A wide field stretches beneath the pale sky, quiet and untouched, its surface covered in countless white flowers that sway gently in the cold breeze like drifting snow that has chosen to bloom instead of fall.
At the centre of the field, a small figure moves.
Biyun grips a wooden sword with both hands, his small body tense with effort as he swings it again and again in the sa simple motion, each strike cutting through the air with more determination than strength.
His breathing grows uneven.
His arms ache.
Yet he does not stop.
Hours pass.
The rhythm remains.
Swing.
Recover.
Swing again.
In his mind, a single thought repeats.
He wants to beco a hero.
Like his father.
He learned only recently that his father is even stronger than Uncle Chu Feng, soone he once believed to be the strongest person in the world.
That realisation fills him with awe.
With longing.
But as his thoughts drift to Chu Feng,
They lead him sowhere else.
To his mother.
The motion of his sword slows.
Then stops.
The field feels colder.
Lonelier.
A tightness forms in his chest.
His eyes sting.
Tears begin to gather, trembling at the edges.
He tries to hold them back.
But he cannot.
They fall.
One after another.
The wooden sword slips from his hand and lands softly among the flowers.
Biyun sinks to the ground beside it.
And cries.
His small shoulders shake as he buries his face in his arms, calling for soone who is not there.
Not far away, Yueqing watches.
She has been keeping an eye on him the entire ti.
The mont she sees him break, she steps forward quickly, her expression softening as she kneels beside him and gently pulls him into her arms.
Ti passes.
The sun moves across the sky.
By the ti it begins to dip, Yueqing carries Biyun through the mountains, surrounded by silent guards.
They arrive before a valley hidden deep within the ranges.
Three snow-covered peaks rise like ancient guardians, their white surfaces catching the fading sunlight, casting a faint golden glow across the frozen landscape.
Mist fills the valley below.
Thick.
Silent.
Alive.
As they approach, the mist stirs.
Then parts.
A narrow path reveals itself.
Yueqing pauses.
She glances at the guards.
“Stay here.”
Then she steps forward.
The mont she enters, the mist closes behind her, swallowing the outside world completely.
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Inside, the air is still.
Soft.
Biyun looks around nervously, his small hands clutching her clothes.
“Aunty… is my father here?”
Yueqing walks steadily ahead.
“He’s just ahead.”
Biyun hesitates, then asks quietly,
“Will father take to et my mother?”
Yueqing’s expression flickers.
“You’ll have to ask your father.”
They continue forward.
Step by step.
Until,
They erge from the mist.
Into a clearing.
Yueqing stops.
Freezes.
Biyun’s eyes widen.
And then,
He screams.
Before them stands a massive creature.
A dragon.
Its body resembles that of a great lizard, covered in deep violet scales that shimr faintly under the light.
A long, thorn-lined tail coils behind it.
Its head is serpentine yet edged with the sharp angles of a beast born for war.
Two wings rest folded along its sides, vast and heavy, carrying the weight of sothing far beyond mortal understanding.
Nearly ten feet tall,
A presence that fills the clearing.
Yueqing’s breath catches.
Shock floods her expression.
But she recognises it.
This form,
It resembles the dragon rin once manifested in battle.
The dragon opens its eyes.
Golden light glows faintly within them.
Its mouth does not move.
Yet its voice echoes clearly in their minds.
“Biyun, why are you screaming?”
The boy freezes.
Then slowly turns his head toward it.
That voice,
He knows it.
“…Father?”
“Yes.”
“I am your father.”
Biyun struggles in Yueqing’s arms.
“Aunty, let down!”
She hesitates only for a mont before setting him down.
The boy runs forward without fear.
Reaches the dragon.
Touches its scales.
His eyes light up.
“Oh!”
He looks up at the massive head, excitent replacing all fear.
“Father, can I turn into a dragon?”
rin answers calmly.
“Yes.”
“If you cultivate diligently and reach the Soul Awakening Stage, you will be able to.”
Biyun’s eyes shine.
“I want to be a dragon like you!”
For a while, he forgets everything else.
He climbs over rin’s body, laughing, exploring, eventually settling on his back with pure joy.
rin then turns his gaze toward Yueqing.
“Is there a reason you ca?”
Yueqing answers quietly.
“Biyun… was crying for Diexin.”
She does not hide the na.
She knows rin already understands.
The boy grows silent atop the dragon.
rin’s thoughts deepen.
Should he bring her back?
He let her leave once,
Because he did not yet understand the forces behind the Shen Family.
Now he does.
And even without her, they are already enemies.
Her return changes nothing.
He was not afraid then.
Now,
With his current strength,
There is even less reason to hesitate.
He closes his eyes.
Through the Law of Cause and Effect, threads appear before him.
Two connections.
Two marriages.
He follows one.
Finds her.
Far away.
In the northern reaches of the eastern ocean.
The location is vague,
His understanding is not yet precise.
But it is enough.
Then,
He notices sothing unexpected.
The second thread.
Song Xingli.
She is there as well.
rin opens his eyes.
“She is in the northern part of the eastern ocean.”
“Send Ziqi to retrieve her.”
Biyun cheers loudly from his back.
Joy returns instantly.
Hours later, Yueqing leaves the valley with him.
The mist closes once more.
Silence returns.
rin remains.
His massive form was still and unmoving.
Within,
Dragon energy continues to spread.
Transforming.
Replacing.
Turning his human body,
Into sothing far greater.
rin makes his choice without hesitation.
He will walk the path of the Human Dragon.
Not for transformation alone,
But for power.
For the Dao.
For the future that waits beyond this world.
He seeks to form the Virtual Dragon Dao Fruit.
Because to stand among the candidates for supremacy, he must fight them.
Defeat them.
Geniuses of the sa level.
Monsters shaped by countless worlds.
The Virtual Space Dao Fruit,
Vast.
Endless.
Containing all possibilities.
But that very vastness is its flaw.
Too wide.
Too slow.
He does not have the luxury of ti to refine it to its peak before the struggle begins.
The Virtual Dragon Dao,
Is different.
Narrow.
Focused.
Violent.
It grants exactly what he needs.
Speed.
Power.
A path built for combat.
And more importantly,
It is not separate.
It is a branch.
A manifestation of the Virtual Space Dao.
Once completed,
It can evolve.
Return.
Expand into the greater Dao Fruit.
This is his path.
This is his decision.
To beco a Human Dragon,
He follows the sa early stages as Chu Feng’s Black Dragon Riding the Wave.
Soul Awakening.
Soul Transformation.
Those steps do not change.
But the final step,
Diverges completely.
Chu Feng will build his Dragon Palace in the depths of rivers and oceans.
Anchored in the physical world.
Fed by faith from living beings.
But rin,
Will build his Dragon Palace in dreams.
In the minds of his believers.
He will gather faith,
Not in the waking world,
But within the dreamscape.
A world shaped by will.
By perception.
By belief.
He will forge an independent Dream World.
Then refine it.
Transform it.
Until it becos,
A Virtual World.
Only then,
Will he face the Saint Tribulation?
And beco a Dragon.
Not rely in body,
But in Dao.
The path is far more difficult.
Because dragons are not singular.
Each carries a different essence.
A different origin.
To unify them,
To define his own,
Requires absolute control.
Absolute clarity.
Far away,
On the restless sea,
Yu Diexin moves like a streak of frost.
Her sword cuts through the air.
An arc of icy energy surges outward.
A massive crocodile fish leaps from the water,
Only to be frozen mid-air.
Before it can fall,
A second strike lands.
A sharp burst of star-like energy crashes into it.
Shattering the frozen body into fragnts.
Beside her stands a young woman.
Star.
Her energy coils like a serpent,
Fluid.
Precise.
A week ago,
Diexin arrived at Serpent Island.
Chasing after Biyun.
But she was too late.
Chu Feng had already left.
Before she could follow,
The seas turned violent.
A beast riot erupted.
Creatures surged through the surrounding waters.
The entire region beca a battlefield.
She had no choice but to stay.
And she made a decision.
She would not risk her life recklessly.
Biyun needs her.
Alive.
Not lost to the sea.
So she remained.
To survive,
To cultivate,
She needed resources.
Money.
So she began hunting.
Beasts from the surrounding ocean.
Day after day.
Battle after battle.
It was during one of those hunts,
That she t Star.
A disciple of the Giant Serpent Gate.
The ruler of Serpent Island.
Their first eting was brief.
Their cooperation,
Accidental.
But sothing felt different.
A strange familiarity.
A quiet understanding.
Diexin does not know why.
But she feels close to her.
And it seems,
Star feels the sa.
Without needing words,
They begin hunting together.
Two figures moving across the sea.
Bound by sothing neither fully understands.
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