'Are there pure-blooded dragons who do not follow the Dragon God's lineage?' Gu Yuena thought, heart pounding, her mind flickering.
This question gnawed at Gu Yuena's mind like a splinter that refused to dissolve. She understood Qian Renxue's transformation looked draconic—the scales, the wings, the divine bearing—but it did not carry any resonance, any ancestral connection, to the Dragon God's lineage. It was alien.
And that realization unsettled her more deeply than she wished to admit.
Her first instinct was to subdue the girl—but the moment her gaze lingered too long upon Qian Renxue's angelic-draconic form.
She felt that every creature in the area (all the fierce beasts)—were collapsing under the invisible weight of Qian Renxue's ability. Their wills trembled, minds blanked, and instinctively, they recognized her as a being beyond their comprehension.
The sight made Gu Yuena's heart tighten. 'If they remain here any longer, her presence alone might suffocate them all.'
Her expression hardened. The silver light in her eyes condensed into pure determination.With a sweep of her arm, space folded like rippling silk. The distorted air expanded outward, wrapping around every wounded fierce beast, Di Tian, and the trembling forms of Bi Ji and Zi Ji and the other Fierce beasts
In an instant, the group vanished—snatched away from the crushing aura and returned to the inner sanctum of the Lake of Life.
Qian Renxue blinked as the sudden spatial ripple faded, leaving only the echo of dragon aura and the faint scent of ozone in the air.
For several heartbeats, silence dominated the battlefield. The mighty Beast God was gone. The Silver Dragon King had fled. Only Qian Renxue remained—standing alone amidst the drifting mist and shattered trees, her demigod form slowly dissolving into threads of light.
Then, finally, she sighed—a deep, quiet exhale of relief.
While her outward composure had been regal and unshaken, her heart had been wound tight as a coiled spring. Every second in the Silver Dragon King's presence felt like walking on the edge of an executioner's blade. Even with all her confidence, she knew full well that she had only survived because Gu Yuena's caution had outweighed her wrath.
If Gu Yuena had chosen to fight seriously—without considering the imaginary peeping of the Divine Realm—Qian Renxue doubted she could have escaped unscathed.
In truth, her apparent dominance was a carefully orchestrated illusion, one built not upon strength but psychology.
She had exploited Gu Yuena's personality—the Silver Dragon King's deep-seated instinct for self-preservation. For all her power, Gu Yuena had always been cautious, choosing safety and concealment over confrontation. After all, the Divine Realm's gods still hunted remnants of the Dragon God's power. Even in the original timeline, she only awakened fully when the soul beast race was on the brink of extinction—when desperation outweighed fear.
Qian Renxue's taunts, her transformation, her aura—all of it had been deliberate psychological cues, subtle manipulations feeding into Gu Yuena's instinct to retreat, to protect, to survive. Afterall as Gu Yuena is a divine being she could not manipulate her outright, but sending some psychological cues was possible.
A faint smirk tugged at Qian Renxue's lips.Her attention drifted downward—to the sword in her hand.
Caliburn still glowed faintly, as she had inserted her soul power inside. On the blade's surface, a single drop of silvery blood shimmered, catching the faint light like molten mercury.
The blood of the Silver Dragon King.
Qian Renxue's smile deepened, both sharp and curious. "A god's blood… the essence of the Dragon God's other half."
She tilted the sword slightly, watching how the droplet slid slowly down the edge before stopping.
"This will be useful," she whispered. "More than useful."
Her expression returned to calm indifference, but deep in her eyes, something ancient flickered—, a quiet anticipation.
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In the present time, after Qian Renxue abosorbed the power of fortune and blood from the Auspicious Emperor she moved fast to get out of the Star Dou forest.
However the foreign bloodline fusing made her body uncomfortable.
Inside Qian Renxue's spirit sea, Tianmeng's voice came first, full of concern and childlike worry.
"Renxue, are you okay? Your aura—it's fluctuating wildly!"
At the same time, the calm and ancient tone of Electrolux followed, his soul energy wrapping around her core like a diagnostic mist.
"Your body is undergoing a violent metamorphosis… Both draconic bloodlines—the Golden and the Silver—are clashing within you. The equilibrium of power in your body is at risk."
Outside, Qian Renxue staggered through the dim forest. The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy of the Star Dou Forest, flickering across her face as if caught between light and shadow.
At first, she had felt joy—true joy—when she realized that her incomplete sixth soul skill had finally evolved into something whole:
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Sixth Soul Ring: Fate's ObserverThe ripples of fate, no matter how small, can be perceived by her. The threads of destiny unravel before her eyes like an open book. Using it requires fate power
(Author notes: Her ability is similar to miracles of Sequence 2 of Miracle Invoker
That means If she can observe fate, she can make sctions that are profitable to her directly in the future..
But to perceive fate does not mean one can easily change it. Unless one possesses the strength to overwhelm all existence.)
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It was a terrifyingly powerful ability—one that could make her untouchable. Yet, even as she admired the newfound ability, pain soon followed.