77. The Metamorphosis Begins

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Hot and cold,

The pain penetrated deep into his bones, but finally, he no longer felt the tingling pain from his soul.

The eye on his forehead seemed to have exhausted its energy and no longer emitted light. It slowly closed, leaving only a small gap, much like the land sinking into the depths of the lake. Lu Yuan, feeling exhausted after narrowly escaping death, stared blankly at the lake from its bottom.

Although he didn't know what happened afterwards, at least the colorful guillotine did not pursue him. That was a good thing.

Of course, for the confused and defenseless Three- Golden Lion who blocked the knife in mid-air, it was definitely not a good thing.

However, poor Three-eyed Golden Lion remained unconscious and had not yet regained even the most basic awareness. Naturally, she couldn't use her fate power to observe what had transpired.

A hot tingling sensation came from his back, like pouring salt on a wound, making it sting.

If the frost forming on the left half of his back could be compared to white salt, then the burnt blackness spreading on the right half could be likened to white sugar.

Sugar and salt were sprinkled on his back, respectively. The sourness made Lu Yuan shudder for a long time before he recovered.

The injuries on his back were no longer clearly felt. However, he was certain they must be severe.

As for why he dared to make such a firm affirmation, what evidence did he have?

With a slightly stiff hand, Lu Yuan wiped off the icicles that had formed on his face. He glanced at the icicles in his hand.

This was the simplest proof.

If the unaffected areas froze like this, how could the wounded areas be any better? Moreover, it wasn't just freezing—the other side of his body was still burning.

Calmly complaining, he whispered in his heart:

"No shortage."

He waved his hand, but nothing happened. He waved again, still nothing happened.

With a puzzled expression, he raised the back of his hand. With the dim sunlight shining through the lake, Lu Yuan could see that the soul imprint on the back of his hand was slowly rotating.

Looking at the black lines covering the back of his hand, Lu Yuan felt that the rotation resembled the icon that appeared when a downloaded file got stuck.

The icon should be accompanied by a line of small text:

"Downloading, please be patient."

Dismissing the few images that emerged from the depths of his memory, Lu Yuan shook his arm in frustration, on the verge of tears.

When downloading files, it's normal for one to get stuck for ten minutes. Although it made him angry, he could tolerate it and try downloading again. But now, it's different.

The deeper he sank, the stronger the contrasting sensations of cold and heat he experienced. The fires and frost didn't discriminate between a person or an object falling.

Lu Yuan wouldn't be afraid at all if he had the Star Anise Mystic Ice Grass and the Raging Fire Apricot Jiaoshu in his hands.

But the problem is...

First: He doesn't have the Star Anise Mystic Ice Grass and the Raging Fire Apricot.

Second: He is temporarily banned and can't even access the storage space around him.

Dying, dying, dying!

Struggling to control his half-conscious body, Lu Yuan learned how to doggy paddle without any instruction. For this, he expressed his gratitude.

First, he thanked the spirit master for his strong physical fitness, which prevented him from immediately suffocating.

Second, he thanked the old yellow dog at the village entrance in his previous life for showing him the basic doggy paddle posture through practical actions.

Third, he thanked himself for his excellent imitation ability.

Lu Yuan frantically tore off large pieces of charred flesh. Occasionally, chunks of icy flesh also fell. This flesh and blood sank slowly to the lake's bottom, accompanied by traces of silver blood.

A long time passed.

"Emerald?"

He weakly projected his thoughts, and soon received a response from the other side.

It was an affirmative response, tinged with uncertainty: "Seems like there's still time."

Light blue and reddish lights and shadows appeared at the lake's bottom.

The mighty and domineering Fire Dragon King and the proud and ruthless Ice Dragon King were reunited. When they saw that they were both miniatures, a hint of regret appeared on their faces.

Years were but a fleeting moment in the face of their formidable strength. Yet, when stripped of their physical forms, their souls were inevitably destined to perish.

Such was the sorrow of the Dragon Clan.

But compared to many companions who had perished, they were fortunate to survive. Although they didn't know how long they could retain their consciousness.

The two god-level souls had grown so weak that they couldn't even reconstruct their childhood images. They could only create an illusionary miniature image to face their old friends.

"What a pity," the red dragon spoke, his body resembling the other dragon.

Surprisingly, he received approval from his old friend, the Ice Dragon King.

Gazing into the distance, the ice-blue dragon eyes spotted the boy struggling to swim upstream.

To be honest, he hadn't expected that the person who arrived would be a human.

Of course, it wasn't meant as a disparagement toward humans.

He simply believed that with their weak bodies, short lifespans, and crude cultivation methods, humans were unable to bear the power of the Emerald Dragon King and the Time Dragon King.

And when humans were capable of bearing the power of the Dragon Kings, it would be unnecessary.

Because those talented humans had already forged their own paths.

"What a peculiar race," the miniature ice dragon sighed.

The Fire Dragon King quickly understood who the old dragon was referring to and also praised: "Indeed. They are born like ants, but once they reach their peak, they can rival noble giants—dragons."

The water current carried the icy flesh to the front of the Ice Dragon King. Seeing the familiar and pure power once again, the Fire Dragon King couldn't help but ask, "Have you really made up your mind?"

"Have you made up your mind?" the miniature dragon coldly turned his head and asked.

Feeling uncomfortable under the piercing gaze of those blue dragon eyes, the Fire Dragon King instinctively tapped the ground, wanting to unleash his anger. But he soon realized that he was now a soul, incapable of physical actions.

"If...if you haven't made up your mind yet, then think again!"

A cluster of ice-blue flames violently surged, dancing and celebrating on the miniature Ice Dragon King's body.

"I no longer have the luxury of time to think," the dragon's eyes revealed a hint of sadness. With a composed expression, the Ice Dragon King solemnly conveyed the cruel reality. Then, with determination, he bellowed angrily:

"I am the Ice Dragon King of the Dragon Clan! I have the right to choose my own path to death!"

"Time for living has run out!"

"Whether successful or not..."

"I am willing to stake my life on the new hope of the Dragon Clan!"

The frigid springs began to churn!

Against all logic, the springwater boiled, and a massive whirlpool emerged from the lake's bottom.

It frew larger and expanded.bAs if trying to pull the fleeing human boy back.

In the blue dragon eyes, there was no extreme calmness or rationality, only pride and excitement.

He was thrilled by his courageous decision. He took pride in his noble status.

As the torment inflicted by time faded away, the Ice Dragon King regained his former magnificence in this moment.

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