Chapter 198

Chapter 198: A Perfect Match

Holy Might flashed and vanished.

Even so, it left the two women in awe.

The Flower Phantom, concealed in the shadows, peeked out and gazed at Zhang Yang with curiosity. Her dark eyes sparkled with an unusual light, brimming with admiration.

In just a short time following Zhang Yang, she had been profoundly impressed by his prowess.

Meanwhile, Yuluan, who had been swimming and relaxing in the lake, also stirred.

The forbidden laws on the lake’s surface dissipated.

Yuluan reappeared.

After her bath, she looked radiant and full of vitality, as if she had reached a realization and made a decision.

Her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhang Yang, almost entranced—like a lovesick maiden.

She knew that the fleeting Holy Might had belonged to Zhang Yang.

Yet, instead of shock or excitement, she felt something else.

Inevitability.

Because he was Zhang Yang—the extraordinary figure in her heart.

Yuluan picked up the Saint’s Handbook, her eyes filled with joy as she finally understood the reason for Zhang Yang’s transformation.

"You keep growing stronger… How can I allow myself to be a burden to you?"

"I want to grow stronger too—to stand beside you, to fight alongside you, to conquer the realms together."

"Everything else is insignificant to me."

"In this world, having you… surpasses everything."

This was Yuluan.

She began to read the Saint’s Handbook.

Unlike Zhang Yang, who relied entirely on his own comprehension, Yuluan found it somewhat difficult at first.

However, as she continued reading, she felt her Chi Dragon Royal Bloodline stir within her, boiling with energy.

Her mind became clearer, her thoughts sharper.

Passages that once seemed complex now unraveled effortlessly.

For the first time, the true might of the Chi Dragon Royal Bloodline revealed itself.

Her enlightenment went beyond merely grasping holy power—she was deepening her understanding of the path of a saint, refining herself, striving toward perfection, and pushing her strength to even greater heights.

Yet, what she didn’t realize was…

Her insights were aiding Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang’s understanding had been progressing swiftly.

His Diamond Dragon Divine Power was advancing at an astonishing rate, but just as he reached a certain threshold, progress slowed.

Holy power, after all, was not so simple.

But as Yuluan delved into her own insights, something awakened.

Her Chi Dragon Royal Bloodline surged—a force so powerful that it unknowingly resonated with Zhang Yang’s being.

Though there was no sound in reality, within his spiritual world, it was as if a mighty dragon’s roar echoed through the void.

The sound startled him—like sweet rain on parched earth.

Suddenly, memories of everything dragon-related surged through his mind.

Like Long Luanshen.

Like Yuluan.

Like the moment he had stood at the peak of the path of the dead saint, gazing upon the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, where dragon bones stretched for hundreds of miles.

Something was awakening.

He suddenly attained enlightenment.

True dragons existed to inspire awakening.

He had known Yuluan intimately.

Though he had merely glimpsed the hundred-mile-long dragon skeleton, its posthumous majesty had imprinted profound insights upon him.

True comprehension dawned.

The Diamond Dragon Divine Power began its metamorphic ascension.

Threads of primordial might emanated from his being.

Within his dantian, the Nine Extremes True Essence surged violently, summoning atmospheric currents that coalesced into a roaring draconic form before him.

The lifelike dragon spiraled through the air, its scales glinting.

Transformation rippled through the celestial beast—dragon scales, dragon claws, dragon head, and dragon horns successively radiated faint traces of Holy Intention from their core. Though ephemeral, this sacred aura permeated every fiber of his being.

At the precise moment of full manifestation, Zhang Yang’s eyes snapped open.

"ROAR!"

A primordial bellow erupted from his essence.

The heavens quaked beneath its resonance.

Mountainous rocks disintegrated before the sonic onslaught.

Yuluan shuddered violently as her Chi Dragon Royal bloodline ignited like awakened magma, violently churning through the essence of the world—particularly drawn to the sacred draconic form Zhang Yang had manifested.

Sensing this symbiosis, Zhang Yang willingly relinquished control.

The dragon dispersed into luminous particles that poured into Yuluan’s essence channels.

Her spiritual aura erupted exponentially.

Against all expectations, she shattered cultivation barriers in a single breath.

Eighth Level of Ascending to Heaven!

While realm advancement was routine, the true marvel manifested in the delicate dragon horns on her forehead, now shimmering with a pearlescent luminescence.

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes in scrutiny.

Beneath the concealing glow, violent light storms raged within the horns—cosmic energies boiling like supernovae, etching dragon runes across their surfaces before dissolving into the crystalline structures.

A draconic metamorphosis was occurring.

Zhang Yang observed breathlessly.

After half a day’s celestial dance, the radiance subsided, revealing jade-smooth horns gleaming with otherworldly translucence.

Yuluan’s eyes fluttered open before she lunged at Zhang Yang in an ecstatic embrace, sealing her gratitude with fiery lips.

"Outrageous conduct!"

His protest died unheard.

When they finally parted, the blushing woman resumed her Female Bandit persona with exaggerated nonchalance, adjusting her disheveled collar.

"Substantial gains?" Zhang Yang inquired.

Yuluan exclaimed joyfully, "More than that!" She declared proudly, "The Chi Dragon King’s bloodline might not be the ultimate limit—there’s been a further awakening. I suspect my lineage merely manifests externally as the Chi Dragon Royal bloodline." Tilting her lovely face upward, she announced, "I’ve gained a fatal strike technique!"

Combined with potential realm advancement, this made a threefold blessing.

No wonder Yuluan radiated excitement.

Zhang Yang shared her exhilaration.

"What about you? Have you attained Holy Power martial arts techniques?" she pressed eagerly.

After prolonged contemplation, Zhang Yang finally responded, "It’s closer to Quasi-Holy Power."

The metamorphosis from Diamond Dragon Divine Power indicated a completed evolution, yet something felt unfinished. True Holy Power should emanate substantial Holy Might, but his activation revealed intermittent gaps in this sacred aura.

"Though merely Quasi-Holy Power, it already dwarfs Ultimate Baxiang Power," Zhang Yang acknowledged, fully aware of this extraordinary breakthrough.

He now stood at the precipice—one foot within the domain of Holy Power martial arts techniques, the other still outside. A half-step remained. Crossing this threshold would complete the sacred transformation.

The arduous journey from Mo City in pursuit of Holy Power martial arts techniques had yielded astonishing results. Paradoxically, he found the process not grueling but manageable, for this supreme discipline transcended soul power martial arts techniques entirely. The profound insights into the Saints’ path could catalyze his ultimate ambition—achieving saint-like status during the Immeasurable Stage, an unprecedented feat.

Yaoruoxian’s accomplishment burned in his mind—this woman who had miraculously formulated Saints’ Laws at Touching Heaven Realm Level Four, attracting celestial blessings. If she could achieve the impossible, why not him? Her rivalry ignited a fierce determination within him.

Such competition was invaluable—relentless momentum permitting no respite.

Their conversation ebbed. Yuluan rested against Zhang Yang—not out of affection, but to resume cultivation. She stimulated her Chi Dragon Royal bloodline while he refined Quasi-Holy Power Diamond Dragon Strength—no longer mere Diamond Dragon Divine Power. Their draconic energies resonated synergistically.

Zhang Yang sought to erase the "Quasi" prefix, forging true Diamond Dragon Holy Power. Yuluan pursued deeper bloodline awakening. Time dissolved in their meditative states.

Two days evaporated.

They remained immersed in enlightenment.

Then, Flower Phantom materialized with a troubled countenance, disrupting their seclusion—urgent matters demanded attention.