An inexplicable pressure exploded outward from Qian Renxue's body.
The Seven Divine Rings behind her head, revolving slowly in layered halos of light.
Seven Rings was the mark of a First-Class God.
At the same time—
Twelve wings unfurled behind her. Each feather shimmered with complex golden runes. While they seemed 3 dimensional it was some kind of unknown that should not be comprehended, this was her mythical form.
Her purple pupils narrowed into vertical draconic slits, and some dragon scales appeared on her body.
An aura of mental storm spread outward.
If a mortal were present, they would not even comprehend what they were seeing. Their minds would fracture before their eyes could focus.
Qian Renxue turned her head slightly toward the center of the Dragon Realm.
Her gaze pierced through distance and ruins.
"There you are… Remnants from an old era…"
Her voice softened faintly.
"Still lingering."
Without further hesitation—She rose into the air.
With a blur—she vanished and a golden streak cut across the desolate sky.
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Centre of the Dragon Realm
At the absolute core of the Dragon Realm stood a lingering soul obsession, a trace of will that refused to dissipate.
He stood in human form.
A man appearing to be in his thirties—tall, straight-backed, bearing a face that combined dignity with restrained majesty. He wore a long robe woven in nine subtle hues. The colors shifted faintly just naturally harmonious.
His eyes were clear like still water.
Within them shimmered countless phenomena—nebulae forming and collapsing, laws intertwining, the faint radiance of nine-colors.
He was only a trace, a remnant of the once-supreme Dragon God.
Yet even as a fragment—his presence reached the level of a true God.
In his prime, the Dragon God had stood at the peak of God Kings. Now, reduced to a obsession, he guarded what remained of his clan.
For three days, he had watched, the intruder. He whispered softly to himself:
"Is there… a descendant of mine left in this world?"
His gaze remained fixed on Qian Renxue's meditating figure in the distance.
"Otherwise, from where would such pure dragon aura originate?"
Then—
She transformed and twelve wings emerged, her form started to change, but as he continued to observe more, his psyche trembled.
A shock rippled through his remnant will, as if wanting to drag him in the chaos of insanity
"What the hell was that?"
The words escaped him before dignity could restrain them.
"That power… it is draconic…"
He narrowed his nine-colored eyes.
"…but something else is mixed within it."
Then—
A voice spoke beside him.
"Well, you are wrong."
The Dragon God's remnant stiffened. Someone was simply there, standing to his right, exuding an aura of dominanace.
"It is your dragon blood," the voice continued calmly, "that might be the mixed material."
The moment the remnant of the Dragon God sensed her dominance, instinct overrode caution.
Ancient pride stirred, even reduced to obsession and will, he had once stood at the pinnacle of God Kings.
A mere "junior" integrating dragon blood before him?
Unacceptable. Without warning—He released his dragon blood pressure.
The primordial authority of the Dragon Clan condensed into invisible weight, crashing toward Qian Renxue.
In the ancient era, such pressure alone could make lesser dragons kneel.
The Dragon Realm trembled faintly in response.
Yet—
The pressure reached her…it dissolved.
Instead—
The Dragon God's remnant stiffened, his pupils contracted because in the same instant he released his bloodline suppression—
A pressure that targeted cognition itself.
It pressed against his reasoning, unraveling the coherence of thought. If he were mortal, his mind would have shattered instantly.
Even as a divine remnant, he felt disorientation claw at his will, as nine-colored radiance flickered violently.
Then—the woman's voice echoed calmly.
"Well, well… it seems some remnants are not honest."
There was no anger in her tone, only mild amusement.
"You should not have dared to release bloodline suppression on me."
"Anyway," she continued casually, "this form of mine is too overwhelming."
"Even if you are a remnant of the Dragon God."
As she spoke, the crushing mental storm gradually receded and the pressure around him lessened.
She looked at him with faint interest.
"You can look now."
"You won't go crazy."
He hesitated for a fraction of a second.
Then— He raised his gaze fully and gasped.
Golden hair cascading softly over her shoulders. Twelve wings folded elegantly behind her. Purple draconic pupils reflecting his own nine-colored gaze.
It was not her beauty that stunned him,though her appearance carried an otherworldly perfection.
It was the bloodline within her. His voice trembled slightly.
"How is that possible?!"
He stared at her as though witnessing a paradox.
"This dominance…It feels…"
He swallowed.
"…superior to mine."
Qian Renxue did not deny it.
Instead, she introduced herself calmly.
"My name is Qian Renxue ,the Goddess of Dreams and Memories."
Her draconic pupils softened slightly.
"And you must be the Dragon God?"
The remnant gave a faint, almost bitter smile.
"Yes and no."
"The Dragon God died long ago."
"I am merely an obsession. A lingering will refusing to disperse."
His gaze sharpened again.
"Are you a new generation dragon?"
"Has the Dragon Clan risen again?"
For the first time— Qian Renxue paused, she looked at herself.
She smiled faintly.
"It's a very big misunderstanding."
"I'm… human?"
The word lingered in the air- Human.
Qian Renxue herself hesitated.
Was she human?
Once, yes, born of flesh and blood.
Possessing human emotions, human ambition and human attachments.
Yes, she can still be called a human. While she answered the lingering obsession of Dragon God, she affirmed her own answer.
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(Author notes: Feeling Burnt out, don't know if I can write 2 chapters tomorrow)