Dragon God In The Douluo Continent

The Awakening Hall still echoed with residual light when Xie Yulong raced home, the fading shimmer of the Dragon God's phantom trailing like an afterimage behind him.

He couldn't wait to show them.

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His courtyard basked quietly beneath the afternoon sun, golden warmth touching every leaf and tile. As he burst through the front gate, both Xie Tianyan and Lan Xueyao looked up in confusion.

> "Back already?" Tianyan asked, half-rising.

Xie Yulong didn't answer.

Instead, he stepped into the courtyard's center, took a breath—and activated his Martial Soul.

The air instantly turned dense, electric.

Behind him, the towering silhouette of the Dragon God rose once more. Nine-colored scales rippled like divine armor, light cascading off its form. Even birds in the nearby trees scattered in instinctive terror.

Tianyan's Fire Dragon whimpered inside his core.

Xueyao's Ice Dragon recoiled on instinct.

They weren't just shocked.

They were certain.

> "This is… definitely a divine Martial Soul," Xueyao breathed.

> "It's far beyond anything in our world," Tianyan whispered, barely blinking.

Then, suddenly, Tianyan leapt to his feet, face lit with disbelief and pride.

> "Let's go! We'll get your first spirit ring right away! I know a—"

> "Wait!"

Xie Yulong raised both hands sharply. His voice was calm—but unusually serious.

> "My Martial Soul… is different."

His parents froze, exchanging glances.

> "It came… with a soul."

He raised his hand.

A glowing nine-colored orb hovered above his palm. But it wasn't some beast's soul or artificial construct. It pulsed with divine might—golden light swirling through it like eternal echoes.

The Dragon God's Spirit Soul.

Not created. Not given.

But a living fragment of the Dragon God's own will.

Tianyan and Xueyao stared in speechless awe.

Then, Xie Yulong spoke simply:

> "Every time I break through a major rank, this soul gives me a spirit ring. I don't need to hunt spirit beasts."

> "The ring's age depends on how much I can handle—and each time I level up, all previous rings upgrade to match the new one."

Silence fell like a blade.

The two once-glorious Title Douluos, former pillars of the continent, stood utterly out of their depth.

> "There's never been a Martial Soul like this…" Xueyao whispered.

> "Maybe not even divine Martial Souls…" Tianyan murmured, dazed.

But awe quickly gave way to action.

> "Then what are we waiting for?! Fuse with it!" Tianyan shouted, voice shaking. "Let's see what this soul can do!"

They rushed to the meditation room. Xie Yulong sat cross-legged at the center, the Spirit Soul hovering quietly before him.

At first, nothing happened.

Then—

> Boom!

A divine ripple exploded from his body. The Dragon God phantom reared back and roared in silence as the spirit orb reacted.

But it didn't merge.

It resisted.

The orb flared, golden light clashing violently with the phantom behind him.

Two identical wills collided—one from the Martial Soul, one from the spirit soul orb. Both were the Dragon God.

One dormant. One awakening.

The floor cracked beneath him. The air shook. Even nearby plants withered under the pressure. Lan Xueyao stepped back, stunned.

> "What's happening?!"

> "They're… clashing," Tianyan whispered, face pale.

Xie Yulong's body convulsed.

His blood boiled. His soul space trembled like a volcano about to erupt.

This wasn't a simple fusion.

This was war—a battle between two divine wills, neither willing to submit.

The phantom snarled. The orb blazed with divine defiance.

> "You are me… I am you…" Xie Yulong growled inwardly.

> "Now MERGE!"

No begging. No fear.

Only command.

The orb pulsed once.

Then… slowly, the resistance faded. It drew inward—into him.

Unity.

Not domination.

A brilliant nine-colored seal burst to life in his soul space. The two fragments—Martial Soul and Spirit Soul—merged fully.

Not master and servant.

But one self.

White light surged through him—soft at first, then solid, then deeper—

Transitioning.

Light yellow.

Bright yellow.

Deep yellow.

Then—

A golden-yellow spirit ring formed around his feet, solid and steady.

> 999 years.

His first spirit ring.

Unheard of. Impossible.

And yet, the miracle wasn't done.

A wave of soul power erupted inside him—raw, violent, pure.

10… 13… 17… 20!

He could feel it—there was still room. Still energy.

> "He… he reached Level 20 just now?" Xueyao's voice cracked.

> "His soul foundation…" Tianyan gasped. "It's still stable!"

The Dragon God phantom slowly retracted, curling protectively around Xie Yulong before vanishing.

He exhaled—then smiled.

> "It's done."

Tianyan blinked… then threw his head back in laughter.

> "HAHA! My son is a monster!"

> "That ring… nearly a thousand years," Xueyao whispered. "That's the limit for most Soul Grandmasters!"

> "And he's only six…"

Tianyan swept him up high.

> "Forget your peers! No one's catching up to you now!"

The divine pressure finally faded—but something shimmered in Xie Yulong's crimson eyes.

He turned to them.

> "I can still go higher. If I absorb a second ring."

The room went still.

> "Another one?" Xueyao asked faintly. "Already?"

> "Didn't you just—?"

She paused.

And remembered.

He was Level 20 now.

He nodded.

> "There's no restriction. The soul gives a new ring every major rank. My energy's already overflowing."

Tianyan didn't wait.

> "Then sit down! Fuse again! Let's see how far this Dragon God—"

(he paused, grinning)

"—your Dragon God—can go!"

Even Xueyao, ever the composed one, looked breathless with anticipation.

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Xie Yulong sat once more, calm and focused.

The nine-colored Dragon God reappeared above his palm, now inseparable from his Martial Soul.

> "Initiating fusion…"

A second wave of energy radiated outward—gentler, yet far more refined.

A new spirit ring formed—first a soft white.

> "10 years," Xueyao murmured. "A good start…"

But it began to shift.

White condensed. Thickened.

99 years…

Then golden hues began to swirl.

100… 300… 500…

999 years.

But it didn't stop.

The ring darkened further. A faint purple tint emerged…

Solid purple.

Deeper…

> Boom!

A final pulse shook the room.

> 9999 years.

A deep violet ring nearly black spun around him—radiant and full of power.

> "9999 years…" Xueyao echoed, stunned.

Even with what they'd just seen, this exceeded everything.

Tianyan crouched beside his son, breath caught in his throat.

> "This… this is what Soul Venerables dream of—and most never reach."

> "It's the Martial Soul," Xueyao muttered. "It's strengthened his body to an unreal level…"

> "And soul," Tianyan added, trailing off.

They were peak Douluos.

And still—this was beyond them.

Then…

The glow returned.

The first ring began to shift again.

Golden faded. Violet emerged.

Light purple…

Deepened…

Until it matched the second.

> 9999 years.

> "It… it evolved," Xueyao breathed.

> "Because the second one was older… the first caught up?" Tianyan muttered.

Xie Yulong smiled softly.

> "I told you. When I rank up, they all evolve."

He muttered under his breath.

> "This system… is too broken."

Another surge followed—smoother, more explosive.

21… 23… 26… 27!

> "Level 27?!" Tianyan's voice cracked again.

> "The second ring gave him five levels," Xueyao murmured. "And the residual energy from the first… it all stacked."

They didn't know what to say anymore.

Xie Yulong had entered the room with no spirit rings.

Minutes later, he had two nearly ten-thousand-year rings, and soul power approaching Soul Elder.

And he hadn't even left his courtyard.

The silence that followed wasn't from disbelief anymore.

It was from the realization of what was coming.

And the thrill of watching a monster awaken.