bullyxtreme V.4.298. Virtual Dragon Saint
V.4.298. Virtual Dragon Saint
The change begins without warning.Above Dragon City,
A second world appears.
Faint.
Translucent.
Like a reflection cast upon reality itself.
The Virtual World overlays the sky, its landscapes barely visible yet unmistakable, as mountains, plains, and elemental domains shimmer like a phantom pressing against existence.
For a moment,
It coexists.
Then,
The world reacts.
Dark clouds gather instantly.
Not ordinary clouds,
But tribulation clouds.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
Endless.
Lightning forms within them, not as natural force, but as will, pure rejection from the world itself.
The first bolt falls.
It does not strike the city.
It strikes the Virtual World.
Trying,
To erase it.
To deny its existence.
Then more lightning follows.
Endless.
Relentless.
The sky becomes a storm of judgment.
At that moment,
A dragon appears.
Violet-scaled.
Vast beyond measure.
Merin.
He transforms into the Virtual Dragon and lays himself across the dome of the Virtual World, his body coiling over it, shielding it from the descending tribulation.
Lightning crashes onto him.
Again.
And again.
Each strike carries the will of the world.
Each strike seeks to destroy him.
Inside,
His consciousness shifts.
The dragon consciousness awakens fully.
It does not resist.
It transforms.
It reaches toward his True Spirit.
This is the most dangerous moment.
A moment where identity can shatter.
Where existence can collapse.
But not for Merin.
He has walked this path before.
This is not ascension.
It is recovery.
He does not reject the transformation.
He does not erase it.
He absorbs it.
Allows it.
Guides it.
The dragon consciousness merges with his own, reshaping his True Spirit into something new,
A Human-Dragon hybrid True Spirit.
Balanced.
Complete.
The process takes time.
Months pass.
The tribulation does not cease.
It intensifies.
Lightning grows stronger.
The world grows more desperate.
And as it does,
The Virtual World expands.
One quarter of the world.
Then more.
Merin’s dragon body grows with it.
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Larger.
Heavier.
More absolute.
The sky roars.
The world trembles.
Far away,
Nox stands beside Ye Weiran.
He watches.
His eyes fixed on the expanding outline of the Virtual World as it begins to creep into the territory of the Moon Empire, its phantom presence pressing into lands that once belonged solely to another will.
Above it,
The tribulation rages.
Striking the dragon again and again.
“Master,” Nox says, unable to hide his confusion, “why is his Saint tribulation so… terrifying?”
“It is far worse than yours.”
“And it keeps increasing.”
Ye Weiran watches silently.
Then answers.
“He is not content with becoming a Saint,” she says.
“He wants to change the rules of the world.”
“To make it his own domain.”
Nox’s eyes widen.
“What?”
He turns to her.
“Master… can you not stop him?”
Ye Weiran remains calm.
“I can,” she says.
“But it would become a battle of life and death between us.”
She pauses.
“And for a world like this…”
“It is not worth it.”
Nox frowns.
“Then why did you act before?”
Ye Weiran smiles faintly.
“I wished to test my luck,” she says.
“To see if I could take this world at a small price.”
They both look forward.
The Virtual World continues to expand.
Slowly.
Inevitably.
It covers half of the Moon Empire.
Then more.
“Let us go,” Ye Weiran says.
Moonlight gathers around them.
Their bodies dissolve.
And vanish.
But the expansion does not stop.
The Virtual World spreads further.
Across continents.
Across oceans.
Until,
It covers the entire world.
The world itself cries out.
A low, unseen wail.
As Merin’s spirit moves.
It descends.
Into the origin of the world.
He does not change it immediately.
He observes.
Understands.
Comprehends.
As his understanding deepens,
The Virtual World stabilizes further.
His body grows.
Faster.
Greater.
Years pass.
The transformation completes.
The Virtual World fully envelops reality.
And Merin,
In his dragon form,
Stretches from one end of the world to the other.
Head to tail.
He finishes his comprehension.
Then,
He acts.
At the center of the world’s origin,
He draws.
A Dao.
The Virtual Dragon Dao.
It anchors itself at the core.
And around it,
All other Laws begin to revolve.
The moment the Virtual Dragon Dao anchors itself at the core of the world’s origin, a silent transformation begins, subtle at first, then spreading like an unseen tide across every corner of existence.
The spiritual energy of the world changes.
It does not vanish.
It evolves.
Threads of pure spiritual energy begin to take on a new quality, a deeper resonance, as they slowly transform into Dragon energy, carrying within them the will, structure, and dominance of Merin’s Dao.
Beasts are the first to react.
Their bodies tremble.
Their bloodlines stir.
Scales begin to appear where none existed before.
Claws sharpen.
Eyes deepen.
Even the weakest creatures show signs of change, their forms gradually adapting to the new energy flowing through the world.
Plants follow.
Roots thicken.
Leaves change texture.
Vines become stronger, more resilient, as if life itself is being reforged under a new rule.
Across the world,
Cultivators feel it.
Those without techniques from Dragon City suddenly find themselves unable to cultivate further, their methods no longer aligning with the transformed energy of the world.
Their progress halts.
Their paths collapse.
While those from Dragon City,
Feel the opposite.
Their cultivation becomes smoother.
Faster.
As if the world itself supports them.
As if every breath they take is in harmony with existence.
The balance of power shifts completely.
At the same time,
The Virtual World changes.
It no longer depends solely on Merin.
It anchors into the world itself.
Becomes part of it.
Then,
It disappears.
Not gone,
But hidden.
Every cultivator feels it.
At the back of their mind.
A presence.
A gateway.
With a single thought,
They can enter.
Merin’s figure changes.
The vast dragon form collapses inward.
He returns to human form.
But this time,
There is no constraint.
No suffocation.
The human form,
Is no longer a limitation.
It is his true form as well.
Complete.
Unified.
Every breath he takes aligns with the world.
Every movement resonates with its laws.
Within this world,
He is unmatched.
Merin closes his eyes.
He steadies his breath.
The Saintly prestige sweeping across the world fades.
Disappears.
And with it,
He vanishes.
Days pass.
Within the Virtual World,
Merin walks beside Biyun.
They move through a dense forest, where trees grow tall and alive, their forms no longer static illusions but evolving life shaped from Merin’s understanding of the world’s origin.
Now,
Every plant.
Every beast.
Exists here.
A mirror.
A reflection.
A living extension.
A boar appears.
Massive.
Muscular.
Its body carries the weight of both beast and Dragon energy.
It blocks their path.
Biyun steps forward.
Without hesitation.
His spear rises.
His breath steadies.
The first movement,
Rain Spear.
A thrust.
Soft.
Precise.
Like a falling drop.
It strikes forward, forcing the boar to react.
The second,
Rock Spear.
His stance shifts.
Grounded.
Immovable.
He parries the incoming charge, redirecting the force with minimal movement, absorbing the impact as if he were part of the earth itself.
Then,
The third,
Vital Spear.
The recoil.
The return.
He turns the boar’s own force against it, the spear snapping forward with gathered momentum, striking cleanly.
The three techniques flow seamlessly.
One into another.
No break.
No hesitation.
The boar collapses.
Defeated.
Biyun lowers his spear.
Breathing steady.
Merin watches.
Silently.
Then nods faintly.
They turn.
And return.
Back to the city within the Virtual World.
To their home.
Inside,
The moment they step in,
Merin’s figure fades.
He returns to the real world.
Within a pavilion,
He sits.
Calm.
Composed.
Before him,
The three Lian sisters sit quietly.
Waiting.
Merin looks at them, his gaze steady, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of an irreversible choice.
“Are you three ready… to sever your bodies?”
The question is simple.
But what it represents,
Is not.
For them, becoming a Saint is not merely a matter of comprehension or strength.
It is separation.
They are not ordinary cultivators.
They are innate lifeforms of the world.
Their connection is not a thread,
But a chain.
To sever it,
Is like cutting iron with a paper blade.
It requires sacrifice.
Time.
Resolve.
And once begun,
There is no return.
Merin will not stop them.
Nor will he force them onto his path.
Those who follow the Human-Dragon Way, he will guide.
Those who do not,
He will neither hinder nor aid.
Their path,
Is their own.
The three sisters meet his gaze.
Then nod.
Together.
Without hesitation.
Merin inclines his head slightly.
“Then… let us begin.”
They close their eyes.
Their auras shift.
And above each of them,
Their true forms emerge.
Three lotuses rise into the air.
White.
Golden.
Purple.
They float above their heads, radiant and ancient, their presence far deeper than the bodies beneath them.
The process begins.
Their vitality flows.
At first,
Slowly.
Then steadily.
From their bodies,
Into the lotuses.
The petals glow brighter as life essence pours into them, absorbing everything without resistance, as if reclaiming what always belonged to them.
Their bodies begin to fade.
Not violently.
Not painfully.
But gently.
As if returning to origin.
Skin dissolves.
Flesh thins.
Form loses weight.
Yet their expressions remain calm.
Unshaken.
The flow continues.
Until,
Nothing remains.
No flesh.
No bone.
No body.
Only,
Their souls.
And the three lotuses.
Suspended.
Silent.
The connection remains,
But weakened.
Fragile.
For the first time,
Breakable.
Then,
Their souls move.
Drawn inward.
They enter the Virtual World.
There,
They begin again.
To comprehend.
To understand.
To reshape their Laws.
And from those Laws,
To form their Dao.
A path not bound by the world,
But one that can finally transcend it.