Self Martial Soul Fusion Skill--Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation

In the real world.

Mu En's hand froze in mid-air.

Those deep, ocean-like eyes reflected a sight he had never witnessed in over a hundred years of life:

The two giant dragon phantoms behind Mu Tianyi suddenly roared toward the sky in unison!

The dragon roars shook the entire Sea God Pavilion, causing the window lattices to hum and the ancient books on the shelves to flutter open.

The Bright Sacred Dragon opened its pale golden maw and swallowed the floating Golden Dragon Core in one gulp.

The Dark Sacred Dragon followed suit, its ink-black maw opening to devour the Hell Demon Dragon Bone along with its dark purple radiance.

The two supreme treasures were swallowed by the two dragon phantoms.

Then...

The aura surrounding Mu Tianyi changed abruptly.

Two streams of air, one black and one white, surged from his body, circling, intertwining, and chasing each other like two spirit snakes.

At first, they were somewhat chaotic, like two armies clashing, neither willing to yield.

But soon, they found a marvelous rhythm.

The black and white currents began to merge and rotate, gradually forming a complete circle.

A Yin-Yang pattern.

Half black and half white, tail chasing head.

It rotated slowly behind Mu Tianyi, exuding an arcane and ancient aura.

Mu En held his breath.

And Mu Tianyi himself was undergoing a metamorphosis.

First was his physique.

His originally thin, eight-year-old body seemed to be stretched and filled out by an invisible force; his bones cracked, and muscle lines emerged one by one across his arms, shoulders, back, and abdomen.

Slender and sturdy, yet not exaggerated.

His height, originally just over a meter, was forcibly pulled up to over one meter seventy.

If Mu Tianyi had been a naive child a quarter of an hour ago, he now looked at least seventeen or eighteen years old.

Then came his hair.

His originally black, short hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was not a withered, sickly pale, but a pure, snow-like silver with the luster of jade.

Only a single lock of hair remained on his forehead, stubbornly holding onto its ink-black color, like the finishing touch in a freehand landscape painting.

Black and white intertwined, striking and unique.

Immediately after...

Swish!

A muffled sound like tearing silk rang out.

Mu Tianyi's clothes ripped open behind his back, and two dragon wings unfurled with a boom!

The left wing was ink-black, each bone-wing like a blade tempered in dark flames, its edges shimmering with a cold, deep purple light.

The right wing was pure white like snow, full and feathered, flowing with a warm golden halo, sacred and solemn.

One black and one white.

One dark and one bright.

Spread wide, the wings spanned over three meters.

On his body, the characteristics of the Bright Sacred Dragon and Dark Sacred Dragon were emerging one by one.

His right forearm was covered in pale golden dragon scales, his fingertips slightly curled into claws, sharp and elegant.

From his left shoulder to his chest, several pitch-black dragon scales flickered in and out of view, embedded in his skin like tattoos, emitting a mysterious, dim light.

Two small bumps slightly protruded from his forehead.

Mu En stood there blankly, his cane nearly slipping from his grasp.

He had lived for nearly two hundred years, seen countless geniuses and monsters, witnessed the breakthroughs of Titled Douluo with his own eyes, and seen the birth of countless prodigies.

But this scene before him—

An eight-year-old child had completed a self-contained martial soul fusion in front of him, physically reshaping his body and transforming from a child into a youth...

The old man opened his mouth, unable to find words for a long time.

The study was so quiet that only the sound of the dragon wings gently flapping and the humming of the slowly rotating Yin-Yang pattern remained.

Half an hour later.

"Roar!"

A deep, resonant dragon roar erupted from within Mu Tianyi.

Mu Tianyi opened his eyes.

Within his originally pure black pupils, a fine golden ring now floated in each, deep and bright, as if concealing a scorching sun.

He lowered his head to look at his hands.

His right hand was slender and well-defined, covered in pale golden dragon scales, while his left hand retained its normal skin tone, yet was faintly traced with dark patterns.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

Success!

Although he had kept his eyes closed for this past hour, he had seen everything that occurred in the depths of his consciousness with perfect clarity.

The moment the Bright Sacred Dragon and the Dark Sacred Dragon collided within his body, the two martial souls ceased to act independently; instead, like two rivers merging into the sea, they found a perfect equilibrium within him.

That Bright Dragon Core, after being swallowed by the Bright Sacred Dragon, did not vanish but instead sank deep into the depths of his spiritual sea.

Like a miniature sun, it continuously released a gentle and pure power of light.

As for the Right Leg Bone of the Hell Demon Dragon, it had been completely absorbed.

He could clearly feel that the bone density of his right leg had increased significantly, with a cold, chilling power lurking within, ready to be mobilized at any moment.

"Xuan Zu."

Mu Tianyi raised his head to look at Mu En, his voice a few shades deeper than before, carrying the magnetic quality unique to the transition from youth to adulthood.

Mu En leaned on his cane, his eyes filled with immense excitement.

"Tianyi, how do you feel?"

Mu En asked.

"I feel great!"

Mu Tianyi gathered his thoughts and stated concisely, "The Bright Dragon Core was swallowed by the Bright Sacred Dragon and is now submerged in my spiritual sea."

"The Right Leg Bone of the Hell Demon Dragon has been fully absorbed and has fused perfectly with my body without any rejection."

He paused, then added, "Furthermore, a certain balance has been struck between the two; the light suppresses the darkness, and the darkness feeds back into the light, forming a closed loop."

Mu En listened in silence for a moment.

Then, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Excellent." Mu En nodded, his voice slightly hoarse. "This old man has lived for hundreds of years and seen many geniuses, but one like you... this is a first."

He looked at Mu Tianyi, his gaze deep and distant.

It was as if, through this young man before him, he could see a figure standing at the pinnacle of the continent in some future day.

"Tianyi, your path only truly begins to unfold from this day forward."

Mu Tianyi nodded solemnly.

"By the way," Mu En set aside his sentimentality and spoke seriously, "what are the effects of your Self Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

Mu Tianyi closed his eyes, carefully sensing the state of the Twin Dragons fused within him.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his gaze piercing.

"A three-hundred percent increase in all attributes," he said calmly.

"At the same time, the damage bonus for both light and dark attributes is increased by two hundred percent individually, and I gain immunity to both of those elements."

Mu En's pupils trembled slightly.

A three-hundred percent increase in all attributes, plus a two-hundred percent damage bonus to light and dark attributes, along with elemental immunity...

This level of amplification far exceeded the scope of ordinary martial soul fusion skills.

"There's more," Mu Tianyi continued.

"There's more?" Mu En's voice rose by half an octave.

Mu Tianyi raised his right hand, the pale golden dragon scales glinting coldly in the sunlight; then he raised his left hand, where pitch-black patterns slithered across his skin like living creatures.

"In this state, I can simultaneously mobilize all the soul skills of both the Bright Sacred Dragon and the Dark Sacred Dragon without any conflict. And..."

He paused, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"I vaguely sense that in this form, I can also develop some... new soul skills unique to this fusion."

"It's just that I haven't figured them out yet; it will take time to explore."

Mu En took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Does this martial soul fusion skill have a name yet?"

Mu Tianyi shook his head.

"Then you should give it a name."

Mu Tianyi pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said:

"Then let's call it, Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation."