Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Just as I was about to take a closer look, I saw that the fish were as nimble as lightning, their bodies incredibly slippery. Taking advantage of the boiling lava, their red liquid shot into the sky, like dragons emerging from the sea. Dozens of fish, like a well-trained battle team, quickly dived to the bottom of the pool.

Concealing their presence, only one or two daring individuals ventured upstream, seemingly eager to investigate.

These fish exude an extraordinary aura, resembling mythical creatures clad in golden armor. Their bodies are covered in shimmering runes, like divine pronouncements inscribed by ancient deities. They dance with the crimson glow, their golden glittering like twinkling stars in the night sky, dazzling and captivating.

"These powers are too pure."

Jiang Nian felt a surge of emotions within him after a brief moment of sensing. This so-called divine substance was like a mysterious gift box containing endless treasures, its power pure and boundless, beyond imagination, as if it could reshape the world and reverse destiny, causing his heart to pound and making it difficult for him to calm down.

This time, following the instructions of the incarnation of the black energy, I came to collect Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces. I never expected that such rare treasures would be hidden here, as if it were a generous gift quietly bestowed by fate.

"It seems that this formation not only protects the twelve golden palaces, but may also be responsible for creating this divine substance."

Jiang Shinian's gaze burned with desire, like a gluttonous beast that had been starving for a long time seeing a delicacy, its eyes gleaming with covetousness.

The pool was filled with crimson and pale gold droplets of void liquid, seemingly exuding a bewitching charm. The fragrance was faint and lingering, like invisible threads that captivated the soul. This was clearly a divinely granted opportunity, and to miss it would be an eternal regret.

Jiang Shi Nian steeled his resolve, and his dragon claw shot out, like a golden blade slicing through the night sky, gently grazing the surface of the magma.

In an instant, it was as if a mysterious passage had opened, and a vast power, like a surging tide, rushed into his body, causing him to tremble. A strong intuition surged in his heart: if he could absorb all of this pool of divine matter, his own fire source would be transformed, becoming powerful enough to shake the heavens and earth and intimidate gods and demons.

"thump"

A resolute glint flashed in Jiang Shinian's eyes. His figure, like a roc spreading its wings, soared into the air, took a steady step, and slowly landed in the pool.

"buzz"

The moment his feet touched the magma, a strange sight appeared: wisps of crimson light, like tamed serpents, visibly surged into his body, like a bubbling river, carrying intense heat and boundless energy, nourishing his limbs and bones.

Beside him, the group of shimmering golden fish, like guardians whose territory had been invaded, suddenly became restless; this pond was their paradise for survival.

Now that this "green monster" has barged in so abruptly, it seems like an unreasonable invader. It not only takes a bath, but also seems to want to uproot and devour their homeland. How can they remain calm and composed?

"Wow!"

Dozens of fish, like arrows released from a bow, carrying waves of magma, rushed straight towards Jiang Shi Nian with fierce momentum. With their mouths open, they spat out fiery bubbles, which shimmered with golden light, like dreamlike golden balls, and floated leisurely towards Jiang Shi Nian.

She appears beautiful but harbors deadly intent. Yet, when she falls on him, it's like a drop of water falling into the sea—silent and harmless, like a child playing.

"???"

Seeing that their attacks were ineffective, the fish, like enraged warriors, changed tactics and charged wildly towards Jiang Nian with their agile bodies.

"crash"

The golden fish stirred the lava, sending it soaring into the sky like a volcanic eruption, before it fell back down in a soft spray. Though the splashes were small, they revealed their struggle and resentment.

But all of this was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of Jiang Shinian; it was all in vain.

"buzz"

Jiang Shinian remained unmoved and as steady as Mount Tai, like an old monk in deep meditation. As soon as he entered the magma, the pool water seemed to be infused with a soul, instantly shimmering and the bright red liquid resembled ignited liquor.

The life force surged and erupted, like a sleeping beast awakening and roaring, and the fragrance became increasingly rich and fragrant, as if it could stir the soul and intoxicate people.

At the same time, the pool of golden flowers seemed to receive a mysterious command, and almost all of them bloomed, like fireworks bursting forth, extremely dazzling.

Then it quickly withered away, transforming into divine radiance, like stars shattering and scattering light, before reforming into a flower stem that silently disappeared into the pool, seemingly gathering strength for its next rebirth and bloom.

Although Jiang Shinian was in the form of a dragon, at this moment it was as if every pore on his body was open, and he could feel the gentle touch of every bit of power.

The feeling of comfort was different from the excitement of the talisman returning to its place. It was like the pleasant feeling of bathing in a gentle breeze under the warm spring sun, which made him hum aloud involuntarily. The sound echoed leisurely by the pool, as if playing a strange melody.

Then, the pool water seemed to be a powder keg that had been ignited, and an extremely powerful aura spread out, causing the pool water to boil wildly like hot porridge.

The bright red nectar tinged with pale gold, like a flowing ribbon, quickly enveloped and wrapped Jiang Shinian, layer upon layer, constantly condensing until it finally formed a large cocoon, like a sacred cocoon nurturing a divine child, shining brightly and radiantly.

The golden flowers continued to bloom and wither outside the cocoon, turning into a golden stream that flowed into it, as if providing nourishment for this mysterious transformation.

After a long time, the divine matter was almost completely consumed by Jiang Shinian. The dozens of fish in the pool were like fish out of water, and could only struggle and thrash at the bottom of the pool with their bodies turned to the side.

Beside them, plant roots and stems, like withered old vines, coiled together, lifeless and trapped in a corner, as if telling the story of the desolation after this plunder of power.

After an unknown period of time, the large golden cocoon, resembling a small, blazing sun fallen to earth, floated in the pool, its light piercing through the water and scattering all around, as if announcing a new life, or perhaps lying dormant, waiting for the moment it would break free of its cocoon and shock the world.

Chapter 115 Transformation

Within that mysterious and profound golden cocoon, Jiang Shinian resembled a reclusive master who had retreated from the mortal world to cultivate in seclusion. He was surrounded by dazzling light, as if a god had personally draped him in a golden armor.

He was immersed in a vast and powerful sea of ​​energy, every inch of his skin and every pore like a ravenous beast, frantically and greedily absorbing the surging and turbulent power from all around.

It was an instinctive drive, and an extreme thirst for power, as if to imprint all this endless energy onto one's soul and body, every minute and every second a deep fusion with power.

Each breath is accompanied by the surging ebb and flow of energy, accumulating enough resources to change the world.

Until that power, like a surging flood, reached its peak, just like a river overflowing on a full moon night, about to break through the banks, the sudden change was like a bolt from the blue, descending without warning.

Jiang Shinian felt as if a bomb buried deep in his heart had suddenly exploded in his chest.

The excruciating pain felt like thousands of steel needles piercing the heart, or like surging magma pouring into the depths of the bone marrow.

The rampant burning and churning caused the golden cocoon around his body to tremble violently, as if it had suffered a catastrophe.

Visible cracks spread across the cocoon, resembling a tattered spiderweb.

It seemed as if it would fall apart and turn into countless fragments at any moment.

However, misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and all things in the world oscillate between the transformation of yin and yang and the interdependence of misfortune and fortune.

This excruciating pain, like that of purgatory, is a harsh baptism before a rebirth.

After its rampage, strange and mysterious ripples appeared on Jiang Shinian's body.

The ripples resembled lively water patterns, concealing surging vitality and change beneath the calm lake surface.

At the same time, it was as if a string of crackling firecrackers had been ignited inside his body, or as if a New Year's firecracker feast was playing between his flesh and bones.

Each crisp sound is accompanied by a leap in bodily function.

Each tremor signifies a rise in the level of life towards a transcendent and sacred realm.

The entire being, along with the large cocoon that was teetering on the brink of collapse yet stubbornly holding on, radiated a dazzling light that was almost dizzying.

That light contained the hope of new life and endless possibilities.

"boom!"

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted from within the cocoon, like the fury of an ancient, primordial beast, or the resounding toll of a great bell in the deepest hell, piercing through the shackles of time and space, shaking the souls of all things in the world.

The golden cocoon seemed to be ignited by the karmic fire from the depths of hell, burning fiercely with flames soaring into the sky.

Within those blazing flames, Jiang Shinian's flesh and blood mingled with his immense power, intertwining and refining each other, emitting dazzling rays of light that resembled dreamlike clouds, magnificent and enchanting.

Amidst the dazzling sunset, wisps of black mist, like phantoms of the night, were hidden, mysterious and profound.

It's like adding a few bold and elusive strokes to a beautiful painting, concealing unknown mysteries and creations.

Correspondingly, the pool, which carried the sedimentation of countless years and mysterious power, was also stirred up by an invisible giant hand, causing turbulent waves and violent turbulence.

The crimson glow in the pool was like a primordial beast whose seal had been broken, surging and churning like a raging tide, rushing towards the shaky yet radiant cocoon with a destructive force, as if to completely engulf it.

In this frantic struggle of forces, divine matter was like a sponge that had been drained of its juices, almost completely dried up.

Only a shallow puddle of liquid remained at the bottom of the pool, barely clinging to life, emitting a faint, almost invisible glow.

Those fish that were originally swimming and playing freely in the divine waters.

At this moment, it could only struggle and writhe in the remaining liquid, its gills opening and closing with difficulty, and its tail wagging weakly, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this near-desperate situation.

The green plants that live by the water are also withered and dying, their branches and leaves drooping and their flowers withering, struggling on the edge of life and death, showing signs of decay.

This transformation is like a life charging wildly through a storm, striving to climb towards a higher level that is both unattainable and alluring. It is a life-or-death act of defying fate.

Every step was accompanied by blood and sweat, and every breakthrough was a cry and struggle from the depths of the soul.

As the process came to an end, the cocoon, having endured hardship and trials, seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by nature, the master craftsman, shedding its original roughness and superficiality, and becoming crystal clear.

Like a flawless jade fallen from the heavens to the mortal world, it exudes a terrifying pressure that commands respect, much like a king who has ascended the throne and looks down upon all living beings.

At this moment, he seemed to have eaten his fill and no longer drew water from the pool, finally leaving a glimmer of hope for the creatures in the pool who had been struggling on the edge of life and death for so long. He was like a compassionate god who, after exerting his power, granted the ants a sliver of hope for survival.

Day and night alternate, like a fleeting moment, passing in the blink of an eye. A day and a night seem to pass in the blink of an eye.

And that large cocoon, cast in platinum, after a long period of waiting and settling.

Suddenly, a strange movement arose, making a cracking sound, like the crisp sound of ice breaking under the warm spring sun, heralding the arrival of new life.

On the cocoon shell, blood-red lines appeared out of thin air, like winding rivers of blood, crisscrossing and intersecting, resembling a mysterious ancient rune array, concealing the code to usher in a new era.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, as if Pangu had cleaved the world with his axe, the cocoon burst open.

The endless flames, like apocalyptic raging waves, soared into the sky with a destructive force, sweeping away everything in their path.

The blazing, seemingly inextinguishable flames of the heavens surrounding the area now appear as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, illuminated by the raging inferno.

Now it was on the verge of being extinguished, the dim flames trembling in the wind, as if telling of past glory and present desolation.

After all, this pool is the core of this great formation, and its energy comes from the essence of the sun collected by the Qian Tian Ming Huo day after day and year after year.

It also supports the flame's survival, much like the heart is to the body—they rise and fall together.

After ten years, Jiang emerged from his cocoon, standing proudly in the pond like a phoenix reborn.

Surrounded by raging flames, as if clad in a suit of fire armor, yet completely unharmed, her skin was as translucent as if sculpted from crystal, radiating a warm and mysterious glow.

The once eerie and somewhat sinister green skin of the Holy Lord has been completely removed, as if it were an old shackle, and replaced by a dazzling gold.

The gold seemed to have been painted by the sun god himself, shining brightly, with a noble purple aura faintly visible within.

Like a shining imperial star in the night sky, he appeared as a god descending to earth, looking down upon the mortal world, exuding an aura of majesty and dominance that made people dare not look directly at him.

Chapter 116 The Black Qi Reappears

This transformation can be described as a miraculous journey of rebirth, a magnificent turn of life from the mundane to the extraordinary.

Jiang Shinian felt as if he were a spirit about to break free from his mortal body and transform into a true dragon. Every inch of his flesh and blood, every strand of his soul, was cheering and rejoicing, feeling this earth-shattering change.

The moment he opened his eyes, a beam of blood-red light, like lightning, shot out from his eyes, piercing through the void and shaking everything. His gaze was filled with the perseverance that came after enduring hardships and a burning yearning for the future journey.

The key point is that this transformation was not caused by any dark forces, thus avoiding the risk of the protagonist group getting out of control due to the support of righteousness. It was like a captain skillfully avoiding hidden reefs and treacherous shoals, thus paving a smooth road for his future voyage.

Jiang Shi Nian was resolute, like a shrewd and experienced chess player, silently making his plans in his mind.