Celebration returned to the Li Family.
From "waste" to genius overnight.
But Li Hao remained calm.
Because he knew the truth.
What he showed… was only half.
That night, under the pale moonlight, he stood alone once more.
"Come out," he muttered.
Lightning erupted.
A golden dragon formed behind him—its eyes crackling with raw power.
It was alive.
Not a projection.
Not a symbol.
But something closer to a… real entity.
"So this is a forged soul…"
Unlike normal martial souls, it did not feel obedient.
It felt… wild.
Hungry.
Li Hao narrowed his eyes.
"If I can forge one… I can forge more."
The path ahead was clear.
Dangerous.
But limitless.