Deep in Shen Nanxun's Sea of Consciousness.
The nine-colored orb of light, dormant for so many years, finally stirred.
It gradually changed shape, becoming the slender figure of a young man. Nine-colored hair fell to his waist, and his dragon eyes were clear and gentle. He stood in Shen Nanxun's Sea of Consciousness, looking across the void at the two dragon souls that had just burst out of the spring.
The Dragon Prince raised a hand and pointed across the void at the brows of the two dragon souls.
The raging dragon souls abruptly fell silent.
The flames surrounding the Fire Dragon King subsided, and the Water Dragon King's chill eased. They stopped roaring. Their twisted souls, tormented for ten thousand years, slowly took shape within the embrace of the nine-colored light.
As the light faded, two women stood above the spring. The one on the left wore a crimson gown, her long hair like fire, her beauty bright and fiery. She was Xiao Huo. The one on the right wore an icy-blue gown, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall. She was as cool and delicate as a porcelain doll. She was Xiao Shui.
Xiao Shui lowered her head and looked at her newly transformed hands, then raised it to face Shen Nanxun. Her lips moved, and her voice came out hoarse. "Your Highness?"
The Dragon Prince looked at her across the void and fell silent for a moment. "It's me."
His voice passed through Shen Nanxun's body and carried out into the world beyond.
The Plant-type Soul Beasts nearby finally came to their senses. The young man in purple robes at their head stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Young friend, this place is..."
He didn't get to finish. Xiao Huo turned her head and gave him a