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The lake water parted on its own, its immense pressure blocked by an invisible force.

They descended to an unknown depth. All light vanished, and they sank into absolute darkness and deathly silence.

Yet an even more ancient, purer, but distinctly weakened and fractured vast dragon's might gradually became clear, like the heartbeat of a slumbering giant god, weighing heavily on Ling Han's heart.

At last, they reached the bottom of the lake.

Before them was not darkness, but a strange space shrouded in soft silvery-white light.

At the center of the space floated a gigantic silver cocoon formed from the purest life energy.

The cocoon's surface was covered in dense, web-like cracks. Strands of silver-violet energy slowly seeped from them, carrying a heartbreaking sense of decay.

Within the cocoon, a slender figure of otherworldly perfection lay curled up in silence.

Her silver-violet hair flowed like a galaxy. Her peerlessly beautiful face was so pale it seemed almost translucent, and long lashes covered her tightly shut eyes. A glaring trace of pale golden blood remained at the corner of her lips.

Even through the cocoon, he could sense the unimaginably severe injuries within her body, like shattered stars.

The Silver Dragon King—Gu Yuena!

Around the cocoon stood several figures radiating monstrous ferocity, like loyal guards:

500,000-year Fierce Beast Bi Ji: Her true form was the Jade Swan. Elegant and noble, she was surrounded by Life Green Light so dense it seemed impossible to dissolve.

200,000-year Fierce Beast Zi Ji: Her true form was the Hell Demon Dragon King. With purple hair and violet eyes, deadly danger hid beneath her alluring, seductive body. Her violet eyes, like those of a venomous snake, locked tightly onto Ling Han, filled with undisguised vigilance and hostility.

400,000-year Fierce Beast Xiong Jun: His true form was the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear. His mountain-like body was covered in dark golden fur, while enormous dark golden claws that seemed capable of tearing apart space glinted coldly. A low, threatening growl came from his throat, and his savage gaze stabbed at Ling Han like tangible blades.

500,000-year Fierce Beast Ten Thousand Demon King: His true form was the Demon Eye Demonic Tree. Its form was withered and strange, with hundreds of eerie eyes densely opened across its massive trunk. Each eye radiated terrifying pressure that twisted the mind and peered into the soul, silently enveloping Ling Han.

280,000-year Fierce Beast Chi Wang: His true form was the Three-headed Crimson Demon Mastiff. Its three ferocious heads hung low, and six eyes burning like Hellfire stared fixedly at the intruder. Its fangs were bared as scorching, violent energy filled the air.

The auras of these Fierce Beasts standing at the pinnacle of soul beasts intertwined, forming a terrifying force field that could suffocate any Titled Douluo!

Every gaze focused on Ling Han like an icy probe, and on the faintly visible Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Phantom behind him!

They were filled with scrutiny, hostility, wariness, and... a tremor from the depths of their bloodlines that even they themselves could not understand!

The entire space was terrifyingly silent.

Only the faint yet rhythmic breath within the cocoon rose and fell, along with the heavy, suppressed auras of the surrounding Fierce Beasts, as though they were paying homage.

Ling Han felt as though he stood within a hall built from Ten-thousand-year Mystic Ice and boiling magma. The terrifying pressure and scrutiny surging at him from every direction were like invisible millstones grinding against his nerves.

The Life Green Light flowing around Bi Ji carried compassion, but it also contained unfathomable power.

Zi Ji's violet eyes were like poisoned daggers, coldly slicing through his senses.

Xiong Jun's low roar rolled through his chest like muffled thunder. His dark golden claws flexed slightly, and even space let out a groan of unbearable strain.

The hundreds of eerie eyes on Ten Thousand Demon King's trunk turned soundlessly. The twisted mental force field was like countless cold, slimy hands trying to reach into his sea of consciousness.

The six eyes of Chi Wang's three heads burned with Hellfire, and its scorching, violent aura nearly set him ablaze.

At the center of this terrifying force field, enough to make even a Super Douluo collapse instantly,

Ling Han's body tensed slightly. The Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Phantom behind him roared soundlessly, releasing an even more condensed and profound icy-blue dragon's might as it stubbornly resisted the dreadful oppression coming from all directions.

His face had turned slightly pale, and fine beads of sweat formed at his temples, but his gaze remained exceptionally resolute, without the slightest hint of retreat.

Just then—

A crack silently opened in the cocoon. Yet what appeared first was not a human form, but a terrifying sight that froze Ling Han's soul in an instant!

Through the gap in the cocoon, Ling Han saw it!

It was an unimaginably enormous silver dragon body!

Its scales seemed carved from the purest moonlight crystal, flowing with starlike radiance and containing indescribable nobility and power.

Yet across that flawless dragon body, a massive wound that nearly pierced through half its body viciously tore apart that perfection!

The edges of the wound were not bloody and mangled. Instead, they showed strange, glass-like shattered fissures, as though space itself had been forcibly ripped apart!

Deep within those cracks was not bright red flesh, but surging dark red and dark purple energy interwoven together, radiating slaughter, cold judgment, and destruction!

Like maggots clinging to bone, this energy continuously eroded the surrounding silver dragon scales and flesh. He could even faintly hear the tiny wails of what was being worn away!

Strands of pale golden God Blood drifted slowly from that horrifying wound like shattered golden sand, evaporating and carrying away her vast life essence!

Asura Demon Sword!!!

A name exploded through Ling Han's mind like thunder!

As a transmigrator, he instantly recognized the unique, terrifying aura lingering in that wound!

That utterly cold power of slaughter and judgment, that domineering edge capable of tearing space apart and severing all things—what else could it be but the Divine Artifact wielded by the God Realm's law enforcer, the Asura God?!

Ding! Residual god-level law energy detected: Asura God Power (highly compatible with the host's knowledge)! Warning: Extremely dangerous!

The system notification was like an icy confirmation, making Ling Han's heart nearly stop beating!

He had never imagined that Gu Yuena's injuries would be this severe, nor that they had come directly from the Asura God's fatal strike! The terror of those injuries far surpassed anything he had imagined!

Then silver light flowed, and that immense, scarred dragon body rapidly faded and contracted.

As the light dispersed, a figure stepped gracefully out.

Her silver-violet hair flowed like a river of stars, falling naturally around her.

Her peerlessly beautiful face carried a trace of sickly pallor, but her silver eyes, as deep as the boundless galaxy and as wise as though they perceived eternity, held an inviolable majesty.

Her slender, perfect figure stood straight as a pine, as if the horrifying wound from moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

Yet the heavy, oppressive aura around her, like shattered stars, and the faint pain between her brows that she could not conceal, born from the depths of her soul—the agony caused by the erosion of Asura God Power—

Silently spoke of the existence of that terrifying injury. She was like a female war goddess returned bathed in blood, carrying shattered glory and an unyielding will.