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Dense black lightning surged through the void, yet Mo Yu's gaze froze on the figure that stepped out from within the black thunder, exuding a heavy and commanding presence.
The figure was incredibly robust, his dark, ebony skin making him resemble a towering mountain. Simply standing there, he radiated an oppressive aura that made it difficult to breathe.
The man was burly, his face carrying a hint of dullness. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that his facial features bore a striking resemblance to the Northern Dragon King—almost as if he were a younger version of him.
The atmosphere on Eastern Dragon Island seemed to solidify in that moment. Mo Yu stared blankly at the imposing figure standing in the void. After a long pause, he finally spoke in a hushed tone:
"Black Dragon Weapon Spirit… have you… taken form?"
The massive figure, akin to a mountain, blinked his once wooden-looking black eyes. The moment he heard Mo Yu's words, his gaze suddenly brightened. His eyes locked onto Mo Yu, and then, with one knee bent in the void, he knelt down, his voice filled with reverence:
"Divine Might Black Thunder Spear Spirit greets my master."
Hearing this, Mo Yu's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected that this robust man was truly the manifestation of his weapon spirit.
If he followed the principles of the Dou Qi Continent, a ninth-grade pill could already take human form. Then wouldn't that mean the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear had reached the ninth-grade level as well?
Thinking of this, Mo Yu stepped forward quickly, helping the weapon spirit up. He then patted the latter's iron-hard shoulder, gazing at that somewhat familiar face before musing, "From now on, you'll be called Bei Wang (Northern King). You're my personal weapon spirit—just call me Boss."
The newly named Bei Wang nodded respectfully. Now possessing true intelligence, he could clearly sense the genuine joy in Mo Yu's words and eyes. A faint smile appeared on his face as he gave a firm nod.
"By the way, why did you devour the Northern Dragon King?" Mo Yu suddenly asked.
The Divine Might Black Thunder Spear's transformation seemed different from that of ordinary pills or weapons—it had actually devoured a Ancient Void Dragon with near four-star Dou Sheng strength. This was truly unheard of.
Hearing this, Bei Wang scratched his head and said, "I'm not entirely sure… It felt like a deep-rooted instinct, as if devouring the Northern Dragon King would allow me to take form… and become a true member of the dragon race."
"Oh? Could it be due to the Emperor Weapon Prototype?" Mo Yu muttered, a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes.
Mo Yu had only obtained this Emperor Weapon Prototype a few months ago. Even though it had remarkable effects, it shouldn't have been able to push the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear to the ninth-grade level so quickly.
However, if the Emperor Weapon Prototype had refined the Northern Dragon King, then perhaps it had accelerated the evolution of the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear—transforming the Black Dragon Weapon Spirit not only into a true dragon but also one with royal bloodline from the Ancient Void Dragon clan.
"How strong are you now? Can you wield all of the Northern Dragon King's power?" After pondering for a moment, Mo Yu looked at Bei Wang and asked again.
At his peak, the Northern Dragon King had reached the pinnacle of a three-star Dou Sheng, only one step away from four-star Dou Sheng. If Bei Wang had fully inherited that power, then Mo Yu would have gained an extremely powerful subordinate.
Bei Wang shook his head and answered respectfully, "Although I devoured the Northern Dragon King's flesh, I consumed a great deal of energy during my transformation. Right now, I can only maintain two-star Dou Sheng strength."
"Two-star Dou Sheng, huh…" Mo Yu nodded.
Although he was slightly disappointed, the fact that the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear could take form and wield two-star Dou Sheng power was already an unexpected boon.
Moreover, with the Emperor Weapon Prototype fused within him, Bei Wang held the potential of an Emperor-grade Weapon. After devouring the Northern Dragon King, the evolution of the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear would undoubtedly accelerate. Mo Yu might even obtain an Emperor-grade Weapon much sooner than expected.
Just then, a faint fragrance wafted to Mo Yu's nose, and in the next moment, a graceful figure with flowing purple hair landed beside him.
Who else could it be but the Dragon Emperor, Zi Yan?
Zi Yan gazed at the Black Dragon Weapon Spirit, whose appearance bore a slight resemblance to the Northern Dragon King, her delicate brows knitting together in confusion. Her beautiful eyes then shifted toward Mo Yu, filled with curiosity.
Even though Bei Wang had devoured the Northern Dragon King, Zi Yan could tell that, despite some similarities, this robust man was definitely not the Northern Dragon King.
Mo Yu had nothing to hide from Zi Yan, so he explained everything about the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear and the Emperor Weapon Prototype.
"What? Emperor-grade Weapon potential?"
Hearing that the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear could evolve into a legendary Emperor-grade Weapon, even the Ancient Void Dragon Clan's Dragon Emperor was momentarily stunned, her stunning eyes flickering with shock.
Emperor-grade Weapons, Emperor-grade Pills, and Dou Dis—these were legendary existences on the Dou Qi Continent, lost to history for nearly ten thousand years. They were objects of obsession for all the strongest experts.
Yet, standing right before her, was a weapon spirit with the potential to become an Emperor-grade Weapon. And after devouring the Northern Dragon King, he was now a member of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan—and a royal bloodline at that.
"Zi Yan, will Bei Wang's devouring of the Northern Dragon King violate your clan's rules?" Mo Yu asked, his gaze locking onto Zi Yan.
Although Bei Wang had obtained the Ancient Void Dragon bloodline, Mo Yu had no intention of entangling him too deeply with the dragon clan. Bei Wang—his future Emperor-grade Weapon—could only be his blade.
Of course, Mo Yu trusted Zi Yan wouldn't try to claim Bei Wang, but he couldn't guarantee that some of the clan's old relics wouldn't attempt to seize him for themselves. It was best to clarify things now to avoid future conflicts.
Zi Yan had been Dragon Emperor for several years now—long past the days of her youthful naivety. She quickly understood Mo Yu's underlying meaning.
"The Northern Dragon King's corpse, according to our clan's customs, should have been buried in the Dragon Tomb..." Zi Yan furrowed her brows slightly, but then, seeing the anticipation on Mo Yu's face, she suddenly smiled playfully and said, "But you helped my clan immensely this time, so asking for a reward isn't unreasonable.
"Besides, the Northern Dragon King was utterly despised by our clan. Even if we did retrieve his body, there's no guarantee we'd actually grant him a tomb burial.
"And now that your weapon spirit has devoured him, he is naturally your spoils of war. My Ancient Void Dragon Clan will not contest his ownership. If any of the old geezers try to cause trouble, I'll handle them myself."
Hearing this, Mo Yu finally nodded in satisfaction. He trusted Zi Yan's judgment, and even if the Ancient Void Dragon Clan disapproved, he could always use his fists to convince them otherwise.
"Dragon Emperor!"
At that moment, the Grand Elder of Eastern Dragon Island and a group of elders swiftly flew over. They cast a curious glance at Bei Wang before stopping at a respectful distance from Zi Yan.
"Grand Elder, is Eastern Dragon Island secure now?" Zi Yan regained her regal demeanor, her voice carrying the weight of authority.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Dragon Island is safe. The three great dragon islands' forces have fled, but many of the clan's members have chosen to stay with us." The Grand Elder answered respectfully.
"Good. Take them in for now, but keep a close watch. Now that the three Dragon Kings are dead, it is time to unify the Ancient Dragon Island." Zi Yan nodded slightly, her gaze turning sharp.
Hearing this, the Grand Elder and the others nodded respectfully. Without daring to linger any longer, they cupped their fists in salute before flying back to Eastern Dragon Island. Just moments ago, Zi Yan had unleashed the Dragon-Slaying Sword, leaving them deeply in awe and fear.
Watching the Grand Elder and the others depart, Zi Yan finally turned around, only to see Mo Yu looking at her with a slightly peculiar gaze. Startled, she asked, "What?"
"Heh, Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, you are truly mighty."
Mo Yu shook his head with a sigh. Who would have thought that the once carefree, food-loving, and mischievous little girl had now become such a formidable ruler?
"I'm not putting on airs in front of you, so why the dramatic sigh?" Zi Yan rolled her eyes at Mo Yu. Then, with a mischievous grin, she suddenly leaned closer to him and teased,
"So what if I'm a Dragon Emperor? Isn't Sister Cai Lin also a queen? And don't you love that kind of thing? I heard from Sister Cai Lin that when you two… you really enjoy having her play the queen, while you—"
"Ahem! Enough, stop talking!"
Hearing this, Mo Yu's face turned red, and he quickly cut her off.
He sneaked a glance at Zi Yan, embarrassment flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected Cai Lin to share even their private bedroom matters.
So… do women really talk about things even wilder than men do?
"Hehe." Zi Yan covered her mouth and giggled, but then her smile faded. Looking at Mo Yu seriously, she said, "Anyway, thanks. If you hadn't heavily injured the Three Dragon Kings, my immature Dragon-Slaying Sword wouldn't have been able to fully eliminate these threats."
"No need to thank me. Do you know how much trouble I went through for this?" Mo Yu chuckled.
To help Zi Yan, he had rallied the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan, ambushed the Heavenly Demon Phoenix clan's experts, and then rushed here to battle the Three Dragon Kings. It had been an exhausting journey.
Of course, with his personality, he wouldn't complain about this directly. But suddenly recalling something, he shot Zi Yan a fierce glare and said, "Oh, and one more thing—don't ever mention that again! Cai Lin and I never played that kind of game!"
As he spoke, Mo Yu's composed expression cracked, his face reddening ever so slightly, betraying his guilty conscience.
Despite all his experiences since arriving in this world, Mo Yu still retained some Earthling instincts. And when facing the stunningly regal Queen Medusa, who had captivated countless young men across the Dou Qi Continent, how could he not have certain thoughts? That was why, on impulse, he had suggested the idea to Cai Lin.
He still vividly remembered the moment he made that request—the way Cai Lin's flawless face showed a flicker of confusion and surprise. But to his shock, she actually agreed… and even played along perfectly.
Their intimate moments had been utterly unforgettable. Yet, Mo Yu had never imagined that Cai Lin would casually share these details with Zi Yan. Now, standing before Zi Yan, he found himself feeling somewhat awkward.
"Heh, whether you did or not, you know the truth better than anyone. No need to explain—or should I say, defend yourself?" Zi Yan smirked playfully.
Mo Yu's face darkened. Just as he was about to shut her up with force, a soft, fragrant breeze wafted toward him. Before he could react, he felt a warm, delicate touch on his cheek—smooth and tender.
He turned his head in shock, just in time to see Zi Yan withdrawing, her red lips pursed slightly. A faint blush spread across her exquisite face.
Mo Yu froze, momentarily speechless. Before he could say anything, Zi Yan's figure flickered, and she shot off toward Dragon Island. As she flew, her long violet hair brushed against his face, tickling him pleasantly.
Then, as she disappeared into the distance, he heard her slightly flustered voice drifting back—
"Actually… I can be a queen too… just like Sister Cai Lin…"
Mo Yu's vision went black for a moment, nearly losing his balance in midair.
Wait… did this mean… he had the potential to become a Dragon Knight?!
The battle on Eastern Dragon Island had finally ended in a decisive victory, thanks to the overwhelming power of the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
With this victory, Eastern Dragon Island's strength would skyrocket, far surpassing the other three dragon islands. In contrast, the remaining three islands would inevitably fall into decline.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword was the symbol of the Dragon Emperor. Previously, many warriors from the three islands had doubted Zi Yan's legitimacy. But after today, all doubts had been completely erased. In the presence of a true Dragon Emperor, the pressure from their own bloodline would force the three islands' clansmen to make their final choice.
While Eastern Dragon Island was busy consolidating after the battle, Mo Yu found a secluded chamber and immediately entered seclusion.
After days of constant battles and travel, he had barely rested. However, his efforts had not been in vain. Following his intense fight with the Three Dragon Kings, he could sense that the bottleneck of his one-star Dou Sheng realm had loosened slightly. Now was the perfect opportunity to attempt a breakthrough to two-star Dou Sheng.
Of course, Zi Yan's unexpected kiss and suggestive words had stirred up quite a few distracting thoughts. His mind remained unsettled for a long time.
But as he gradually sank into meditation, he eventually managed to suppress these lingering emotions and focused entirely on his cultivation.
While Mo Yu was in seclusion, the fall of the Three Dragon Kings marked a turning point for the Ancient Void Dragon Clan.
With all obstacles removed, Zi Yan, as the rightful Dragon Emperor, led Eastern Dragon Island's forces to subjugate the remaining three dragon islands—without encountering any further resistance.
The Northern Dragon King's massacre of his own people had long chilled the hearts of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan. No one mourned his death. As for the Western and Southern Dragon Kings, they were labeled as traitors and executed on the spot.
With these factors in play, the unification of the four islands progressed far more smoothly than expected. Under the combined efforts of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan's many powerhouses, the four massive floating islands were once again merged into a single entity.
From this moment on, there were no longer four dragon islands.
There was only one—Dragon Island!
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