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Merin sits upon the throne, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as his gaze rests upon his uncle, Duan Lei, who kneels before him with respect.“Uncle, please get up.”
Hearing those words, Duan Lei immediately rises, stepping back with measured composure before taking his place among the high-level officials gathered within the hall.
Merin sweeps his gaze across the room, his presence alone enough to quiet every lingering thought.
“Let’s begin the meeting.”
The officials respond at once, and the discussion unfolds, covering the rapid developments within the city and the alarming movements of the Star Singer Tower across multiple regions.
Merin listens without interruption, absorbing every detail, weighing every report with quiet calculation before finally speaking.
“Form an army of one hundred thousand cultivators.”
The order lands heavily, yet no one hesitates.
“Spread the Virtual Dragon Qi technique among them, and ensure they can cultivate it efficiently.”
He pauses briefly before continuing, his tone unwavering.
“Once the army is formed, Uncle, you will lead them to the western desert and begin the conquest.”
A faint glint appears in his eyes.
“We will conquer it before the Star Singer Tower reaches it.”
Duan Lei bows his head slightly.
“I will fulfill your mission.”
Merin nods once, then continues issuing orders without delay.
“Twenty-five thousand will accompany the First Lady and move toward the Cangzhou Mountains.”
A subtle ripple of confusion passes through some of the officials, as they do not understand the significance of that region.
But no one dares to question him.
Merin continues as if their thoughts do not exist.
“The remaining twenty-five thousand will remain behind to defend the city and its surrounding territories.”
They nod in unison, committing the structure to memory.
Merin’s gaze sharpens slightly as he adds another layer to his plan.
“Establish martial schools throughout the city, and ensure that all children under the age of fifteen can attend without cost.”
His voice remains calm, but his intent is clear.
This is not charity.
This is preparation.
He needs cultivators.
He needs numbers.
He cannot allow the Star Singer Tower to reach this place unchallenged.
So he will build strength,
From the ground up.
He continues, his orders expanding beyond warfare.
“Transform the surrounding snow-covered land into fertile ground suitable for farming.”
“Construct ponds and lakes for fish cultivation.”
“Develop grasslands for raising beasts to secure a steady supply of meat.”
Every instruction points toward one goal.
Sustainability.
Because war is not won by strength alone,
But by resources.
Food above all.
The officials listen carefully, committing every directive to memory, understanding that each order is part of a larger design they can only partially see.
When Merin finally falls silent, the weight of his decisions settles across the hall.
The meeting comes to an end, and the officials disperse one by one, each carrying the weight of Merin’s orders as they begin to set the vast machinery of war and expansion into motion.
Later at noon, Merin meets Song Xingli in a quiet courtyard, where the atmosphere is calm, yet charged with unspoken decisions that are already shaping her future path.
Without unnecessary words, he raises his hand and produces a book, its cover shimmering faintly with star-like patterns that seem to shift under the light.
He hands it to her.
“Star Dragon.”
Xingli takes the book, her eyes immediately drawn to its contents as she senses the depth hidden within it.
Merin’s understanding of the Star element is not yet at the Saint Stage, but with his current comprehension, he is able to deduce and construct the cultivation path all the way up to that realm, leaving only the final step unresolved.
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The structure of the technique is familiar in form, yet fundamentally different in essence.
Like the previous Dragon Transformation techniques, it begins with the refinement of the body.
At the Soul Awakening Stage, the practitioner transforms their physical form into that of a Star Dragon, aligning their existence with celestial energy rather than earthly elements.
At the Soul Enlightenment Stage, the transformation deepens, extending beyond the body into the soul itself, reshaping it into a Dragon Soul that resonates with the vastness of the heavens.
But it is the final chapter that sets this path apart.
Unlike the Black Dragon technique, which builds a water palace within the depths of rivers, or the Holy Dragon path that constructs an ideal city of laws, or even the Virtual Dragon that manifests a separate reality,
The Star Dragon demands transcendence.
One must leave the confines of the world itself.
Rise beyond its boundaries.
From that position, like a star in the sky, one must shine upon the world below.
Only when enough beings believe in that existence,
Recognize it as a star,
Can the ritual to enter the Saint Stage begin.
Xingli reads silently, her thoughts moving quickly, yet without resistance.
She has no hesitation in changing her cultivation path.
The highest technique she possesses only reaches the Soul Transformation Stage, while this path offers something far beyond that.
Without doubt, she chooses.
She begins cultivating the Star Dragon technique.
At the same time,
Far across the world, in the Eastern Ocean,
The masters of the Three Lotus Sects gather.
Their expressions are grave.
The war has already begun.
And they understand what it means.
After a long discussion, they reach a decision.
They will send their three Saintesses to Dragon City.
Not as envoys alone,
But as their final gamble.
When the three Saintesses prepare to depart, their respective Sect Masters speak to them privately, their voices carrying a weight the young women have never heard before.
“You may do whatever is necessary.”
“To secure the City Lord’s support.”
A pause follows.
Then the words that shake them.
“Even if it means becoming his lovers.”
The three Saintesses freeze.
Shock spreads across their faces.
For generations, Saintesses have remained pure, untouched, bound by strict rules that define their existence.
Those who broke those rules,
Were erased.
Their souls scattered.
Their names wiped from history.
And now,
The very leaders of their sects are asking them to abandon that tradition.
To break the unbreakable.
In that moment, they understand.
The situation is far worse than they imagined.
This is not a negotiation.
This is desperation.
In the Eastern Ocean, on a quiet island surrounded by restless waves, Chu Feng and Shi Yang sit facing the horizon, where the sky and sea merge into a single endless line.
The wind moves gently, yet beneath that calm, both of them feel the storm that is spreading across the world.
Chu Feng breaks the silence first.
“I am returning to the Three Kingdoms.”
His voice is steady, carrying a quiet determination that has been building within him for years.
Shi Yang nods without hesitation, because he understands exactly what this means.
Chu Feng’s family has always carried the ambition to restore their fallen kingdom, and now, with the world descending into chaos, the perfect opportunity has finally appeared.
War tears down old structures.
And in that collapse,
New powers can rise.
Shi Yang speaks next.
“I am going to the frontlines.”
His tone is calm, but resolute.
He has already left the Purple Lotus Sect, choosing his own path, yet that does not sever the bond he shares with it.
His father still stands as the Sect Master.
The sect is still his home.
And more than that,
The Star Singer Tower is his enemy.
That alone is reason enough.
Chu Feng nods once.
No more words are needed.
They both stand.
The air around them shifts subtly.
Their auras begin to rise.
Chu Feng moves first.
Dark energy gathers around his body, thick and heavy, like deep water under the night sky.
His form begins to change.
Bones shift.
Muscles expand.
His body elongates, becoming serpentine in structure.
Black scales emerge one after another, covering his entire form as they reflect a faint, cold sheen.
His limbs retract, merging into a streamlined body, while his head reshapes, forming sharp features and glowing eyes filled with ancient ferocity.
A Black Dragon takes shape.
Long.
Coiled.
Serpentine.
Its presence is silent, yet suffocating, like the depths of an abyss.
Beside him, Shi Yang’s transformation begins.
His aura burns bright.
Pure.
Radiant.
Golden light spreads outward, pushing back the surrounding air as if purifying everything it touches.
His body rises slightly above the ground as his form expands, growing larger and more refined.
Golden scales form across his body, each one shining like forged metal under sunlight.
Wings extend from his back, vast and powerful, while his horns curve upward with a noble presence.
His entire being radiates order.
Authority.
A Holy Dragon emerges.
Majestic.
Brilliant.
A complete contrast to Chu Feng’s dark, silent form.
For a moment, the two dragons stand side by side.
Night and light.
Depth and radiance.
Then,
They move.
Chu Feng lowers his body and glides forward, his massive serpentine form slipping into the ocean as if returning to his natural domain.
The water parts.
Then closes behind him.
He disappears into the depths.
Shi Yang spreads his wings.
With a single powerful beat, he rises into the sky, golden light trailing behind him as he ascends higher and higher.
Then he turns,
And flies eastward.
Toward the war.
The next day, Merin departs alongside the members of the Totem Palace, his figure moving calmly through the sky as they travel across vast stretches of land, heading deeper into the unknown reaches of the north.
From above, he watches the terrain change gradually, as snow-covered mountains rise one after another, forming an endless expanse of white that reflects the cold brilliance of the sky.
The deeper they go, the harsher the environment becomes, as the air grows thinner and colder, carrying a biting chill that would freeze ordinary cultivators in moments.
Yet within this desolate land, signs of life still exist.
Merin notices tribes scattered within the valleys, each settlement protected by formations that glow faintly, shielding them from the brutal cold and the dangers that lurk in the wilderness.
These tribes live quietly, isolated yet enduring.
The journey continues.
Then—
A change appears on the horizon.
Six mountains rise into view.
Each one stands apart, yet together they form a natural barrier surrounding a vast central valley.
Merin’s gaze sharpens as he observes them.
The first mountain burns with a crimson hue, its rocky surface radiating intense heat, as if molten energy flows beneath its skin.
The second is dark and oppressive, its surface shadowed, with faint, ghostly forms of trapped souls drifting within it, emitting a silent, eerie presence.
The third crackles with lightning, arcs of energy constantly flashing across its surface, illuminating the sky with violent bursts of power.
The fourth stands like a mirror of ice, smooth and reflective, its surface gleaming with a cold purity that feels untouchable.
The fifth is covered in countless stone statues of beasts, each one lifelike, as if frozen in the middle of motion, radiating an ancient and mysterious aura.
And the final mountain—
Is shrouded in thick, swirling poisonous mist, its presence quiet yet deadly, as if even approaching it would corrode life itself.
Together, the six mountains form a perfect ring.
A natural fortress.
Without slowing, they pass over them.
The formation activates briefly as they approach, recognizing their presence before allowing them to enter without resistance.
They cross into the valley.
Inside—
The atmosphere changes completely.
The land is primitive.
Untamed.
Ancient.
Massive beasts roam freely, their bodies carrying the aura of ancient bloodlines, their presence dominating the terrain without restraint.
There are no orderly cities.
No refined structures.
Only raw existence.
And at the very center—
A palace stands.
Constructed entirely from bones.
Enormous.
Silent.
Exuding an ancient authority that feels older than everything surrounding it.
Without hesitation, they descend.
Heading directly toward it.