Zhongli watched everything with slight sadness, after all
Then the Dragon God turned to Di Tian, his voice trembling slightly."I knew your mother. She was one of the Ten Dragon Kings… my personal bodyguard. She and your father—Light and Darkness united—could not bear to kill me. So they chose death. Together."
Di Tian's jaw trembled. He looked away, the storm in his heart barely contained.
But then Zhongli spoke up."I can bring them back."
The everyone grew silent, it was as if the world stopped moving.
Silver Dragon King's eyes widened. "What… what do you mean?"
Zhongli smiled gently.
"I can resurrect them."
A heavy silence fell. Even Dragon God was in shock, but a spark of hope rose in his heart.
Zhongli looked through the after and from there … souls responded.
Zhongli extended his hands, and four shimmering soul flames hovered above his palms, glowing with ancient energy. The flames pulsed with ghostly white and ethereal light, each carrying immense power and spiritual resonance.
With a solemn motion, Zhongli cast the soul flames into the earth, and as they struck the ground, the area trembled slightly. The land responded as if recognizing the divine presence.
A blinding radiance surged upward in four pillars, and from the flames, four figures began to materialize, slowly taking form—first as silhouettes, then as beings of flesh and blood.
First came a slender young man, radiant and handsome. His white hair shimmered like moonlight, and a white scale glowed softly on his forehead. Golden eyes opened with warmth—the lost Dragon Prince.
Then came a mysterious woman, wrapped in a beautiful black dress patterned with the cosmos. She has long, flowing black hair with distinct yellow streaks running through it. The hair falls down their back and sides. With serious expression, with narrow, golden-colored eyes and defined features. There are also markings visible onher face, below the eyes, resembling stylized lines.
Protruding from the forehead are two prominent, curved golden horns that sweep upwards.Her aura absorbed all darkness—a silent void of grace and grief. The Darkness Dragon King.
Beside her, the Light Dragon King appeared—his brilliance gentle but unwavering. His hair is completely white. He also has a light green veil on his head. His clothes are many layers on each other, like a sort of dress. He also has a white belt to fit it. His eyes are golden.
Light and shadow now stood reunited.
And finally… a serene woman stepped forward. She wore no crown, but the air around her bent gently as if honoring her presence. The Dragon God's wife.
The Ten Great Beasts knelt again, this time not out of fear—but reverence.
Dragon God's phantom, though intangible, shimmered with trembling golden light. His eyes, formed of divine energy, brimmed with tears as he gazed at his son and wife—both whole and alive. His voice cracked, soft and filled with yearning.
"My son…"
The Dragon Prince, standing tall yet gentle, smiled warmly.
"You didn't do anything to hurt me, Father. It was just a cruel ploy by fate. But… I'm back now."
He stepped forward, reaching out slightly as if to embrace the phantom.
The Dragon God's essence pulsed, unable to hold back the trembling of his form.
Beside them, his wife, regal and serene, stepped close, laying a hand over his shoulder, her voice soothing and sure.
"Everything is going to be okay now. We're together again."
And in that quiet moment of reunion, all divine beasts watched in awe.
But none were more overwhelmed than Di Tian.
His eyes, once sharp and commanding, now widened with disbelief as he looked upon the Dark Dragon King—his mother. She hadn't aged a day in his eyes. Her elegance, her power… her presence.
The moment their gazes met, she stepped forward, arms open.
"My son…" she whispered.
Di Tian, the mighty leader of the Ten Great Beasts, the cold enforcer of the forest, crumbled. Tears poured freely down his cheeks as he rushed forward and collapsed into her embrace, trembling.
"Mother… mother… I missed you so much!"
He sobbed like a child, buried in the comfort of her arms for the first time in hundreds of thousands of years.
The Dark Dragon King gently stroked his back, voice like a lullaby.
"My little boy has grown up so much."
Just then, the Light Dragon King stepped forward, smiling softly, arms rising—
Only for the Dark Dragon King to stretch out her hand and block him without turning her head. She mouthed calmly:
"Don't ruin this."
The Light Dragon King blinked, deadpanned.
"...Still the same after all these years."
Even the Silver Dragon King, her divine composure trembling, whispered:"…You truly are not ordinary, Zhongli."
Zhongli looked at the families reunited, the ancient wounds beginning to close.
"You have suffered long enough. Let this be the beginning of your healing."
Di Tian, eyes still damp, slowly turned toward Zhongli. Despite being the proud and undisputed leader of the Ten Savage Beasts for hundreds of thousands of years, he bent his knees without hesitation.
His voice was resolute."From this day forth, my life is yours, My Lord."
One after another, the Ten Savage Beasts followed their leader's gesture, kneeling in unison, their power resonating through the forest yet bowed in submission. Even the prideful Xiong Jun, usually driven by raw instinct, lowered his massive head.
Then, the air shimmered again, and the Dragon God's phantom hovered above the lake, his gaze firm yet humble."After what you've done, not just for me—but for my family, for our entire race—I owe a blood debt that cannot be repaid. I am yours to command, as is all that I once ruled."
The two Dragon Kings, once noble and unyielding, now stood side by side with heads bowed.
The Dark Dragon King spoke first."You gave me my son back. My soul and strength are yours."
The Light Dragon King followed."This is not a matter of gratitude. It is a matter of justice. From this day forward, we serve you."
The Silver Dragon King stepped forward, her violet eyes fixed on Zhongli with a mix of reverence and curiosity. Her voice, graceful and regal, resonated through the clearing:
"I, too, swear my loyalty to you. From this day forth, the legacy of the Dragon Clan and the will of the soul beasts shall follow your command."
Her ethereal form bowed gently—not from submission born of weakness, but from a deep recognition of the power Zhongli held.
The forest itself seemed to still, as if nature itself acknowledged her vow.
Bi Ji, standing behind her, peeked at Zhongli with wide, jade-green eyes. Her heart, pure and kind, was not ruled by pride like the others.
She clutched her fingers and mumbled under her breath, cheeks tinged pink:"He really doesn't feel like a human at all… He's more like…"
She didn't finish the sentence.
Zhongli simply stood calmly, amber eyes watching everyone—not with arrogance, but with a timeless composure that made even the ancient beasts feel like fledglings before him.
At that moment, Zhongli stood not as a guest in this world—but as its silent, undeniable axis.
He had not only earned their trust, but their absolute loyalty—a force that no human or god had ever truly commanded before.