North River Village, back mountain.
The silver flames were mesmerizing—dreamlike under the night sky—so beautiful that anyone who saw them couldn't help but gasp in awe. Within the heart of that flame, a young boy sat cross-legged, completely bare, as if he were devouring the fire with his very being.
In the sky, the bright moon that had just bathed the earth in its light was suddenly swallowed by thick clouds. The entire world was plunged into complete darkness. A loud but muffled peal of thunder rumbled across the sky, then all fell silent again, as though nothing had happened.
Only a wisp of gray energy drifted down from the sky and merged into the silver flames, fusing into the youth's body along with the fire.
Yet the boy remained unaware of it all.
Time passed swiftly. Soon, the golden rays of dawn spilled over the earth, illuminating the boy seated on the ground.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and leapt up. A deep crimson soul ring rose from his body, and at the same time, his right arm was enveloped by scales as white as snow. The arm lengthened and thickened, turning into a massive claw. Each finger transformed into something like a dagger made of white jade—deadly and elegant. Mist-like frost coiled around his gleaming dragon arm.
This boy was Zhu Ziyang.
"First soul skill—Heavenly Frost Ice Dragon Claw!" Zhu Ziyang shouted, slashing forward with his transformed right arm. His strike landed on a tree several meters thick, uprooting it instantly and sending it crashing into several other equally massive trees before it finally came to rest—encased in a thick layer of ice.
"So strong!" Zhu Ziyang blurted, unable to hide the joy and excitement on his face.
After receiving the sacrifice of the Silver Dragon Wolf, the benefits he gained were nothing short of extraordinary.
First and foremost, his soul power jumped from rank 32 to rank 35. Though most of the energy from the Silver Dragon Wolf had gone into refining his bloodline and didn't directly raise his level by much, even a three-rank increase saved him more than half a year's worth of training time.
Keep in mind—he was only eleven years old. Eleven! A rank-35 Soul Elder at eleven years old. This sparked a bold ambition in his heart: to reach the Soul Ancestor rank before he turned thirteen!
More importantly—and absolutely world-shaking—was that his Frost Tyrant Dragon spirit, originally an Earth Dragon martial soul with traces of true dragon bloodline, had now evolved. It had become a top-tier true dragon imbued with the power of the ultimate ice element—now known as the Heavenly Frost Holy Dragon!
For Zhu Ziyang, this was like upgrading from a musket to a railgun. A legendary enhancement!
The Heavenly Frost Holy Dragon—an ultimate ice-element super martial soul—also bore the blood of the Ice Dragon King. Compared to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, this spirit was even more powerful.
From high-grade to super-grade, from sub-dragon to true dragon, he had accomplished in a single night what even attaching seven spirit rings to his Radiant Scythe couldn't achieved. Zhu Ziyang had never even dared to dream of this. His original plan was to wait until the Radiant Scythe had seven rings before cultivating his second martial soul, so he could attach only the best-quality rings and hopefully evolve it into a true dragon.
But fate had its own plan. This time, through danger came fortune. Thanks to the sacrifice of the hundred-thousand-year Silver Dragon Wolf, his Frost Tyrant Dragon had instantly transformed into the Heavenly Frost Holy Dragon. Even with all his calm and composure, Zhu Ziyang couldn't help but burst into joyful, unrestrained laughter.
In truth, Zhu Ziyang felt deep gratitude toward the Silver Dragon Wolf.
And now, he understood everything about her.
She was a mutated Dragon Wolf, a sacred beast of fortune from the Extreme North.
A Silver Sacred Beast—Zhu Ziyang couldn't fully comprehend what that meant, only that it sounded supremely rare and powerful. She had reached hundred-thousand-year cultivation in just twenty thousand years. But when she attempted to break through to two hundred thousand years and become a fierce beast, she was ambushed.
The one who betrayed her was none other than the Ice Demon Snow Soul King—her once-loyal follower with hundred-thousand-year cultivation. The betrayal was so unexpected that she never had a chance to defend herself and was grievously wounded.
She failed her tribulation, her cultivation regressed, and she fled the Extreme North—half-dead and bleeding. Had she not carried the destiny of the Extreme North, she would've died on the spot. After dragging herself to the outskirts of the Northern Mountains, she prepared to die in solitude.
But fate brought her to Zhu Ziyang.
After seeing her memories, Zhu Ziyang was silent.
By all appearances, the Silver Dragon Wolf had truly perished. But there was one hope—if Zhu Ziyang one day became a god, resurrecting a spirit beast that had sacrificed itself to him would be no problem. After all, even the Sea God Tang San had revived his spirit beast wife after becoming a god.
Yet becoming a god wasn't so easy. Despite all his fortunes, Zhu Ziyang didn't feel confident about godhood. In all of Douluo Continent's tens of thousands of years, fewer than ten spirit masters had ascended to godhood.
"Sigh... I'll take it one step at a time," Zhu Ziyang muttered.
"But I'll definitely avenge you!" he declared firmly. He might not be confident in godhood, but he had full faith in reaching the Title Douluo rank. And once he became a Title Douluo—no ordinary one, but a dual ultimate-element Title Douluo—defeating a hundred-thousand-year Ice Demon Snow Soul King would be child's play.
That's right—dual ultimate spirits!
Perhaps drawn by the immense elemental energy triggered during the Silver Dragon Wolf's sacrifice, not only had his Frost Tyrant Dragon evolved, but his Radiant Scythe had too. As the purified Heaven and Earth energy flowed through his meridians, his light-element bloodline was also cleansed and refined, triggering a qualitative transformation in his Radiant Scythe.
The mysterious and powerful Great Light Mantra had fully unleashed its potential.
While one bloodline transformed into a true dragon, the other martial soul, the Radiant Scythe, ascended into a super martial soul with ultimate light element!
Zhu Ziyang now stood as a genius without equal—wielding two martial souls, both possessing ultimate elements: ice and light.
A dual-ultimate martial soul wielder—unprecedented in the history of the continent!
Sincerely, from the depths of his heart, Zhu Ziyang thanked the Silver Dragon Wolf.
As if in response to his sincerity, the golden-lined red soul ring behind him glowed faintly.
He withdrew the Heavenly Frost Holy Dragon, and with a motion of his right hand, summoned a golden war scythe.
The weapon shimmered with golden light. Pure white patterns adorned the shaft. It radiated holiness, glory, and redemption. Every blade—edge, ring, and spear tip—seemed forged of divine gold, beautiful as a ceremonial artifact yet filled with lethal sharpness. The blood grooves on the edges shimmered darkly, as though thirsting for life.
At the bottom of the handle was a ring parallel to the main blade, carved with interlinked gray-white netherlotus flowers—guiding the dead to their final rest.
Stillness Fate Ending Scythe!
"To still the chaos of the world, to end all twisted fates!"
Zhu Ziyang raised his golden scythe high, pride and passion in his voice as he shouted:
"Ha ha ha! The Stillness Fate Ending Scythe!"
(End of Chapter)
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