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V.4.279
Merin gazes inward, his awareness settling within his spirit space as he gradually ceases drawing in more Yin Spirits, understanding clearly that as a Soul Awakening cultivator, there is no need to confine them within his physical body.His spirit space is vast.
Stable.
More than sufficient to nurture them.
A hundred Yin Spirits drift within it, each appearing as a faint ball of pale light, flickering weakly with simple, instinctive awareness.
They are ordinary.
Unrefined.
But to Merin,
They are materials.
He focuses on one.
His spirit moves.
Grasps it.
The Yin Spirit trembles under his control as the technique begins to operate, its structure unravelling and reshaping under his will.
Then,
Fire ignites.
A spark at first.
Then a surge.
Flames erupt within the spirit, burning from the inside, while strands of Dragon Energy coil into it, embedding structure, will, and form.
The ball of light begins to distort.
Stretch.
Elongate.
Its surface cracks as fiery veins spread across it, reshaping its essence, while faint outlines of scales begin to appear, forming layer by layer.
A head emerges.
Fierce.
Defined.
Horns take shape.
Claws follow.
The formless light transforms into structure.
Into identity.
Into life.
A Fire Dragon Spirit is born.
It coils within the space, its body burning with controlled flame, its presence far more stable and powerful than before.
Then,
It roars.
A sharp, clear sound that echoes across the spirit space.
Merin releases it.
Without pause, he turns to the next.
Water gathers.
Dragon Energy follows.
The second spirit reshapes, flowing and condensing into a Water Dragon Spirit, its body fluid yet defined, moving like a current given form.
One after another,
Transformation continues.
Each spirit is refined according to the principles it has comprehended.
Fire.
Water.
Wind.
Earth.
Thunder.
And beyond.
Each one becomes a Dragon Spirit.
Not random.
Not chaotic.
But part of a structure.
A greater whole.
He is not merely cultivating the first chapter.
He is redefining it.
Building something aligned with his Dao.
A system that will one day form his Virtual Dragon.
Outside,
Stolen novel; please report.
Time passes.
Sirius.
Elmirus.
Nazhar.
Wait.
One day.
Two days.
Two weeks.
Three months.
Six months.
Within the secret space,
Silence remains.
But outside,
Five years have passed.
The world moves.
Cycles continue.
Then,
A fluctuation appears.
They sense it instantly.
The passage to the secret space opens again.
They calculate.
It aligns.
The time for new Soul Awakening cultivators to enter.
But before they can act,
A sound echoes.
A dragon’s roar.
Deep.
Resonant.
Ancient.
Their eyes turn toward the source.
Merin stands there.
Unchanged,
Yet completely different.
A thin layer of light covers his body.
Like a second skin.
It glows faintly.
Purple in hue.
Formed of countless overlapping scales.
Each scale carries the shape of a dragon, intricate and alive, as if breathing with subtle energy.
The light shifts as he moves, flowing like armour yet weightless, perfectly fused with him.
The air around him bends slightly.
As if acknowledging something greater.
At that moment,
The door reacts.
Golden light surges.
It opens.
Then,
It pulls him in.
His figure disappears into it.
Silence returns.
The three Supreme Elders exchange glances.
Then,
They smile.
They bet right.
Outside, in Dragon City, the world moves in a quieter rhythm, far removed from ancient inheritances and hidden spaces, yet no less significant.
Within a sealed chamber, Yu Diexin sits in meditation, surrounded by layers of formation carved into the walls, each one stabilising the space and isolating her power from the outside.
She does not cultivate openly anymore.
Because she knows,
Her power is dangerous.
The Wither Power she awakened is not something she can casually release.
It devours life.
Silently.
Unstoppably.
And she does not like it.
She had said so before.
To Merin’s clone.
At that time, she did not want such power.
Did not want to become something that brings decay wherever she stands.
But the answer she received…
Changed everything.
There is another path.
Another direction.
If her Law of Withering reaches its peak and evolves into Dao, she will not only destroy,
She will absorb.
Absorb the withering of the world itself.
Take decay.
Take death.
Take suffering.
Into herself.
So that the world remains filled with vitality.
So that life continues.
While she bears the burden.
At that point, people will not see her as a destroyer.
They will see her as salvation.
Not the Dragon Goddess of Withering,
But the Dragon Goddess of Abundance.
Faith will change.
One person’s belief is nothing.
But when hundreds of thousands believe,
That belief becomes power.
Authority.
The world itself responds.
It recognises that authority.
Bestows it.
Withering and Abundance.
Two opposites.
Two halves of a single cycle.
Life.
Through that cycle, she can step beyond them.
Touch something greater.
The Law of Life itself.
And when that happens,
She will no longer just wield power.
She will embody it.
The Dragon Goddess of Life.
A being who holds authority over existence itself.
Faith will gather naturally.
Growth will accelerate.
The path is clear.
Diexin’s breathing steadies.
Her aura flows quietly within the sealed room, carefully controlled, never leaking beyond the formations that restrain her.
Her thoughts drift inward.
Her ambition.
It was never like this before.
Once,
She only wanted a simple life.
A family.
A peaceful future.
With Shen Ling.
That illusion shattered.
Betrayal replaced it.
Then her ambition became revenge.
To take back what was hers.
To reclaim her city.
Then Biyun was born.
Everything changed again.
Her only wish became his safety.
To see him grow.
To protect him.
But now,
Everything has expanded.
She has seen more.
Understood more.
The truth of the world.
The layers beyond the human realm.
The existence of higher paths.
Greater powers.
Now,
Her ambition rises once more.
She does not want to remain below.
She does not want to be bound by fate.
She wants to step above it.
“At least… Saint Stage.”
Only then,
Can she protect everything she cares about?
Only then,
Can she truly decide her own path?
Her eyes remain closed.
But her will,
Has never been clearer.
The Wither Power that once leaked uncontrollably from her body now begins to respond to her will, no longer wild, no longer destructive without purpose, but gathering inward like a tide reversing its flow.
It condenses.
Draws closer.
Layer by layer, the spreading decay retracts, returning into her body before sinking deeper into her spirit space.
There,
It gathers.
Compresses.
Forms.
A sphere begins to take shape.
Dense.
Dark.
Yet carrying a strange vitality within its destruction.
A Dragon Ball of Withering.
Before it can stabilise further,
A presence moves.
Her Gu.
The Nine-Eyed Butterfly, now fully matured after its long evolution, flutters once across the sky of her spirit space before descending upon the sphere.
Without hesitation,
It swallows it whole.
The moment it does,
Change begins.
The power of the Wither Dragon surges through its body, reshaping its internal structure as its wings tremble under the pressure of transformation.
Then,
Silk threads emerge.
Thin.
Glowing faintly.
They wrap around its body, layer after layer, forming a cocoon that seals everything within.
It rises slowly.
Suspended in the sky of her spirit space.
Then stills.
Silent.
It falls into a deep slumber.
Diexin observes quietly.
Her Gu has already completed nine mutations.
But nine was never the limit.
Ten,
Is the true threshold.
She had always believed that the final mutation required returning to the Holy Gu Cave, that only there could she obtain what was necessary to break through into the Soul Awakening Stage.
But now,
There is another path.
Dragon energy.
A catalyst.
A force capable of pushing the mutation beyond its natural limit.
Even if she did not favour the technique,
She chose it.
Because it leads forward.
Now, everything is in place.
The process has begun.
All that remains,
Is to wait.
She slowly opens her eyes.
Her aura is calm.
Controlled.
Stable.
Without lingering, she rises to her feet, steps forward, and opens the door of the sealed chamber before walking out into the open air.
Later,
After checking on Biyun’s training, watching his small figure move earnestly as he continues to practice, she returns to her garden.
Evening has arrived.
A gentle breeze moves through the leaves, carrying a quiet peace that settles around her as she sits alone.
For a moment,
There is nothing.
No cultivation.
No pressure.
Just stillness.
Then,
A presence forms behind her.
Merin’s clone.
It speaks calmly.
“It is time for you to recover Yulan City.”
Diexin does not turn immediately.
She remains seated, her gaze forward as she processes the words.
Then she asks, quietly,
“When am I leaving?”
“Tomorrow.”
The clone answers.
Then disperses.
Gone as if it had never been there.
Silence returns.
Diexin remains still.
Her thoughts drift.
Yulan City.
Her home.
The place where she grew up.
The place she lost.
She has dreamed of returning countless times.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
So many that she has long stopped counting.
Now,
It is no longer a dream.
It is reality.
And tomorrow,
She will start the journey to walk back into it.