Huo Yuhao looked at the dragon soul suspended in midair, radiating an ancient pressure.
Any other Soul Master from the outside world would probably have dropped to their knees and kowtowed in gratitude on the spot upon hearing such terms.
Even he coveted that supreme godhood and the essence of time.
But he knew his own situation very well.
Not only did he bear the title of Child of Nature, bound to the Douluo Plane's native consciousness, but deep within his Sea of Spirit also sat the inheritance marks personally engraved by two reigning God Kings.
Life and destruction.
These two laws were already exceedingly domineering. If he forcibly added a Dragon King's godhead representing the great Dao of time...
Heaven only knew whether the collision of these three utterly different supreme powers inside him would tear his meridians and Sea of Spirit to shreds.
To avoid such an uncontrollable accident, he decided to lay his cards on the table.
With a slight stir of his thoughts, the three-colored soul core deep within his dantian spun faster. A stream of pure soul power surged upward through his meridians, straight into his mind.
Huo Yuhao split off a strand of Mental Telekinesis and sent it hurtling toward the hidden node deep within his forehead.
A faint halo appeared between his brows.
An incredibly intricate mark quietly lit up.
The mark divided down the middle, its left half glowing a deep, shadowy purple, while its right half shone a luminous green brimming with vitality.
Destruction and rebirth, two diametrically opposed auras of law, intertwined in perfect balance.
The purple and green light pierced the space-time membrane and rippled through this mental space.
The enormous phantom paused in midair.
Dialga had been waiting for Huo Yuhao to bow his head and accept the