A new day dawned over the Star Dou Forest.
Golden sunlight slowly filtered through the towering ancient trees, scattering into fragnted rays that danced between leaves. The forest was quiet, eerily quiet, as if the world had forgotten, or refused to acknowledge, the chaos that had shaken it the previous night.
A few thin beams of light pierced through the holes in the hollow tree’s trunk, falling gently upon Qian Renxue’s face.
Her eyelashes trembled.
Her delicate brows knitted slightly.
And then she opened her eyes.
In the next instant, her body reacted on pure instinct.
Crack!
With a single upward motion, she leapt—and her head and shoulders smashed straight through the top of the hollow tree, shattering it like rotten wood.
Pieces of bark rained around her.
Qian Renxue blinked.
“…What?”
She looked at her fair, slender hands. They seed the sa—white, soft, unthreatening. But when she flexed them, it felt as if space itself faintly trembled around her knuckles.
She tightened her grip and punched out.
A shockwave rippled out.
A slow smile stretched across her lips.
“Looks like the fusion of both bloodlines has given trendous benefits.”
She took a slow breath. Deep within her body, her blood surged—thick, ancient.
She could feel it: the Silver Dragon King’s bloodline, which she assimilated two years ago, had granted her natural affinity with water, earth, wind, and darkness.
(Author Notes: She already possessed near-ultimate Fire and Light from her Seraphim martial soul (Angel Martial Soul); and Gold and Space from her fourth soul skill.)
And now… the Golden Dragon King’s bloodline burned hot in her veins, radiating a terrifying vitality and power.
“My physical strength has skyrocketed,” Qian Renxue murmured. “But not only that—”
And now both the bloodline had fused inside her.
She imdiately released and possessed her martial soul.
An aura of a mythical dragon perated, its form dignified yet tyrannical. The soul rings behind her floated like a crown, orbiting the back of her head like celestial rings of a god.
She felt it instantly.
“Huh. Just as I thought.”
Her eyes, glowing faintly purple-gold, narrowed in satisfaction.
“When I possess my martial soul now, even fully transford as a mythical creature… my mind remains stable. No fear of losing sanity, unless I forcefully unleash certain abilities.”
She reached out ntally to trace the bloodline within her.
“It’s as if the fusion of the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King… the rging of their essence… is forming sothing unique.”
Her voice softened,
“A rudintary… Dragon God’s bloodline.”
The mont she said that, her expression sharpened.
Her senses, now far beyond mortal,—caught sothing.
She turned her head slowly, and the light dimd in her eyes as her sixth soul ring lit up behind her.
6th soul skill : Fate’s Observer
Threads of destiny unfolded in her vision like an infinite tapestry.
Each thread led to futures, possibilities, choices—and she traced one particular thread that pulsed.
She smiled as her martial soul receded in an instant, her aura sinking back into her body like an ocean withdrawing its tide.
Qian Renxue stood calmly among the shattered remains, golden hair swaying in the light—her purple eyes gleaming.
(Author notes: SHE who cannot be nad will soon be known in the Douluo Continent.)
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A girl stepped gently through the dense undergrowth of Star Dou Forest.
Her skin was fair and delicate. Her figure was small, each movent light and refined, carrying the elegance of a noble raised with utmost care.
Her long, soft pink hair swayed behind her like a silken ribbon. Her eyes—light athyst, clear and brilliant—shone with innocence and curiosity.
She was Ning Rongrong, the daughter of Ning Fengzhi, clan leader of Seven Treasure Glazed Clan.
Anyone who saw her would think she was a noble young lady taking an afternoon stroll in a palace garden…
Not the outskirts of the most dangerous forest on the continent.
But Ning Rongrong wasn’t alone.
Two imposing figures followed closely behind her—one in white robes, dignified and calm, the other an old man whose body seed ordinary but whose re presence made space tremble slightly.
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
Their presence ford an invisible shield around Ning Rongrong. No matter how reckless their little princess walked, soul beasts lted away before getting close.
Ning Rongrong humd happily as she hopped over roots and rocks.
She had awakened the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda with an innate soul power of level nine.
And today—finally—she had reached level ten.
This was her first ti seeking a soul ring.
She wasn’t worried at all. Her father with Her grandfather was here.
Even the Star Dou Forest felt like a garden outing.
But Ning Fengzhi’s expression was anything but relaxed.
He leaned toward Gu Rong and whispered, his voice low and grave:
“Elder Gu… we should remain cautious. Our informants reported that a blinding light ca from the depths of the forest last night. Even those miles away felt a strange pressure.”
Gu Rong’s brows furrowed slightly, but his tone remained steady, reassuring:
“It is likely just two powerful soul beasts clashing in the core region. Such things happen when territories overlap.”
But then his voice deepened, losing the earlier ease.
“After all… the Fierce Beasts reside here. Creatures comparable to level 99 powerhouses. If any of them fought… the forest would light up like the sun.”
Ning Fengzhi shook his head.
“No. A soul beast tide would have already begun if they were restless.”
He paused, lowering his gaze.
“But last night’s light… I can’t shake the feeling that sothing unusual happened.”
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