Spear Forged Dragon Spine, Mo Yuan Reborn!

Late at night, the clamor of Aolai City had been scattered by the sea breeze, leaving only the soft chirping of insects outside the window.

Faint snores came from Tang Wulin's room next door. The little fellow had been exhausted today, but he had also eaten his fill.

Na'er slept very quietly, like a little cat that had withdrawn every trace of its presence.

Tang Linyuan sat cross-legged on his small bed. Moonlight poured over him like mercury, casting his youthful yet stern face half in light and half in shadow.

"Whew..."

As the Dragon Swallowing Breathing Technique circulated, he slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the depths of his sea of consciousness.

If he had been an ordinary Soul Master, on the first night after fusing with a Soul Spirit, he would usually have been busy soothing the Soul Spirit's emotions or adapting to the burden on his body from the surge in Soul Power. But Tang Linyuan was different.

He possessed absolute control over his own sea of consciousness.

His sea of consciousness was a hazy, gray chaotic void. At its center, the two-meter-long Tyrant Profound Divine Spear floated silently.

It emitted no violent aura, yet merely existing there, it seemed to suppress countless ages. Even the turbulent currents of space around it did not dare draw near.

And coiled around the spear was a black shadow.

It was the thousand-year Soul Spirit he had subdued during the day.

"Come out." Tang Linyuan's consciousness took the form of a humanoid phantom. Standing before the spear, he spoke calmly.

The black shadow trembled, then slowly released the spear shaft. It swam over to Tang Linyuan and meekly lowered its head.

When he saw what the Soul Spirit looked like now, even Tang Linyuan, with all his knowledge and experience, could not help but show a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

At the Spirit Pagoda during the day, it had been a "Defective Black Water Demon Python" with only one eye, a broken tail, and foul-smelling black water flowing over its body.

Back then, it had been ugly, savage, and filled with venomous hatred for the world.

But now, it had changed.

Changed completely.

Its bloated, rotten snake body was gone. In its place was a slender, taut, perfect body, as though cast from black gold.

Its scales were no longer the rounded scales of a snake. They had become angular diamond-shaped plates, each one like a miniature spearhead.

Every scale fit tightly against the next, glinting with cold light, as if its entire body were made of countless daggers.

Its once-broken tail had regenerated, but it was no longer a fleshly tail. It had become a sharp bone spike shaped like a triangular military bayonet.

The most astonishing transformation was at its head.

That single eye still remained, but it was no longer murky. It had become a vertical pupil as deep as a Black Hole, surrounded by dark golden flames.

The fleshy lump atop its head, which had originally grown in an attempt to become a flood dragon, had vanished. In its place was a backward-extending horn, sharp as a spear blade.

"This is..."

Tang Linyuan reached out and gently stroked its icy scales.

What his fingertips felt was not the warmth of a living creature, but a texture close to metal.

A profound stream of information flowed through his fingertips and into his mind.

It turned out that, at the moment of fusion, the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear had found the Soul Spirit's bloodline far too mixed and filthy.

The so-called Black Water Demon Python bloodline? Trash. Removed.

That thin trace of Dark Demon Dragon bloodline? Inferior. Removed.

The resentment and toxins accumulated over a thousand years? Useless. Burned away.

The Tyrant Profound Divine Spear was like an exceptionally picky and domineering monarch. It had forcibly stripped away every "biological trait" from this Soul Spirit, leaving only its purest soul origin before reshaping its body with its own Spear Intent.

Now, it no longer belonged to any creature listed in the Soul Beast Illustrated Handbook.

It had abandoned every bloodline just to bear the power of the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear. It had become the Tyrant Spear Companion Spirit.

"To survive, to become stronger, you were actually willing to abandon your instincts as a 'beast' and become my 'weapon' completely?"

Tang Linyuan looked at the black creature before him, and his gaze softened slightly.

Though it had lost the possibility of becoming a Dragon, it had stepped onto a path no one had ever walked before.

It was now the "sheath" of the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear, as well as the spear's "spirit."

"Hiss—"

The black creature gently rubbed against Tang Linyuan's palm and let out a low cry.

The sound was no longer cold and sinister. Instead, it carried the texture of metal scraping together, revealing absolute submission and dependence upon its master.

It could sense that only by following the person before it would that spear refrain from crushing it.

"Since you've already been reborn, your old names no longer suit you."

Tang Linyuan floated cross-legged within his sea of consciousness, lightly tapping the spear-blade-like horn with his finger.

"You are black as ink from head to toe, born of the Tyrant Spear, and reborn on this silent night."

He pondered for a moment. The carefree spirit of wielding brush and ink in his previous life surfaced in his mind, along with the resolute decisiveness of a spear striking like a Dragon in this life.

"I'll call you—Xiao Mo."

It was a very simple name.

It lacked the edgy melodrama of names like "World Destroyer" or "Godslayer," but it carried an intimate warmth of Return to Simplicity.

"From now on, you are my Spear Spirit and my companion. When I wield my spear, you will be the rich ink splashed across heaven and earth."

"Hiss!!"

Upon hearing the name, the newborn Soul Spirit suddenly raised its head and released a piercing hiss.

Brilliant dark golden light erupted from its single eye, as though it were extremely pleased with the name.

Its body flashed and turned into a streak of black light, instantly winding around Tang Linyuan's arm like an exquisite black-gold armlet.

Their hearts were connected.

Tang Linyuan could clearly feel that with a single thought, Xiao Mo could instantly become the sharpest fang or indestructible armor.

"First Soul Skill, Tyrant Decision. That is a pure eruption of power."

"But your use goes far beyond that."

Tang Linyuan withdrew from his sea of consciousness.

In the real world, he opened his eyes.

The room remained dim. He raised his right hand, and with a thought—

There was no fluctuation of Soul Power, nor did he summon the spear.

Beneath the skin of his wrist, a faint black gleam circulated.

The next second, his index finger instantly turned pitch-black, and a one-inch dark golden blade extended from its tip.

It was formed from Xiao Mo's transformed scales.

Tang Linyuan lightly swiped it across the iron bedrail.

Sshk.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the hard iron rail silently split into two pieces, its cut as smooth as a mirror.

"Very sharp."

Tang Linyuan dismissed the black light with satisfaction.

This localized Armor Transformation, which could be used without summoning his Martial Soul, was a special ability Xiao Mo had gained after evolving.

It meant that even in his normal state, he possessed destructive power comparable to divine weapons.

"Sixteen levels of Soul Power, a thousand-year mutated Spear Spirit, plus the strength of a body tempered a hundred times."

Tang Linyuan closed his eyes again, a faint curve lifting at the corner of his lips.

For a six-year-old child, this hand could not have been any better.

But it was still not enough.

The moonlight was tranquil. As the boy planned for the future, he entered meditation once more.