Chapter 318 Fabricating the Second-Level Deity 'Black Dragon King'! Granting Emperor Tian Godhood!
The Silver Dragon King raised his head, looked up at the sky, and at the disappearing figure.
He needs power, he needs allies, he needs the world.
And I…
The Silver Dragon King paused, then his smile deepened.
"What I need is an opportunity."
Di Tian watched her retreating figure and remained silent for a moment.
Then he smiled.
"My lord, you have finally come to your senses."
The Silver Dragon King did not answer.
She simply gazed silently at the sky, at the direction in which the man had disappeared.
But in her heart, a thought she had never had before was beginning to sprout.
Perhaps, she no longer has to be that lonely prisoner abandoned by the world.
Perhaps, she too can find a place to belong, just like another "self".
Perhaps, the opportunity she has been waiting for for millennia has finally arrived.
She looked down at her lower abdomen.
It was empty; there was nothing there.
But she suddenly felt that perhaps one day, a tiny life would be conceived there.
A life that belongs to her, to the dragon race, and to the future.
Above the sky, the Golden Dragon King's vanished figure finally disappeared completely.
That golden wisp of dragon god essence had already fallen into Wei Yuan's palm.
The sky trembled.
"Dual Realm Confrontation, Sixth Match, Loser's Retrospection - Golden Dragon King."
"Time: Ancient times, the war of the dragon gods."
Location: Edge of the God Realm, Spacetime Rift.
Inside the grand hall of the peerless divine realm, everyone held their breath.
The God of Destruction abruptly stood up from his throne, a rare hint of panic flashing across his usually cold and stern face.
The smile of the evil god froze on his lips, the god of kindness covered his mouth, and the goddess of life subconsciously took a step back.
Because they all know that that period of history is a scar that the entire divine realm is most unwilling to mention.
The scene shifts, and a chaotic void appears above the sky.
That is the edge of the divine realm, where spacetime turbulence roars, stars are born and die, and laws are disordered.
At the heart of that chaos, two forces capable of destroying the world are locked in a standoff.
On one side are the gods of the divine realm.
Leading the group was the God of Asura, who held the Asura Sword.
Behind him were the god of destruction, the god of evil, the god of good, and the goddess of life.
And countless first-level gods and second-level gods were all on high alert at this moment.
On the other side, there was only one dragon.
It was a giant dragon covered in nine-colored scales, its body so large that it could encircle the entire realm of gods.
Its dragon horns are like pillars supporting the sky, and its wings, when spread out, blot out the sun.
Its eyes were half gold of creation and half purple of destruction.
That is the Dragon God.
Ancestor of all dragons, ruler of the elements.
The Asura God, wielding the Asura Sword, slashed down directly.
Nine-colored dragon blood sprinkled across the sky.
The dragon god's enormous body was split in two by the sword light.
It's not death, it's division.
The will of the Dragon God, the soul of the Dragon God, the power of the Dragon God.
At that moment, it was forcibly split in two.
Half of it is golden, filled with the will of destruction and power.
Half of it is silver, filled with the laws of creation and elements.
The golden half tumbled, roared, and struggled in the void.
It lacks the Dragon God's reason and memories; it possesses only the purest and most primal power.
That's the Golden Dragon King.
It is the embodiment of the Dragon God's destruction, the will to fight, and a battle spirit that will never yield.
The silver half floated quietly in the void, like a sleeping baby.
That's the Silver Dragon King.
It is the embodiment of the Dragon God's creation, the controller of the elements, and the crystallization of reason and wisdom.
Beyond the sky, all was deathly silent.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, watching the Dragon God being split in two, and the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King being born in the void.
The God of Destruction's face was extremely grim.
He remembered the war, the sword strike, and the look in the Dragon God's eyes when he split apart. It was a scene he could never forget.
"Golden Dragon King".
The narration from the sky continued, this time with a hint of barely perceptible sorrow in its voice.
"From the moment it was born, it had only one mission—to fight."
It has no childhood, no happiness, and no choices.
All it knew was that it had to fight.
It must survive.
It wants...revenge.
The images flow.
The newly born Golden Dragon King struggled frantically in the void.
It hadn't opened its eyes yet, hadn't learned to think, but its instincts told it—fight.
It opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar. There was no fear, no pain in that sound, only primal rage.
"roar--!!!"
Golden dragon breath erupted from its mouth, shattering the surrounding spatial turbulence.
It charged toward the realm of the gods, toward the deities who had split its father in two.
The Asura God raised his sword, preparing to strike again.
But the god of destruction stopped him.
"Don't kill it."
The voice of the God of Destruction was deep.
"Although the Dragon God is split, its will remains."
If the Golden Dragon King is killed, the Dragon God's resentment will erupt completely, and the entire divine realm will perish.
The Asura God's hand froze in mid-air.
He watched the golden dragon charging madly towards him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Then, he sheathed his sword.
"Seal it."
Golden chains emerged from the void, tightly binding the massive body of the Golden Dragon King.
The sealing runes spread across its body like countless venomous snakes, gradually suppressing its power.
The Golden Dragon King struggled frantically, the chains digging into its flesh, and golden dragon blood gushed out.
But it didn't care; it just charged forward desperately, biting and trying to tear everything in front of it apart.
Let me go!
Let me go!!!
I'm going to kill you all!
"I want revenge! Let me go!!!"
No one responded to it.
The gods simply watched silently as the newborn dragon was dragged by chains into the deepest forbidden area of the divine realm.
There was no light, no sound, and no living creatures there.
There is only endless darkness and endless loneliness.
Outside the canopy, inside the main hall, all was deathly silent.
Everyone watched the golden figure being dragged into the darkness, a complex and indescribable emotion welling up within them.
That was the Golden Dragon King. Those were the prisoners they had suppressed for countless years.
They saw it as a scourge, a threat, a time bomb.
But at this moment, looking at the newborn dragon bound by chains...
They suddenly realized...
It doesn't seem so hateful after all.
The scene continued to move, but this time, the speed became extremely slow.
Because the life of the Golden Dragon King was simply too monotonous.
In the first thousand years, it roared in the darkness, tearing at the chains until its teeth shattered and its dragon blood ran dry.
No one came.
In the second millennium, it fell silent, no longer roaring, no longer struggling, but simply lying quietly in the darkness, watching the door that had never been opened.
In the third millennium, it began to forget.
(End of chapter)