Fusion!

"Very well, I trust you!"

These four simple words felt as heavy as a thousand jun, echoing for a long time in the chaotic void of the Forbidden God Land.

Upon hearing Ling Xuqing's reply, a look of extreme complexity seemed to flash across the Dragon God's face, which was shrouded in divine light.

But soon, that expression was replaced by a sense of determination and fanaticism.

"Good! Since you have made up your mind, prepare to welcome your rebirth! This process will be excruciating, but you must hold fast to your soul's origin; you must not lose yourself in the slightest!"

The Dragon God's voice rose sharply, sounding like a divine thunderclap from the nine heavens.

As his words fell, the entire Forbidden God Land instantly boiled over!

"Roar—!!!"

A terrifying dragon roar, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, erupted suddenly from the massive, peerless dark-gold dragon body beneath Ling Xuqing.

This roar contained endless grief, indignation, and a determination to perish together with the enemy.

Immediately following this, to Ling Xuqing's horror, the mountain-like body of the Golden Dragon King began to tremble violently.

"Boom!"

Blinding golden divine light erupted from the dark-gold scales.

The radiance was so intense that it overwhelmed all the chaotic laws in the Forbidden God Land, illuminating the entire chaotic space as bright as day.

"Golden Dragon King origin, sacrifice!"

The Dragon God formed an ancient and mysterious seal with his hands and slammed it into the void.

In an instant, the Golden Dragon King's massive body began to disintegrate and dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was no spray of blood or severed limbs; the body that had carried all of the Dragon God's power and vitality transformed into a vast, boundless sea of dark-gold light!

This sea of light contained terrifying blood-energy capable of destroying heaven and earth, along with the purest essence of the dragon race.

"Go!"

The Dragon God shouted, and the sea of dark-gold light instantly transformed into a roaring golden dragon, carrying a terrifying pressure capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, as it charged straight toward Ling Xuqing.

"Ah—!!!"

The moment the golden dragon crashed into Ling Xuqing's body, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Pain!

An indescribable, agonizing pain!

Ling Xuqing felt as if his body had been thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace of Taishang Laojun; every inch of his skin, every bone, and every blood vessel was being crazily torn, crushed, and reorganized by that violent dark-gold energy!

His blood was boiling, his bones were breaking and regenerating, and even his soul felt as if it were being roasted on a raging fire.

"Hold onto your consciousness! Merge with your bloodline!" The Dragon God's voice rang out urgently in Ling Xuqing's mind.

Ling Xuqing gritted his teeth hard, his eyes turning blood-red from the pressure.

Amidst the endless agony, he desperately protected that sliver of clarity in his mind.

He thought of his parents on Blue Star, the lamp they had left burning for him, and the obsession that he had to return!

This obsession became the most resilient anchor point in his soul.

At the same time, the Dragon God was not idle.

He burned the last of his remaining soul power, forcibly mobilizing the chaotic laws of the Forbidden God Land to form layer upon layer of barriers, completely sealing off the space where Ling Xuqing was located.

Not only that, but he also drew upon the origin power of the Ascending Dragon Pillar and the weapon spirit of the Golden Dragon Spear from the depths of the Forbidden God Land.

"With your flesh and blood as the foundation, merge with my origin, and reshape your true body!"

Following the Dragon God's final chant, Ling Xuqing's adult body, in his twenties, began to shrink rapidly under the shroud of the dark-gold sea of light.

His bones became crystal clear amidst the cracking sounds, and his muscles became flawless through the cycle of tearing and healing.

The characteristics of an adult faded away, replaced by the body of a six-year-old child, full of infinite vitality and potential.

The Golden Dragon King's origin bloodline was branded deep into his bone marrow.

The phantom of the external spirit bone, Dragon Wings, flashed behind his back before finally merging into his shoulder blades.

A pair of dark-gold dragon claw phantoms condensed on his hands before hiding within his palms.

An origin spirit ring radiating a sacred aura circled his feet once before transforming into a golden pattern, hiding within his body.

As for the Golden Dragon Spear, which had once shaken the God Realm, it was tempered by the divine light and transformed into a more ancient and domineering spear phantom, merging into his martial soul origin—the Golden Overlord Spear was born!

He did not know how much time had passed; perhaps it was an instant, perhaps ten thousand years.

When the last trace of dark-gold light fully merged into Ling Xuqing's body, the deafening pain finally receded like a tide.

Ling Xuqing's body hovered in mid-air.

By now, he had transformed into a boy of about six years old.

He had brilliant dark-gold short hair, skin as fair as jade, and facial features so exquisite they seemed like a masterpiece of heaven and earth.

His eyes were closed, his breathing long and steady, and his entire being radiated an indescribable vitality and a restrained, terrifying pressure.

He had been reborn.

The Dragon God hovered quietly in front of Ling Xuqing, watching this brand-new life.

At this moment, the Dragon God was weak to the extreme.

His figure had become incredibly illusory, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

To complete this unprecedented sacrifice and reshaping, he had exhausted the very last sliver of power in his remnant soul.

"Little one... the road ahead is for you to walk alone."

The Dragon God's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum.

He slowly raised his nearly transparent hand and tapped Ling Xuqing gently on the forehead.

"Go, go to Douluo Continent, awaken your martial soul, and become the master of this world..."

As the Dragon God's words fell, the space in front of Ling Xuqing suddenly rippled like water.

A space channel radiating a soft white light quietly formed.

Ling Xuqing's small body, as if caught in a deep sleep, was lifted by a gentle force and drifted slowly into the white light channel.

The channel closed, and the Forbidden God Land returned to a deathly silence.

The Dragon God hovered quietly in place, his gaze lingering for a long time on the direction where Ling Xuqing had disappeared.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly turned his head and cast his gaze toward the other end of the Forbidden God Land—the direction of the Douluo God Realm.

On his previously weak and sorrowful face, a strange, almost fanatical smile suddenly appeared.

That smile contained relief, mockery, and the pleasure of revenge that had been endured for ten thousand years.

"Asura God..."

The Dragon God's voice, so faint it was almost inaudible, echoed eerily in the empty Forbidden God Land, like a whisper from the nine nether hells.

"I hope you like the gift I have prepared for you!"

The moment the words fell, the pair of brilliant golden dragon horns atop his head erupted with one final, blinding radiance.

"Hum—"

Accompanied by an extremely faint humming sound, the Dragon God's already illusory remnant soul disintegrated inch by inch within the golden light, finally turning into dots of golden light rain and dissipating completely into the endless chaotic laws of the Forbidden God Land.

He left no trace behind, as if he had never existed at all.

The Forbidden God Land fell once again into eternal chaos and dead silence.