"You will be unsealed when the Dragon Clan prospers again—"
He stopped mid-sentence, because he heard her voice.
"Again…I need to say it..... Aren't you too full of yourself?"
The Dragon God froze.
Slowly—he turned and saw her.
Qian Renxue was standing intact. Her expression calm.
In her hand—a Nine-colored gem shone.brilliantly . His pupils shrank violently.
He looked down as his colossal dragon body began to fracture like glass.
In her hand—Was his soul core.
As his body collapsed into fragments of fading light—He asked, confused.
"How?"
Qian Renxue smiled gently as the pupils in her eyes started to divide enlessly.
"Did you have a problem with your memories?"
"When I introduced myself…I said I am the Goddess of Dreams and Memories."
She tilted her head slightly.
"You had a very good dream."
Her eyes gleamed softly.
"And now…"
"The dream is over."
The Dragon God's remnant let out something like a laugh or perhaps a sigh.
"So this…is my end"
His form shattered completely.
Like broken stained glass scattering into nothingness.
Silence returned to the Dragon Realm.
Qian Renxue looked at the nine-colored gem in her palm.
The Dragon God's remnant origin.
Her lips curved faintly.
"Yes.....You are useful."
As she quietly appraised the soul gem in her palm. Then her lips curved faintly.
"Dead should stay dead…and not jump around much."
With a slow motion, she opened a fold in space.
From within—She withdrew a feather quill.
It was slightly worn, with faint stains of dried blood dotted its barbs.
This quill—Was once chosen by her as a gift for Bibi Dong, once filled with childish anticipation.
It was thrown away and discarded by Bibi Dong
But later—it was picked up and preserved quietly by Qian Xunji.
The quill carried too many memories.
For a moment—The Goddess of Dreams and Memories looked not like a deity.
Her expression flickered.
Then she extended her hand and sliced her fingertip lightly with her sword.
Blood welled up and she allowed her blood to seep into the quill and the blood absorbed in it slowly.
Then— Without hesitation—
She pressed the nine-colored soul gem against the center of the quill.
The moment contact was made—The Dragon Realm exploded with light.
Dream mist intertwined with dragon authority.
For an entire day—
The Dragon Realm was bathed in dazzling brilliance.
The gem melted and by the time the light faded—
What remained floating before Qian Renxue—
Was no longer an ordinary quill.
It had transformed. The shaft was now formed from translucent rainbow crystal, yet soft to the touch like living feather.
Each plume shimmered in shifting hues—gold, silver, crimson, azure, emerald, violet—cycling endlessly like breathing light. The barbs of the feather were layered with fine draconic scales, subtle and elegant, each scale reflecting fragments of memory when viewed from different angles.
At its center—Embedded where the quill's spine met its core—was a nine-colored gem.
Around the gem, faint golden inscriptions circled slowly—runes formed from her blood, binding it to dream authority and making it a sealed item, essentially a divine artifact in this world.
Qian Renxue extended her hand and grasped it.
The moment her fingers closed around it—The quill seemed to recognize her.
She immediately understood its abilities:
It can control a story in a dream for any living being having a dream. Injuries suffered in the dream will be reflected in the real world.
If any person other than Qian Renxue, uses the quill they will fall into a slumber and have nightmarish story written by the quill. Chances of survivality is less than 10%.
She chuckled lightly.
"I'll give you a name."
Her eyes reflected rainbow light.
"Dreamer's Script-Writer."
( Author notes: In this fight I did not show Qian Renxue using Beyonder abilities, Guess when had she used it.)
----
Spirit City
Dark clouds hung low above Spirit City, heavy and unmoving, as if the heavens themselves refused to disperse their grief.
Lin Yuan walked alone through the stone avenue.Black mourning robes draped over his shoulders.
His steps were steady. His expression calm.
He lifted his head and looked at the sunless sky. No sunlight pierced the clouds.
It felt… appropriate. In his mind, he spoke quietly.
'System… what do you think is the meaning of my existence in this story?'
There was silence before familiar mechanical voice responded.
Ding!
[ System: Host, I think you are just in shock after finding out about the death of Jun Wuhen. ]
Lin Yuan did not answer immediately. His footsteps continued forward at the same rhythm.
Due to never completing his first novice mission, he had never received the boost most system hosts relied on.
His current cultivation—Level 69. All earned through sweat.
Unlike many so-called protagonists blessed by systems, he had never been able to treat the world as a game.
Now the System was less than a cheat for him—but more a companion.
The only existence to whom he could reveal the thoughts he hid from the world.
Jun Wuhen…Perhaps he was the only other person who might have understood, as both of them were reincarnators.
Both intelligent enough not to expose the final layer of truth, as they never directly confronted each other.
The System's tone shifted playfully.
Ding!
[ System: Is this how parents feel when their children grow big? Mine one became sadder. ]
Lin Yuan's lips twitched faintly.
'System. Shut up.'
A small pause. Then he added—
'I'm thinking about the turmoil during the tournament.'
The System hummed.
Ding!
[ System: So you are still afraid of that hammer. ]
Lin Yuan's jaw tightened slightly.
'You still dare to say that? I almost died that day.'
The memory surfaced vividly.