Chapter:2 Birth of dragon sovereign
Zhe Tian groaned as he regained consciousness, his body still trembling from the golden lightning's strike. His mind felt heavy, as though an overwhelming force had descended upon it. Slowly opening his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar space—a vast expanse that defied logic.
Instead of the confines of his chamber, he stood amidst an endless universe. Stars, planets, and galaxies spun silently around him, their light casting an ethereal glow. In the distance, a colossal palace floated in the void, its structure majestic and ancient, exuding an aura of divine power.
His steps, though hesitant, carried him closer to the palace. As he approached, the grandeur of the structure became clearer. Its walls shimmered with a silver and golden light, ancient carvings of dragons weaving in and out of the stone. The doors, towering and engraved with intricate dragon motifs, opened silently as though welcoming him.
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Inside the palace, Zhe Tian's breath caught. The vast hall was lined with massive columns, each etched with runes pulsating faintly. At its center stood a throne unlike anything he had ever seen—crafted from an unknown crystalline material, it radiated power. Silver and golden flames danced around it, their light illuminating the chamber.
As his gaze lingered on the throne, a figure emerged from within the flames. It was a woman, impossibly beautiful, her presence commanding yet serene. Her long hair cascaded like liquid silver, and her eyes gleamed with a golden brilliance. She wore flowing robes adorned with dragon scales, and her very essence seemed to resonate with the universe around them.
"Zhe Tian," she spoke, her voice echoing like a melody across the endless hall. "You have finally awakened."
Zhe Tian froze, overwhelmed by her presence. "Who… who are you?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.
The woman smiled gently. "I am the spirit of this palace, the guardian of the legacy you now inherit. You may call me Xuan'yi."
"Legacy?" Zhe Tian frowned, confusion etched across his face.
Xuan'yi nodded, her expression softening. "You are no longer the crippled prince who was cast aside. The golden lightning that struck you was the will of the Dragon God, who chose you as his successor. Your body, bloodline, and very soul have been remade."
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Xuan'yi gestured toward Zhe Tian, and in an instant, his surroundings changed. He was now floating within a mirror-like sphere that reflected his own image. For the first time, he noticed the transformations in his appearance.
His once-black hair had turned into a mesmerizing blend of silver and gold, cascading down his shoulders like a flowing river of light. His eyes, now mismatched, gleamed with an otherworldly brilliance—one was silver with golden depths, and the other golden with silver depths. A faint silver dragon mark glowed on his forehead, and as he placed a hand on his chest, he felt the faint warmth of a golden dragon tattoo near his heart.
"Your body is now the **Divine Body of Emptiness**," Xuan'yi explained. "It is the rarest and most powerful physique in existence, capable of transcending the very laws of creation. You are the only one who possesses it, and none shall ever inherit it after you. With this body, your potential is limitless."
Zhe Tian's gaze remained fixed on his reflection, his mind reeling. "But… why me?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "I was a cripple. I had nothing."
Xuan'yi's expression grew solemn. "Precisely because you had nothing. The Dragon God, in his final moments, sacrificed himself for humanity. Yet humanity forgot him. He chose you because your heart, though scarred, remains pure. And because you possess the Divine Body of Emptiness, the only vessel capable of withstanding his power."
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"The changes within you are profound," Xuan'yi continued. "Your old bloodline has been erased. You now bear the **Ancient Dragon God Bloodline**, the purest and most powerful bloodline in existence. Your very marrow has been reshaped, and your soul has taken the form of a silver dragon, signifying your connection to the Dragon God."
Zhe Tian felt a surge of energy within him, unlike anything he had ever experienced. His blood, now a shimmering blend of silver and gold, pulsed with life. He instinctively placed his hand over his heart, feeling the faint thrum of the golden dragon tattoo.
"This bloodline grants you immense power," Xuan'yi said. "Your regenerative abilities are unparalleled. No wound, no matter how severe, will be able to destroy you. Your body is unbreakable, a fortress even the heavens themselves cannot shatter."
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"Furthermore," Xuan'yi continued, "you now hold the title of **Dragon Sovereign**, the rightful inheritor of the Dragon God's power. With it comes dominion over the stars and the moon. Unlike others who rely on the energy of heaven and earth, you draw strength directly from celestial bodies. The stars fuel your power, and the moon nourishes your soul."
Zhe Tian's mind struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what he was hearing. "If this is true," he said hesitantly, "then what happens to me now? What is my purpose?"
Xuan'yi's gaze softened. "Your journey is yours to decide, but know this: you are the guardian of the Dragon God's legacy. The power you wield is not just for yourself, but for the world that abandoned him. You will rise above the heavens and remind creation of the Dragon God's sacrifice."
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Xuan'yi stepped closer, her gaze piercing. "There is more to your transformation than what you see. Your dual-colored eyes symbolize the balance of power within you—silver for wisdom and divinity, gold for strength and dominance. Your hair, a blend of silver and gold, reflects the harmony of these forces."
Zhe Tian noticed a strange sensation in his mouth and ran his tongue over his teeth. Hidden within his cheeks were two dragon teeth, sharp and unyielding.
"Your body is unique," Xuan'yi continued. "It is the ultimate dual cultivation physique, capable of amplifying the power of those who cultivate with you. But be warned: your bloodline comes with a price. It is unlikely you will ever father children, as the Ancient Dragon God Bloodline is too powerful to pass on."
Zhe Tian felt a pang of sorrow at her words, but he quickly buried it. There was too much at stake for him to dwell on personal losses.
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As Xuan'yi finished speaking, the throne behind her began to glow. "Now, Zhe Tian," she said, "sit upon the throne and claim your inheritance. The power of the Dragon God awaits you."
Hesitating only briefly, Zhe Tian stepped forward. The moment he sat upon the throne, a surge of energy enveloped him. His body glowed with a golden-silver light, his blood boiling as the Ancient Dragon God Bloodline fully awakened within him.
Visions of the Dragon God's life flashed before his eyes—his battles, his sacrifices, and his final moments. Zhe Tian felt the weight of his legacy, but also the strength to carry it.
When the light faded, Zhe Tian stood taller, his aura radiant and divine. He clenched his fists, feeling the boundless power coursing through him. For the first time in his life, he was no longer weak, no longer helpless.
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Xuan'yi smiled, her form beginning to fade. "Your journey begins now, Zhe Tian. The universe is vast, and your destiny lies beyond the stars. Remember, you are the Dragon Sovereign. Rise, and show the world your might."
As her voice faded, the palace began to dissolve, and Zhe Tian found himself back in his chamber. The faint glow of the dragon marks on his forehead and chest served as a reminder of his transformation.
Zhe Tian took a deep breath, his resolve firm. He was no longer the crippled prince who had been cast aside. He was the Dragon Sovereign, the inheritor of the Dragon God's legacy. And his journey was only beginning.