The remnant soul of the Dragon God stared at her for a long moment.
"Alright," he said slowly. "I understand."
"It seems… you are not the one I was waiting for."
His voice carried no disappointment—only acceptance, as if confirming a long-held hypothesis.
Qian Renxue tilted her head slightly.
"Who are you waiting for then?"
The Dragon God's remnant turned his gaze toward the horizon of the Dragon Realm. The fractured sky reflected broken laws, remnants of a war long concluded.
"Someone," he said quietly, "who will break the current deadlock between soul beasts and humans."
His voice deepened.
"Someone who can stand above both races."
Qian Renxue listened without interruption.
But inside her mind—
She could not help a cold thought.
'I think the current situation of the soul beasts is due to a certain useless Dragon God.'
It was your decree, Your final will that forbade soul beasts from becoming God.
Your stubborn pride that severed their path.
She did not voice it.
What was the point?
The Dragon God before her was no longer the ruler who split heaven and earth.
He was merely obsession, a will clinging to unfinished responsibility.
Commenting on his past mistakes would achieve nothing.
However—
A spark of thought ignited within her.
This remnant truly possessed authority equivalent to a First-Class God…and he still carried intact fragments of Dragon God's power…
Then—
He was not useless, Qian Renxue's eyes shimmered faintly.
She slowly looked him up and down.
The Dragon God sensed the subtle shift in her gaze. He frowned slightly.
"What are you thinking?"
She smiled gently.
"Let's not have hard feelings."
Her tone was almost polite.
"I need you for something very important."
A pause.
"For that…"
Her golden pupils deepened.
"You might have to die fully."
The Dragon God's remnant froze.
Then—His eyes sharpened instantly.
"Do you really think you can end me?!"
The Dragon Realm trembled.
His aura exploded outward.
The pressure was immense, comparable to a First-Class God at full strength.
Qian Renxue only smiled at his response.
Her hands reached into space itself as reality rippled like disturbed water.
From within that distortion—
She pulled out two swords, Caliburn.and the Angel Sword.
The remnant of the Dragon God narrowed his eyes.
Qian Renxue did not charge forward, but merely slashed, a simple, horizontal motion.
But—Her fourth divine skill: Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear Claw was silently activated.
It seemed the world itself split along the trajectory of her blade.
The Dragon God's pupils contracted sharply.
Without hesitation, he bent his body at an impossible angle—to dodge the fast space rending slash.
The blade passed through the space where he had stood.
Behind him—The sky split open like a wound carved through conceptual reality.
He straightened slowly and his expression was serious.
An unremarkable spear appeared in his hand. It looked like a common iron spear forged by mortals.
And precisely because of that—Qian Renxue became cautious, because it is unlikely he will use a mortal weapon to fight her.
Qian Renxue stepped forward lightly and a domain unfolded from her.
Angel Domain.
But this time—
In addition to holy radiance and light attribute—dreamlike mist seeped through the brilliance.
Invisible mental waves pulsed rhythmically.
It seemed that within her domain— While thoughts slowed instinct dulled, Dream and reality itself was blurred.
Since becoming a God, her innate domain had evolved. It now carried her authority over Dreams and Memories.
The Dragon God's expression hardened as he unleashed a colossal domain himself
Nine-colored radiance exploded into existence with the power of nine elements.
The two domains collided. The Golden dreamlight clashed with nine-colored elemental fury.
Reality distorted violently at their boundary and space fractured into layered reflections.
Qian Renxue felt the pressure.
Her eyes rested on the spear in his hand she wanted to understand the abilities it held.
Her Angel Sword rose again.
"Nine Sun Style…"
Her voice was calm, the Dragon Realm's temperature began rising sharply.
"Fourth Form: The Burning Sun."
The air ignited and above her blade— a miniature sun was formed.
As she thrust forward, the miniature sun descended and everything in its path vaporized.
The Dragon God did not retreat, his grip tightened on the spear.
The plain spear in his hand emitted a faint hum, as he spoke slowly.
"Spear Unrivaled—Pierce the Sky."
The spear enlarged instantly like it was a pillar.
It met the descending sun.
The spear tip touched the miniature sun and pierced through it.
Then—
The blazing radiance dimmed.
The miniature sun collapsed inward scattered into harmless sparks.
The spear remained steady, its tip resting precisely against her blade.
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed slightly as her gaze grew colder.
If pure solar authority could be pierced—
Then she would change the nature of the sun itself.
Her aura dimmed, the golden brilliance withdrew inward.
Light receded like a tide at dusk.
"Eight Form…"
Her voice no longer carried warmth.
"The Dark Sun."
The Dragon Realm's radiance was swallowed.
It was as though an eclipse descended.
Her blades ignited again—but this time with dark flame.
She swung her blade again.
The arc of her blade left behind a trail of devouring night.
The Dragon God's pupils constricted, but he did not retreat.
He raised his spear once more.
"The Spear Unrivaled—Mountain Suppresses Everything."
The plain spear grew again.
Behind the spear, a phantom mountain manifested. The might of countless peaks compressed into a single thrust.
He drove it forward.
The black flame struck the spear—and trembled.
The dark flame tried to devour. While the mountain was suppressed like pressing down on wildfire.
The black flames flickered violently— then extinguished.