Li Zhexian stepped into the depths of the dragon nest.

There, he saw a resplendent silver-white dragon, her form faintly visible amid surging tides of multicolored energy.

Seeing it was him, the Silver Dragon King's purple eyes immediately lit up. With a sweep of her azure-silver dragon tail, she placed several spiritual herbs—which she had been nurturing for the past two years—before him.

"Brother, eat!"

Li Zhexian smiled as he took one, placing it into his mouth to chew carefully. "Why have you called for me?"

The Silver Dragon King stared at the faintly visible golden bloodline coursing beneath Li Zhexian's skin.

"So you really did obtain the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, brother."

Li Zhexian gave a slight nod, then formed a sword-finger and pointed it at the center of the Silver Dragon King's brow, transmitting everything that had happened in the Divine Realm into her sea of consciousness.

Inside the dragon's nest,

silence reigned for a time.

Only the faint sound of Li Zhexian chewing the spiritual herb could be heard.

The Silver Dragon King had clearly put her heart into it.

The few spiritual herbs he had praised last time were not only sturdier now, but their spiritual energy had grown even purer.

As the memories of the Divine Realm flowed in,

the seven-colored dragon breath exhaled by the Silver Dragon King became rapid and uneven.

She was shocked not only by the impending spacetime storm,

but even more so by the fact that Li Zhexian had single-handedly slain the Golden Dragon King.

Such power—

even at her own peak, she could only look up to it from afar.

"Brother, you are truly incredible!"

The Silver Dragon King's draconic pupils regained their clarity as she spoke with heartfelt admiration.

Before Li Zhexian could reply,

she continued:

"This calamity in the Divine Realm originates from the collapse of a divine star, triggering a spacetime storm. It is a disaster on a cosmic scale."

"Exiling the Divine Realm is the wisest course. Why must you shoulder everything alone, brother?"

Li Zhexian swallowed the spiritual herb, which had already begun to lose its flavor.

"One must at least try."

"Waiting passively for calamity to arrive is not my nature."

Reflected in the Silver Dragon King's purple eyes was the image of the young man smiling faintly.

She slowly lowered her head.

Her crystalline dragon horns gently brushed against Li Zhexian in an intimate gesture.

"All that you've done for the Spirit Beast race, brother…"

"Thank you."

During their moment of shared consciousness,

she had already seen it all.

How Li Zhexian openly fought for hope on behalf of the Spirit Beasts before the assembled gods—

even to the point of clashing with a God King.

"Brother carries a pure heart. The fate of the Spirit Beast race had nothing to do with you in the first place."

"With such kindness, how could we ever repay you?"

Pat—

Pat—

One seven-colored teardrop after another rolled from her dragon pupils.

When the tears touched the soil—

A gentle glow spread across the ground.

One spiritual herb after another burst forth from the earth.

Growing robustly at a visible pace, they bloomed in dazzling radiance within moments.

"Sigh, there's no need for this."

Li Zhexian reached out to wipe away her tears, only to realize that each dragon tear was larger than his palm. He could only let out a helpless sigh.

"I've said it before—being able to reach where I am today, aside from my sword dao, I also owe much to the gifts of many senior Spirit Beasts."

"Doing my part for the Spirit Beasts is only right."

He paused slightly.

"Don't worry. The calamity facing the Spirit Beasts—I will resolve it."

The Silver Dragon King pressed her forehead against his, falling silent.

Suddenly—

Li Zhexian's brows knit slightly.

He sensed something unusual emanating from her.

Crack—crack!

Crack—crack!

A series of fine, crisp cracking sounds rang out without warning from her dragon body.

The flawless silver dragon scales covering her form—

now burst with fissures that spread rapidly.

"You…"

Li Zhexian stared at her, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Brother."

The Silver Dragon King lifted her head, her gaze gentle yet resolute.

"The karmic burden of the Spirit Beasts is, by nature, the Spirit Beasts' own affair. How could we allow you alone to bear it?"

"And now that the calamity of the Divine Realm is tied to you, I must naturally lend you my strength."

Within the cracks of the dragon scales,

no blood or flesh could be seen.

Only silver dragon blood, mixed with multicolored spiritual radiance, surged forth.

The dragon blood poured down like a celestial river, enveloping Li Zhexian entirely as a faintly cool, wondrous energy flowed into his limbs and bones.

And at that very moment—

the golden dragon blood abruptly awakened.

Scorching, violent energy rampaged through his body.

Just as the golden dragon blood seemed on the verge of spiraling out of control,

the silver dragon blood flowed over it like moonlight.

Burning agony softened into warmth; ferocity turned to serenity.

Two dragon bloodlines of utterly different attributes began to merge in a miraculous harmony.

...

Outside the dragon's next,

the Star Dou Forest trembled lightly.

Countless Spirit Beasts bowed their heads in unison, letting out long cries.

"The Golden Dragon King's bloodline is incomparably violent."

"And my bloodline is precisely the bridge that harmonizes yin and yang."

"When the two bloodlines fully merge within brother's body, it will bring about a transformation beyond imagination."

"This bloodline is the gift I present to brother, and also a meager token of gratitude from the Spirit Beast race… for your kindness."

Li Zhexian gazed at the surging gold-and-silver radiance beneath his flesh, emotions welling within him.

"Brother need not have any concerns."

"Your spirit souls method is truly profound. I will become your spirit soul and, through this, even attain godhood."

"As the co-lord of the Spirit Beasts, I will in the future stand shoulder to shoulder with you, opening a clear path for our people."

Boom—boom—boom—boom!

Boom—boom—boom—boom!

As her words fell,

the dragon's next was completely drowned in an overwhelming torrent of energy.

Silver radiance dyed the underground palace into a sea of chaos.

And within this boiling ocean of power,

a silver Spirit Ring slowly condensed.

A dragon-shaped spiritual light sank into it, etching vivid, living dragon patterns upon its surface.

At the same time,

the dormant Golden Dragon King bloodline within Li Zhexian was fully awakened.

Streams of golden light burst from his body,

interweaving in the void to form a golden Spirit Ring.

Accompanied by a ferocious dragon roar that shook the heavens,

a savage dragon mark was branded upon the ring.

With a thought,

Li Zhexian summoned the Clear Spring Wine Gourd, which floated before him.

His Spirit Rings appeared in sequence:

Orange, orange, orange, orange, orange, orange, dark gold.

These seven Spirit Rings originated from the Ice Empress, Snow Empress, and the Deep-Sea Demon Whale King.

The three rings that followed were god-bestowed Spirit Rings condensed from immortal brew after Li Zhexian ascended to godhood.

The moment those three crystalline, shimmering Spirit Rings manifested,

the twin gold-and-silver rings erupted with dragon might that shook heaven and earth, forcibly replacing the original eighth and ninth Spirit Rings.

Buzz—

Buzz—

Golden and silver divine light intertwined into a pillar of radiance that pierced heaven and earth.

Two utterly different dragon roars resonated together in the clouds.

At this moment,

the Spirit Rings of Li Zhexian's twin Martial Souls—sword and wine—were finally complete.

They could be said to be unmatched in past, present, or future.

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Divine Realm

The gods, who were urgently constructing defensive barriers, suddenly felt the Divine Realm quake violently.

Already in ruins, the Divine Realm now swayed like a candle in the wind.

"Has the spacetime storm arrived early?!"

"No—it's not that! This disturbance seems to be coming from the lower realm!"

Ji Dong swept his sleeve, and clouds gathered into a curtain.

As the mist dispersed,

a scene from the lower realm appeared upon the light screen.

There stood a white-robed youth with his head bowed, as a torrential energy flow—one that even gods trembled before—washed over his body without end.

"The Sword Lord?!"

"When did the Sword Lord go to the lower realm?!"

As the gods watched in shock and uncertainty,

gold-and-silver dragon patterns were traced stroke by stroke across the youth's robes within the projection.

He slowly raised his head.

His left eye gleamed silver like the moon;

his right eye shone gold like the sun.

Crack!

The light screen shattered instantly.

A vast, resplendent divine might pierced through the projection.

The gods' expressions changed drastically as they instinctively activated their divine power to defend themselves.

Boom—boom—boom—boom!

Two colossal forces collided head-on.

Divine light shattered inch by inch, and the gods cried out as they were blasted toward the desolate fringes of the Divine Realm.

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