Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

She could feel it; the thin membrane separating her from a higher realm was getting thinner and thinner, until it was almost non-existent.

Like a layer of ice about to melt, it only needs one last gentle touch to shatter completely.

Xisu took a deep breath, then extended his right claw and gently touched the Dragon God Core.

In an instant, the entire Dragon Realm fell silent.

The wind stopped, the light spots on the keel froze, and even the ancient aura that had flowed in the air for countless millennia came to a standstill at this moment.

Then, the light exploded.

Seven-colored light poured out from the core of the Dragon God, like an inverted galaxy, enveloping Xisu entirely.

The light surged into her body like living things, passing through her scales, seeping into her flesh and blood, merging into her bone marrow, and finally converging into the deepest part of her soul.

Hissu's body slowly rose in the light, hovering above the dragon god's skull.

She could feel herself undergoing some kind of fundamental change, with the power within her being reorganized, integrated, and sublimated.

The inheritance from the ancient dragon race, the divine power sealed by the core of the dragon god for ten thousand years, and all the foundation she had accumulated during her growth were completely integrated into one at this moment.

Creation and destruction, two completely different forces, intertwine and entwine within her, like two giant dragons chasing each other.

Sometimes they intertwine and become inseparable, and sometimes they occupy their own side like yin and yang fish.

Beyond those two powers, there was an even more unique light flowing—her innate power of hope, like a seven-colored ribbon, freely weaving between creation and destruction.

The light wasn't intense, but it carried an extremely warm feeling.

Its existence creates an invisible bond between those two extreme and seemingly irreconcilable forces, allowing them to coexist, to communicate, and to gradually settle down after violent collisions, forming a more stable structure.

This process lasted a long time.

So long that the light spots rising from the dragon bones had all merged into her body, so long that the light from the core of the dragon god gradually softened from its intense intensity.

When the last ray of light completely merged into her body, all the strange phenomena slowly subsided.

Xisu floated in mid-air, the seven-colored halo around her rising and falling steadily like breathing.

She could feel that her power had been completely sublimated. It was a feeling of standing on the top of a mountain, looking down on everything, a feeling of transcending all limitations and finally touching that highest threshold.

She looked down at her own claws, then at the dragon god's skull that had been lying silently beneath her for who knows how many years.

She slowly descended back to the ground, gently pressing her claws against the front of the massive dragon skeleton, her posture solemn and devout.

"From today onwards, I will take your place." Her voice was not loud, but it clearly resounded throughout the entire Dragon Realm.

"I will protect the dragon race, protect this land, and protect the souls that have passed away and those that are still alive. This is the oath I swore in the name of the Dragon God."

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire Dragon Realm lit up once again.

It wasn't the kind of light that was stimulated by external forces, but a light that emanated from within, like an awakening.

The luster on the surface of those dragon bones became even brighter, and the remnant souls sleeping in various parts of the dragon realm seemed to be awakened by her vow, emitting low resonances.

Xisu sensed it; she could clearly feel that the entire Dragon Realm was responding to her declaration.

Those ancient heroes are expressing their recognition and entrustment in their own way.

She straightened up, turned around, and took in every corner of the entire Dragon Realm. Now she had complete control over everything in this space.

She could clearly feel the location of every dragon bone, the fluctuations of every wisp of remnant soul, and the subtle tremors of every inch of space. The entire Dragon Realm was like an extension of her body at this moment, and the boundaries of this space were the places her consciousness could reach.

She looked down at her own claws, her amber dragon eyes swirling with complex emotions.

Dragon God.

She became the Dragon God.

After Xisu's power reached a critical point, some memories in her brain were unsealed, which allowed her to learn certain truths.

She learned the truth about being summoned to Douluo Continent. Those fragments scattered in the fairy tale world, those fairy tale characters chosen by the system and summoned by Lin Wan, had all been carrying a mission she hadn't fully understood before.

Hisu remained silent for a long time.

She hovered above the dragon god's skull, with seven-colored light slowly flowing around her, making her figure appear as if she were the core of this space.

She sorted out her chaotic thoughts one by one, piecing together fragments of memories that had been sealed away for who knows how long into a complete picture.

The truth about the fairy tale world, the purpose of being summoned, and the responsibilities she should now bear were all clearly unfolding in her mind.

Xisu knew that she still had a lot to do. But she also knew that she couldn't accomplish the final mission alone.

That matter requires the combined efforts of all the summoned fairy tale characters; they need to act simultaneously at the right time, in the right place, and in the right way to achieve the predetermined goal.

But what she needs to do now is something else entirely.

Since she inherited the position of the Dragon God, it means that she has taken on the responsibilities of the Dragon God.

Xisu lowered his head, his gaze piercing through the eternally dim void of the Dragon Realm, landing in a certain direction in the far distance, as if some ancient connection was humming softly in that void.

She extracted a message from the Dragon God's throne, a call containing the Dragon God's primordial aura, and sent it along the connection channel left in the inheritance of the throne towards the distant unknown space.

The message wasn't complicated; it was just a simple confirmation.

Its goals are in two directions.

One is in the realm of gods, imprisoned by layers of seals.

Another power related to this lies dormant deep within the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Great Forest of Douluo Continent.

After the information was sent out, Xisu could feel the two connections slowly awakening, like a long-sealed door being gently knocked on, with a response coming from inside.

She hovered in mid-air, sensing the two awakening connections, and did not rush to act.

She knew that the response from both sides wouldn't come too quickly, but it wouldn't keep her waiting too long either.

Meanwhile, deep within the realm of gods, a storm far more violent than she had anticipated had already erupted.

A deafening roar suddenly came from the depths of the divine realm, causing the entire realm to tremble violently.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, the temple trembled, and even the divine mountains that floated in the void shifted slightly.

Almost simultaneously, all the gods raised their heads and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Their expressions gradually changed from initial astonishment to disbelief and solemnity.

That is the place where the Golden Dragon King was sealed.

The Golden Dragon King, which had been sealed and suppressed by layers of divine power for countless years, suddenly unleashed an unprecedentedly violent force.

The Golden Dragon King's body shimmered with intense golden light, each scale like a ignited star, radiating a terrifying pressure capable of tearing space apart.

He repeatedly struck the seal laid down by the five great god-kings, each strike causing the entire divine realm to tremble.

The sealing array was flashing intensely, and fine cracks appeared on its surface.

The cracks spread extremely quickly, rapidly expanding from a few thin lines into a spiderweb-like network of fissures, like ice being repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer.

Chapter 554 Different Choices

The five divine kings reacted almost simultaneously. Their figures transformed into five streams of light, rushing from various parts of the divine realm toward the sealed land at the same time.

The Asura God's crimson sword light arrived first, transforming into a massive crimson light curtain that covered the seal, attempting to stabilize the crumbling barrier with its own divine power.

The God of Destruction followed closely behind, his surging black mist flowing into the cracks as if it were a tangible substance, attempting to forcibly fill the spreading fissures.

The God of Life, the God of Goodness, and the God of Evil also acted simultaneously, and five completely different divine powers converged in the same area at the same moment, stabilizing the crumbling seal for a brief instant.

But it was only for a moment.

The Golden Dragon King let out a roar that shook the universe, a roar that carried a madness and urgency that had been suppressed for countless years and had finally found an outlet.

His body swelled up again, and fine patterns appeared on the surface of his golden scales, like a beast that had been sleeping for too long finally baring all its fangs.

He struck again, this time with far greater force than ever before.

The seal's light flickered violently a few times before shattering with a deafening roar.

A colossal golden body soared into the sky from the shattered seal, its dragon roar resounding throughout the universe, like ancient thunder echoing in the sky of this divine realm.

Those golden vertical pupils reflected the entire turbulent sea of ​​clouds, as well as the five god-king figures rushing towards him.

The Golden Dragon King did not pause.

His gaze passed over the gods approaching him, over the clouds and palaces of the divine realm, and precisely locked onto a certain direction in the distant void.

Those golden vertical pupils surged with extremely complex emotions: urgency, longing, and a sense of belonging, as if they had finally found their home.

The gods' attack followed immediately.

Several chains of divine power released by different gods surged from all directions, attempting to bind the giant beast that had just escaped its confinement once again.

Blades, beams of light, and domains—a variety of attacks landed on his enormous body almost simultaneously.

But the attacks that landed on him were like raindrops falling on a red-hot iron plate, easily deflected or absorbed, leaving not even a shallow mark.

The Golden Dragon King's defensive capabilities far exceeded the level that the gods remembered.

No, it should be said that too much time has passed, and the gods have forgotten how powerful the Golden Dragon King's defenses are.

The gods' expressions turned somewhat grim.

They knew that the Golden Dragon King had inherited the physical strength of the Dragon God, and his pure physical strength was almost unmatched in the entire divine realm.

However, the defensive capabilities he displayed at this moment still exceeded their expectations.

The Golden Dragon King ignored the attacks that landed on him.

His gaze remained fixed on that distant direction, and his massive body turned in mid-air, hurtling towards that direction.

He was incredibly fast, like a golden meteor streaking across the sky of the divine realm, knocking aside all the gods who tried to block his way.

The expressions of the five divine kings turned completely grim. They attacked simultaneously, their five divine powers like five giant dragons locking onto the Golden Dragon King from different directions.

At that very moment, an extremely distant yet incredibly clear will pierced through the sky of the divine realm and precisely descended upon the battle between the gods and the Golden Dragon King.

The moment that will descended, all the gods in the divine realm felt an indescribable sense of stagnation.

The divine power stagnated.

No, it's not stagnation, but rather a feeling of being suppressed by something at the level of rules.

The divine power within them was still flowing, but the flow had slowed down, as if they were sinking into an invisible swamp.

Several gods' expressions suddenly changed.