Xiao Lin clutched Luo Yan's crystal pendant until his hands bled. Ice mist descended suddenly, shrouding the ruins of Xuanji Mountain in a corpselike silence. But beyond the mist, hundreds of feet of footsteps echoed—Ancient Dragon Worshippers in golden robes were marching, forming a circle around him. The silver-haired woman hovered above Yinglong, her blue sword now transformed into a giant, gaping ice dragon.
"You think your victory against Tianmo is the end?" the woman said, her voice like the rustling of dragon scales. "He's just a minion. We *created* Tianmo. And you just gave us the materials for a stronger one."
Yinglong roared, his breath freezing the ruins into ice. Xiao Lin tried to raise his metal claw, but the Jiuying energy within it had already dimmed. The purple blood on his body was drying up, peeling off like snake skin.
"Luo Yan…" he whispered to the pendant.
Suddenly, the crystal pulsed. Luo Yan's hoarse voice whispered: *"Jiuyinlong... break me..."*
Xiao Lin didn't understand. The silver woman laughed, raising her hand. From within her robe, the **Jiuying pieces** that had been shattered in the past floated up—it turned out that the Ancient Dragon Worshippers had gathered them.
"We need your Forbidden blood to unite them," she said. "With the Jiuying, Yinglong, and you—we will give birth to a true **Ancient Dragon**!"
The thousand Dragon Worshippers began to chant an ancient incantation. The ice on the ground cracked, revealing the hands of corpses clad in ancient armor—Su Liang's cursed army.
Xiao Lin ran, but where was he? The entire valley was surrounded. Just as the first corpse was about to catch him, the crystal pendant suddenly exploded.
*Clack!*
A **glass sword** of blue blood emerged from it—the last piece of the Jiuyinlong! Xiao Lin grabbed it, and in an instant—
*Flashback: Luo Yan in the Tianmo dimension, her body chained with black energy. "Stab my heart!" he shouted at Xiao Lin in the vision. "Free our Forbidden Blood!"*
Xiao Lin sobbed. "No... I can't—"
But the corpses were already piling up on him. Above, the fragments of Jiuying and Yinglong began to coalesce into a giant energy spiral. The silver woman shouted: "Soon! The Birth of the Primordial Dragon!"
With a hoarse cry, Xiao Lin stabbed the glass sword into the crystal pendant—right where Luo Yan's heart was.
*Crack!*
The world shook. The small black hole in Luo Yan's scar expanded, sucking in all the ice and corpses. From within, **two figures** emerged:
1. **Luo Yan** with blue dragon wings growing from her back.
2. **Tianmo** who now had the appearance of a half-dragon Su Liang.
"Xiao Lin," Luo Yan's voice echoed in double—human and demon. "You're too late. I... have already become a **Gate**."
Tianmo laughed holding the chain tied around Luo Yan's neck. "She's mine now. And you—"
Xiao Lin didn't give it time to finish. The Jiuyinlong glass sword stabbed into the ground, triggering an explosion of purple light. But the energy was absorbed by the Primordial Dragon's spiral above.
The silver woman screamed in joy. "Perfect! The Forbidden Blood, two legendary swords, and the soul of a traitor—all gathered!"
The spiral exploded. From within, a **dragon eye the size of a hill** opened.
***
The half-demon Luo Yan charged at Xiao Lin, her sharp nails digging into his shoulder. "Kill me!" she whispered as tears of blue blood fell onto the glass sword. But Tianmo pulled on her chains, forcing her to transform into a black dragon with red eyes.
The silver woman merged with the Primordial Dragon, her body becoming the core of the dragon's eye. "Now... *destruction begins*."
Elsewhere, the fragments of the Jiuying and Yinglong scattered throughout the ages suddenly came to life, stabbing themselves into the chests of every warrior and demon—turning them into mindless dragon warriors.
Xiao Lin, trapped between the lost Luo Yan and the shattered world, hears Su Chen's final whisper:
*"There is one way... sacrifice everything, even our memories of you..."*