Kong Island stands at the heart of movent and ambition.
It is never quiet.
Ships arrive from every direction, cutting through waves or gliding across the sky.
Cultivators move constantly, arriving, departing, gathering, and planning.
It is the bridgehead of the Three Lotus Sects and the countless sects and clans of the Eastern Ocean.
From here, they prepare their expansion.
From here, they strike toward the Central Ocean.
Toward the Sea Demon Clans.
Today, that movent stops.
Without warning,
Demonic energy erupts from the ocean.
Violent.
Unrestrained.
The sea splits.
From its depths, the Sea Demon Clans surge forward.
Endless.
Ferocious.
Their roars shake the sky.
Their auras churn the waves into storms.
The alarm spreads instantly across Kong Island.
The great formation activates.
Light rises from the ground.
Runes bloom across the island like a living net.
A barrier forms.
Massive.
Impenetrable.
Cultivators outside abandon their advance.
They turn back.
Rush toward the island.
Enter before the formation seals completely.
Positions are taken.
Defensive lines form.
Weapons are drawn.
The first wave hits.
Sea demons crash against the barrier with brute force.
Claws.
Teeth.
Bodies hardened by the ocean.
Spells follow.
Water blades.
Demonic currents.
Explosions of dark energy.
The formation trembles.
But holds.
Inside,
The cultivators counterattack.
Spells rise into the sky like blooming beans.
Endless.
Bright.
Deadly.
They fall upon the sea demons like a harvest.
Cutting them down.
Burning them.
Freezing them.
The ocean turns red.
A small victory forms.
Hope sparks.
Then,
The sky darkens.
Above the island, shadows appear.
Flying ships descend.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
They fill the sky.
Between them,
Flying demons.
Angel puppets.
Forces of the Star Singer Tower.
The trap closes.
From below, the Sea Demons continue their assault.
From above, the Star Singer Tower strikes.
The formation trembles violently.
Cracks spread across its surface.
Light flickers.
Breaks.
The pressure becos unbearable.
Then,
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It shatters.
The barrier collapses.
And the massacre begins.
Demons surge onto the island.
Star Singer forces descend.
Cultivators are caught between two tides.
Blood flows through the streets.
Screams fill the air.
Defence lines collapse instantly.
Resistance shatters.
Kong Island falls.
In hours,
The news spreads.
Across the Eastern Ocean.
Shock.
Rage.
Fear.
All at once.
An ergency gathering is called.
The Eastern Ocean eting.
Leaders of sects and clans gather without delay.
Decisions are made quickly.
There is no ti for hesitation.
War is declared.
Within an hour,
Ships launch.
Thousands.
They sail across the ocean.
They rise into the sky.
All heading westward.
Toward the Central Ocean.
Toward the Star Singer Tower.
The two greatest powers of the world collide.
The war begins.
At the sa ti,
Far from Kong Island,
Within the flying fleet led by Ziqi.
The journey has already begun.
Before the fall of Kong Island.
Before the war erupted.
They had already moved.
After the battle at Serpent Island,
The five Soul Awakening enemies were struck down.
Three killed.
Two escaped.
The cost was high.
But the outco is decisive.
Ziqi takes command.
He leads the fleet forward.
Within one of the central ships,
Two figures remain.
Yu Diexin.
Song Xingli.
The First Mistress.
The Second Mistress.
The titles settle heavily between them.
The journey continues.
Toward ho.
At the junction of the Eastern Ocean,
Two figures depart.
Chu Feng.
Shi Yang.
They leave without hesitation.
Their paths diverge once more.
The fleet continues onward.
But Yu Diexin and Song Xingli remain in their respective rooms, doors closed, silence sealing them apart.
Neither steps out.
Neither seeks the other.
They do not know how to face each other anymore.
When they first t, there was an instinctive closeness.
A quiet pull.
A strange familiarity they could not explain.
They even joked about it.
That they might be long-lost sisters separated at birth.
Now the truth stands before them,
They are sisters.
Not imagined.
Not a coincidence.
But real.
And yet…
They do not feel like sisters.
The bond they joked about now becos sothing heavy.
Awkward.
Uncertain.
What were they before?
What are they now?
Neither has an answer.
So they remain alone.
Inside their rooms.
Avoiding the question.
Avoiding each other.
The fleet sails on.
Through sky and sea.
Toward Dragon City.
Far ahead,
In a secluded valley near Dragon City, rin remains in his dragon form.
His massive body rests among the mountains.
Breathing steadily.
Cultivating.
He does not need this form to transform his cells.
Even in human shape, he can refine them.
He has complete control.
Every cell responds to his will.
He can shift forms freely.
But the dragon form…
Is optimal.
It accelerates everything.
The transformation.
The refinent.
The growth of his power.
So he remains.
Still.
Focused.
The valley trembles faintly with each breath he takes.
Energy gathers around him like a silent storm.
Then,
A presence approaches.
A guard.
He stops at a distance.
Bows respectfully.
“City Lord.”
rin’s massive eyes open slightly.
“What is it?”
“The six Mountain Peak Lords… and a Great Elder from the Totem Palace have arrived.”
“They request an audience.”
rin’s gaze sharpens.
A flicker of thought passes through his mind.
He has never t them.
Not when he built Dragon City within their territory.
Not when he broke through to the Soul Awakening Stage.
They showed no interest then.
So why now?
Sothing must have changed.
Sothing big enough to move them.
He looks at the guard.
“Do you know why?”
The guard hesitates briefly.
Then answers.
“We received news…”
“The Eastern Ocean sects and clans, led by the Three Lotus Sects…”
“…have begun a full-scale war.”
“They are fighting the Sea Demon Clans…”
“…and the Star Singer Tower.”
Silence follows.
The air grows heavier.
Even the wind seems to pause.
rin’s eyes narrow slowly.
The world…
Has begun to move.
The mont the Star Singer Tower declares war, everything becos clear.
Their Leader is preparing to break through the Saint Stage.
Such a breakthrough cannot tolerate interference.
Even the slightest disturbance can cause failure.
So he clears the board.
Removes every uncertain factor.
Every potential threat.
rin’s eyes deepen as the realisation settles.
That is why he was targeted before.
Before he even advanced to the Soul Awakening Stage.
Not because he was a threat then,
But because he could beco one.
Now the world shifts around that single intent.
He asures the situation calmly.
Dragon City is strong.
Strong enough to defend itself.
If the Star Singer Tower cos directly, he can hold them.
Even under siege, he will endure.
He can absorb spiritual energy.
He does not rely on food.
But the people,
They do.
If the city is surrounded, they will starve.
Collapse from within.
Defence alone is not enough.
He must keep the battlefield away.
Push the war outward.
Far from Dragon City.
That ans one thing.
Support the Three Lotus Sects.
Support the Eastern Ocean forces.
Let them hold the line.
Let them beco the battlefield.
But his own forces…
Are too new.
Too weak.
They cannot stand in such a war.
Sending them would only waste lives.
His thoughts sharpen.
There is only one option.
“I need the Totem Palace to enter the war.”
An ancient power.
Older than both the Three Lotus Sects and the Star Singer Tower.
Even in decline,
Their foundation remains terrifying.
A lean cal is still stronger than a horse.
If they move,
The balance shifts.
The Star Singer Tower will be forced to divide its attention.
Held back from advancing toward the Magoon Mountains.
Toward Dragon City.
His gaze lifts slightly.
“They ca to …”
“Then they must think the sa.”
Decision made.
His body begins to change.
The massive dragon shrinks.
Scales recede.
Skin returns.
Claws soften into hands and feet.
Wings fold inward and vanish.
His face reshapes,
Returning to human form.
Only his eyes remain.
Violet.
Deep.
A trace of dragon is still hidden within.
He raises his hand.
Energy gathers.
A black robe forms around him.
It settles naturally over his body.
His aura shifts.
Dragon fades.
Human rises.
Contained.
Controlled.
He exhales softly.
“It feels like wearing tight, restrictive clothing.”
But necessary.
He lifts into the air.
Floating upward from the valley.
Then turns toward the distance.
Dragon City.
The place where decisions will shape the coming war.
Without hesitation,
He moves.
rin flies through the sky, wind tearing past him as his gaze drifts downward toward Dragon City in the distance.
What once was only a small island,
A fragnt of land he created within a lake using his magic power,
Has transford.
Now it spreads outward.
Expanding across the surrounding lands.
Growing every single day.
Tribes arrive continuously.
Small.
Weak.
Scattered.
They co carrying their totems.
Their faith.
Their survival.
And they offer it all.
They sacrifice their totems to the Dragon Totem.
rge their existence into his domain.
rin never asked for it.
He never needed to.
He only continued cultivating.
Only grew stronger.
And that was enough.
Because in this world,
Power is everything.
Strength is truth.
With every increase in his cultivation, the city grows more stable.
More attractive.
More irresistible.
People co because they believe.
Believe that he can protect them.
From the chaos.
From the beasts.
From the endless wars.
And in return,
They gain power.
The Dragon Totem grants them strength.
A path to survive.
A path to fight.
Unlike the rest of the world,
Where knowledge is hoarded.
Hidden.
Guarded behind walls of secrecy,
rin reveals it openly.
A path leading toward the Soul Transformation Stage.
Clear.
Visible.
Achievable.
For the ambitious,
For the desperate,
For the fearless,
He becos sothing else entirely.
A centre.
A force.
A black hole.
Drawing everything inward.
All he needs to do…
Is continue.
And eventually,
Everything will be consud.
He watches the city silently.
Satisfied.
Then,
Sothing changes.
The sky flickers.
Stars appear.
In the middle of the day.
Bright.
Sharp.
Unnatural.
A voice echoes across space.
Cold.
Commanding.
“Five Elent Star Formation, rise.”
In an instant,
The world disappears.
rin’s vision shifts.
The sky.
The land.
Everything is gone.
He stands in darkness.
A vast black space surrounds him.
Stars shine in every direction.
Endless.
Watching.
Waiting.
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