Red Fire Snake crawled up Zhong Shenxiu's trouser legs, moving as lightly as a fallen leaf. It crawled over his knees, crawled across his lower abdomen, and finally stopped on his chest. The whole snake coiled up into a ball, rested its head on his body, and closed his eyes.
Then it turned into a ray of light.
A crimson light burst out from the snake's body. It was not a violent, hot red, but a gentle, submissive red. The light did not spread, but condensed into a thin beam of light, which penetrated into Zhong Shenxiu's body from his chest.
Zhong Shenxiu's body shook slightly.
Deep inside the body, the sleeping Myriad Creation Dragon God origin seemed to have been touched by something.
It has always been there. From the day Zhong Shenxiu came to this world, it was dormant quietly in the deepest part of his body, like a sun sinking under the sea. Normally, it was not visible, and only made weak ripples when Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art was operating. But at this moment, when the original power of Red Fire Snake was integrated into his body, the sleeping sun moved.
It wasn't something Zhong Shenxiu took the initiative. It was instinct. It was the most natural response from the God of the Dragon Clan to the low-level dragons - when a little dragon offers everything it has, Dragon God bestows it with grace.
The origin of Myriad Creation Dragon God vibrated slightly, and an almost imperceptible ripple spread from deep within Zhong Shenxiu's body.
In the center of the ripples, a very thin, almost transparent golden silk thread was peeled off from the origin, like a spider silk blown by the wind, and fell lightly into the merging origin of Red Fire Snake.
Just a trace.
But for a Red Fire Snake with three hundred years of cultivation, this trace of Dragon God Origin is enough to change its entire life trajectory.
Zhong Shenxiu felt it. He closed his eyes and clearly "saw" the process of the golden thread integrating into the origin of Red Fire Snake. It was not the infusion of Soul Power, nor the transmission of energy, but a more essential thing - the gift of blood.
Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, golden threads spread out from the origin of Red Fire Snake, slowly and irreversibly seeping into every corner of it.
Zhong Shenxiu is not blocked.
He didn't even think about stopping it. Although this Red Fire Snake was just a tool he used to hide others, since he chose to be his Soul Spirit, he should get the rewards he deserved. Three Hundred Years is too weak, so weak that he can barely be his fourth Soul Ring. But with this Dragon God Origin, everything will be different.
The fusion continues. The original power of Red Fire Snake begins to transform under the catalysis of Dragon God Origin, not a quantitative change, but a qualitative change. Its bloodline is being purified, its foundation is being reshaped, and its future - from this moment on, it is no longer an ordinary three-hundred-year-old Red Fire Snake.
Zhong Shenxiu stabilized his mind, withdrew his attention from the depths of the origin, and continued to guide the condensation of the fourth Soul Ring. In the Dantian, the pale golden ring was rotating rapidly, and the energy of Red Fire Snake and the power of heaven and earth absorbed by Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art were pressed into it together, from virtual to real, from thin to thick, from blur to clear.
But this time, the color of the ring is no longer pure light gold. The red of Red Fire Snake and the gold of Dragon God Origin are intertwined, flowing on the surface of Soul Ring, like a red-hot iron ring plated with a layer of gold.
Zhong Shenxiu The golden halo around his body suddenly swelled, then quickly shrank, all pouring into his body.
In the Dantian, four Soul Rings were floating quietly. The first three were deep purple, and the unique heavy pressure of Thousand-Year Soul Ring circulated on their surfaces. The fourth one was on the outermost periphery, although it was yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring, but it had a burning blush flowing through it.
He opened his eyes, and his pale golden vertical pupils lit up in the sunlight for a moment.
The breakthrough was completed. Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. But the real change was not in him, but in his Soul Spirit.
Zhong Shenxiu raised his right hand and waved lightly.
Two rays of light emerged from his palm, one deep purple, and the other crimson gold.
The purple light fell on the ground in front of him and quickly condensed into a huge figure. Earth Dragon.
The 7600-year-old Earth Dragon is larger than when Zhong Shenxiu saw it before at Dragon Fighting Plane. Its whole body is covered with thick khaki scales, and each scale seems to have been carefully polished. The overturned rocks glowed with a dull luster in the sunlight. The four thick legs were like four stone pillars, and the claws pressed deep marks into the soil. Its head was hung low, and its two amber eyes were half-open and half-closed. It looked lazy, like an old dragon that had just crawled out of the quagmire.
But it is very strong. Seven thousand six hundred years of cultivation is only one step away from ten thousand years. This step may take decades or even hundreds of years on the evolutionary path of ordinary Soul Spirit, but for Earth Dragon, this time will be infinitely compressed.
Zhong Shenxiu is getting stronger too fast, and Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art's temperature and maintenance efficiency is so high that Earth Dragon is getting stronger almost every moment. Its scales are thicker than last month, and the curves of its claws are sharper. Even its lazy amber eyes will occasionally flash with a heart-stopping golden light when they are opened.
Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit.
It's already standing on the threshold. It's just one step away.
The red-gold light fell next to Earth Dragon. It did not condense into a specific form, but was a ball of light cocoon suspended in mid-air. The cocoon was not big, about the size of two fists, and its entire body was red-gold, with fine lines flowing on the surface - those lines were like some ancient language, and like the veins of blood vessels, flowing slowly on the surface of the light cocoon, flickering on and off.
Something is moving inside the light cocoon. It's very slow, very light, but it's really moving. Every time it pulses, the lines on the surface of the light cocoon will light up, then darken, light up again, and darken again, like a beating heart.
Zhong Shenxiu just glanced at it and continued to practice.
A month passed in a hurry.
The holidays come and go in a hurry. The leaves in the mountains and forests begin to sprout buds, the morning fog is a little thicker than a month ago, and the air begins to have the coolness of the approaching autumn.
But there is no desolate atmosphere in this forest clearing.
The ground is boiling hot.
Within a radius of tens of feet, the soil was repeatedly burned into dark red hard lumps, dead trees had long been reduced to ashes, and even the once smooth and shiny rock surface was covered with spiderweb-like cracks. The air was twisted, like invisible flames steaming on the ground.
In the center of the open space, Badi Holy Dragon stood there. He was not wearing the red battle armor with gold rims, but just a dark suit, but his scorching aura was more intense than any armor. His short red hair moved without wind, like a real flame burning. The air within three feet of him was slightly distorted, and the soil under his feet made a subtle cracking sound due to the high temperature.
Opposite him, there was no one.
Badi Holy Dragon's eyes calmly swept across the open space in front of him, his red pupils reflected the shadows of the trees and the sunlight. He did not rush to take action, but just stood there with his right fist slightly clenched.
Punch out.