

Self Martial Soul Fusion...

Divine Grade Body Martial Soul: Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

Fusion.

Divine Grade Companion Martial Soul: Crow-Absolute Stone.

--Black-Gold Divine Sword!

At this moment, his golden eyes turned purple again, filled with sharpness.

And so, at this spot on the city's highest point.

Silver and black-gold met, shining in the morning light.

"Clang!"

The piercing sound was sharp, the spear tip colliding with the sword tip.

A seven-colored halo lit up on Na'er, purple phantom scales flowing across 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 corroded at the point of collision, along the spear and sword.

On the silver spear tip and the black-gold sword tip, the air was sucked dry into a vacuum, and even space was distorted.

The early sun slowly climbed the horizon, and time slowly passed.

Suddenly, Long Zijin clutched his forehead, the purple in his amethyst eyes gradually fading.

He gritted his teeth and sighed, "In the end, I suffered from not having my true body."

As soon as the words fell, blood spurted from the hand holding the sword, cracks appearing on his palm and the back of his hand, extending upwards along his wrist.

This body was not the Sub-Dragon Progenitor's original form after all. Half of his arm began to collapse internally under the ravages of the power of destruction.

But the Silver Dragon King was the complete Silver Dragon King, her dragon soul and dragon body both present.

A hint of disdain flashed in Na'er's amethyst eyes, and she let out a heavy "hmph," saying, "Without your true body, you dare to challenge me?"

"Three years ago, you took advantage of my weakness. Now, I'll take advantage of you once!"

The Silver Dragon Spear, amplified by the seven attributes, transformed into a streak of brilliant white and colorful light.

The Black-Gold Divine Sword, having lost the enhancement of the power of destruction, was on the verge of collapsing and disintegrating.

Just as Long Zijin was about to sever his own arm...

"Na'er!"

"Na'er!"

Cries drifted up from below.

The colorful silver radiance on Na'er's body flickered, and she froze in place. A different emotion began to awaken in her amethyst eyes.

For a moment, she too clutched her forehead, her voice becoming childish, as if responding to the calls from below.

"Brother... Brother."

At this moment, Long Zijin, who was exhausted, quickly withdrew his sword and retreated.

He stood at the edge of the high ground, turning back and saying fiercely, "When my Flower Immortal Body is fully developed, I will repay today's spear attack!"

With that, he leaped downwards, his golden eyes disappearing at the edge of the ground.

Di Guangming followed, transforming into a white-gold streak of light.

Di Tian bowed slightly and murmured, "Farewell, My Emperor, Father King."

Clearly, the Holy Dragon King, under instruction, had revealed the true identity of the Dragon Emperor to his son.

And Di Tian, as the former Little Dragon King of the Divine Dragon Realm, had naturally visited the Dragon Emperor Palace to pay homage, so he could not help but show respect to this Emperor who was as famous as his teacher.

"Na'er!"

Just as Tang Wulin ran away in a daze, drawing frowning glances from early risers, a young man carrying a bouquet of Amethyst Crimson Flowers descended from the sky and grabbed Tang Wulin by the back of his collar.

"Let's go! Back."

Even though Tang Wulin possessed immense strength when agitated, Long Zijin still lifted him back with one hand.

The scene was like a parent dragging a disobedient child home.

The onlookers nearby and far away, even Tang Wulin's classmates from the same courtyard and class, watched this scene with a sense of bewilderment.

Tang Wulin still wanted to struggle, but upon seeing the person dragging him, a sliver of reason returned, and he asked, "Bro, Brother Long? What are you doing?"

Long Zijin felt uncomfortable internally, making it impossible for him to speak. Thus, he simply glared downwards with his golden eyes.

Tang Wulin, who had been trying to break free, immediately wilted under the glare. Seeing the blood flowing from the back of the other party's hand, he could only be dragged back in a dazed state, handed over to Tang Ziran and Lang Yue, who had caught up.

Listening to the young couple's comforting words to their son, and Tang Wulin's sobs, Long Zijin turned his head and looked up at the highest point of the coastal avenue.

A pair of golden eyes flashed with a sharp, imposing light in the early morning sun.

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