Dragon God Transformation Descends, Bloody Battle Ends in Reunion

The seventh underground level of the Spirit Pagoda had long become a shattered battlefield.

The heavy rock walls had collapsed layer by layer. Rubble and smoke filled every inch of space. The barrels of the Break-God Soul Guidance Cannons had twisted out of shape, while ten Imperial Guard Douluos lay fallen on the ground, their armor shattered and Soul Rings dimmed, no longer capable of fighting. The cold air was thick with the scorched stench of exploded soul power, the scent of blood, and the terrifying pressure descending from the top of the pagoda, enough to crush all living beings.

The Spirit Pagoda Master stood in midair, his golden robes fluttering without wind. In his indifferent eyes, only greedy determination to claim the Golden Dragon King's bloodline remained. His soul power, deep and vast as an abyssal sea, slowly condensed into a massive golden claw spanning several zhang. Its talons glinted with a cold light capable of tearing space apart, firmly locking onto Tang Wulin as though a single squeeze would crush him, bones and blood alike.

Tang Wulin braced himself against the wall and slowly straightened.

His entire body was covered in wounds, his golden blood essence nearly exhausted. Every breath brought tearing pain, and his legs shook violently as if he could collapse at any moment. Yet his back remained ramrod straight, his gaze fixed upon that supreme figure ahead without the slightest hint of retreat.

Behind him were his parents in the secret prison, weeping, trembling, yet filled with concern for him.

Tang Ziran covered his mouth, his clouded eyes full of despair and self-blame. He hated his own weakness, hated that he could not shoulder even a fraction of his son's burden. Lang Yue had already wept herself hoarse, stretching out her thin, withered hand in an attempt to touch that blood-soaked figure, only to watch helplessly through the cold air as he faced death alone.

Not far to the side, Gu Yue knelt on the ground, her black hair scattered messily across the floor, stained with dust and blood. Her violet eyes were half-closed, her breathing so faint it was nearly imperceptible. Her soul power had been completely drained, and her spiritual soul had suffered grievous damage from forcibly wielding spatial power. Even remaining conscious was immensely difficult. Yet she still struggled to stretch out a hand toward Tang Wulin, her fingertips trembling. That was the support and concern she insisted on giving him with her final trace of strength.

"Wulin..."

Her soft call drifted through the air, weak yet clear.

Tang Wulin's heart clenched hard.

He could not fall.

Absolutely not.

The tragedy of his previous life remained vivid before his eyes. His parents' blood and despair were still carved into the depths of his soul. He had waited so long for this chance to reunite with them in this life, had fought so hard to reach them. How could he be completely crushed here by the enemy before him?

"I'll say it one more time—"

Tang Wulin raised his head. Defiant flames burned in his golden eyes, and though his voice was hoarse, it was as firm as iron.

"No one will ever separate us again!"

The Spirit Pagoda Master sneered, his tone filled with lofty contempt. "Stubborn fool. Since you insist on seeking death, I will personally shatter every one of your obsessions."

The instant his words fell.

That massive golden claw, vast enough to blot out the sky, came crashing down with the force to shatter heaven and earth!

Space twisted, collapsed, and cracked violently. The terrifying force locked down Tang Wulin completely. Gale winds howled as they tore at his body, and pain swept through him like a tide, leaving him without even the strength to raise a hand in defense.

There was nowhere to evade and no way to block it.

Just as the giant claw was about to descend upon his head—

A faint yet incomparably warm violet glow gently touched the back of his hand, like a spark setting the plains ablaze.

Tang Wulin's eyes snapped open.

He saw that Gu Yue, who had struggled even to move, had somehow raised her head.

Her black hair fluttered softly amid the dust and smoke. On her pale, nearly translucent face, her violet eyes shone once more with dazzling determination. That was not ordinary soul power, but a fated resonance born from the depths of their souls, one that had never broken even across millions of years. It was the innate, inseparable bond between the Silver Dragon King and the Golden Dragon King.

"Wulin."

She called to him softly, her voice gentle yet carrying the power to shake heaven and earth.

"Give me your hand."

Those four words exploded in Tang Wulin's mind like thunder.

A distant, sacred memory instantly broke through layer after layer of obstruction and surfaced with perfect clarity.

The Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King had originally been one, born from the same source and existing together, their destinies intertwined.

When their souls merged and their hands clasped, they could invoke the world's most forbidden and most powerful force—

Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Dragon God Transformation.

Tang Wulin did not hesitate for even an instant. Gathering every last shred of strength, he spun around and tightly grasped Gu Yue's bloodstained hand.

Their fingers interlocked, their palms pressed together.

In that instant—

Bzzzzzzzz!!!

An indescribably terrifying aura erupted from the two of them!

Brilliant gold and sacred violet light shot into the sky, tearing through the smoke and illuminating the entirety of the dark seventh underground level like two newborn divine suns, instantly dispelling all gloom and despair.

Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King martial soul was fully unleashed. Golden dragon patterns spread from his neck across his entire body, majestic and domineering.

Gu Yue's Silver Dragon King martial soul completely awakened. Violet divine patterns covered her skin, while six elements circulated around her automatically.

Her black hair and his golden blood essence intertwined, forming a two-colored pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth and shot toward the top of the rock strata. The entire Spirit Pagoda shook violently, as though it might collapse at any moment.

The Sky-Locking Formation shattered inch by inch.

The Break-God Soul Guidance Cannons were completely ruined.

The surviving Imperial Guard Douluos prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling all over, without even the courage to look up.

For the first time, the Spirit Pagoda Master's face lost its composure, replaced by utter shock and fear.

"This is... Dragon God's Power?! Impossible! There has long been no Dragon God in this world!"

"Nothing is impossible."

Tang Wulin and Gu Yue's voices merged into one—clear, ancient, majestic, and boundless. Like a divine decree from the dawn of creation, it slowly echoed between heaven and earth.

They stood side by side, their auras merging and their souls becoming one, no longer distinguishable from each other.

All exhaustion, pain, weakness, and depletion were completely erased in that instant. Boundless divine power surged from the depths of their souls, filling every limb and bone.

Gu Yue's black hair streamed wildly within the divine light. Her violet eyes were as crystalline and majestic as divine jade, while the six elements around her became roaring tornadoes.

Golden dragons coiled around Tang Wulin's body, his blood essence surged like a dragon, and his golden dragon eyes looked down upon the world. The strength of his body shattered past its limits, reaching an unprecedented height.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—"

"Dragon God Transformation!"

Boom!!!

Divine light exploded, and the gods descended.

A two-colored phantom dragon spanning heaven and earth slowly unfurled behind them. Its left side was gold, symbolizing strength and protection; its right side was silver, symbolizing elements and life. Its dragon head was supreme, its dragon eyes overlooked all living beings, and its dragon might was vast and boundless. It was the sole true god of Soul Master Continent legend, ruler of all beasts and master of the elements—the Dragon God.

At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent. Not a sound remained.

The Spirit Pagoda Master's face turned pale as paper, but he still refused to concede defeat. He knew very well that once Dragon God's Power fully took shape, he would have no chance of victory left.

"I refuse to believe it! I cultivated for a hundred years, ruled the Spirit Pagoda, and controlled half the continent! How could I possibly lose to two little brats like you?!"

He frantically activated the cultivation of his entire life. Soul Rings rose explosively beneath his feet—nine in total, with the final ring an incomparably dazzling hundred-thousand-year red Soul Ring!

"Ninth Soul Skill—Spirit-Passing Divine Palm!"

A golden palm stretched across the void, several times larger than the previous giant claw. Wherever its palm wind passed, space shattered layer by layer. Its terrifying force could crush any Titled Douluo, and even a Limit Douluo would not dare receive it head-on.

This was the Spirit Pagoda Master's ultimate killing move.

"Good!"

Tang Wulin and Gu Yue shouted in unison as Dragon God's Power erupted at full force.

Tang Wulin stepped forward, gathering the divine power of his body into his fist. The golden dragon roared, and the force of his punch shook heaven and earth. Gu Yue raised her hand and formed seals, merging the six elements into one and transforming them into an elemental divine rainbow that coiled around the Golden Dragon Fist.

The two-colored divine light and the golden giant palm collided violently in midair.

Bang!!!

The deafening explosion swept through the area with a shockwave, causing the seventh underground level to collapse across a vast area once more. Rocks fell like rain.

The Spirit Pagoda Master's divine palm trembled violently. Countless cracks appeared across its surface, and its power retreated again and again.

His pupils contracted sharply. He desperately circulated his soul power, trying to force it down, but Dragon God's Power was like a vast sea of stars, endless and impossible to shake.

"Impossible... How can this be possible..."

"Before the Dragon God, your power is nothing more than the glow of a firefly."

A cold glint flashed in Gu Yue's violet eyes. With a wave of her hand, spatial power erupted, directly severing the Spirit Pagoda Master's chains of soul power.

Tang Wulin followed immediately after. Golden Dragon power surged, and he drove a fist into the core of the divine palm.

Crack!!!

The golden giant palm shattered completely.

The Spirit Pagoda Master was struck hard and sent flying backward. He crashed violently into the rock wall and spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his aura plummeting at once. Yet he still did not give up. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he suddenly raised a hand and pressed it against his chest.

"I sacrifice my spiritual soul and invoke the Pagoda Origin Power! Today, I will die with you!"

Terrifying black light erupted from within him. He forcibly extracted the power of the entire Spirit Pagoda, forming it into a massive pitch-black soul guidance blade. Death runes covered its blade, and with the resolve to perish together, it slashed toward Tang Wulin and Gu Yue.

This strike was enough to destroy the entire underground region.

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue turned deathly pale and instinctively closed their eyes.

But Tang Wulin and Gu Yue remained calm.

"A dying struggle."

They raised their hands at the same time, condensing Dragon God's Power into a two-colored divine shield.

Clang!!!

The black blade struck the divine shield, spraying sparks everywhere, yet it could not advance even a fraction further.

The Spirit Pagoda Master's all-out killing move was as fragile as paper before complete Dragon God's Power.

"Elemental Judgment!"

"Golden Dragon Suppression!"

The two divine skills struck at the same time.

A violet torrent of elements swept down, corroding his spiritual soul. A golden dragon claw descended from the heavens, firmly locking down all the soul power in his body.

The Spirit Pagoda Master's strength dissipated at a visible rate. His Soul Rings dimmed one after another, and his spiritual soul was completely suppressed, leaving him without even the slightest ability to resist.

He collapsed amid the rubble, his golden robes tattered beyond recognition. His eyes were hollow, filled with despair and unwillingness.

"I... refuse to accept this..."

"You lost to obsession, to greed, and to defying both heaven's will and human hearts."

Tang Wulin and Gu Yue slowly withdrew their power. The Dragon God phantom gradually receded and merged into their bodies.

The divine light of their martial soul fusion slowly faded, but their tightly clasped hands did not loosen.

Gu Yue leaned against Tang Wulin's shoulder, a faint smile in her violet eyes. She was exhausted, yet at peace.

Tang Wulin gently wrapped an arm around her waist and lowered his head to look at her. His golden eyes held boundless tenderness and heartache.

The battle had finally ended.

Every powerful enemy had been defeated. Every killing trap had been shattered. Every threat had vanished into smoke.

Tang Wulin slowly turned around and looked toward the two figures in the secret prison, who had long been crying uncontrollably.

One step, then another, then another.

He slowly walked into the cell and stopped before his parents.

Tang Ziran stretched out a trembling hand and gently touched his son's cheek, his voice choked with emotion. "My child... my good child..."

Lang Yue could no longer hold back. She pulled Tang Wulin tightly into her embrace and burst into tears. "I'm sorry, my son. I've made you suffer so much..."

"Don't cry, Mom."

Tang Wulin gently embraced his parents. His eyes were red, and tears silently slid down his face.

"I'm fine. You're both fine too."

"I came to take you home."

"We're... going home."

Those simple words surpassed every promise in the world.

Two lifetimes of waiting, two lifetimes of regret, two lifetimes of obsession.

At this moment, they were finally fulfilled.

Tang Wulin helped his parents to their feet, then turned to look at Gu Yue behind him.

The black-haired girl stood quietly there, her violet eyes gently watching him, watching his family, watching this reunion that had arrived two lifetimes late.

Tang Wulin extended his hand and gave her his gentlest, most reassuring smile.

Gu Yue smiled softly and placed her hand steadily into his palm.

The family stood side by side.

The dark seventh underground level was no longer a prison, but the starting point of a new life.

Sunlight streamed through cracks in the rock strata, warm and bright.

"Let's go."

"Back to Shrek."

"Back to our home."

Divine light swept gently around them, carrying the four figures through layer after layer of darkness and toward that world filled with sunlight and hope.

The Spirit Pagoda's shadow was completely left behind.

In this life, they were reunited.

In this life, they would never part.