After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 227 - The True Dragon Bloodline is Yours, but the Slave Mark is Mine

Suppressing the Destined Heroine is easy, but killing her is an act against the heavens—nearly impossible!

Seven Void Refinement-level demon saints, three Void God-level demon lords, a Heaven God-level demonic artifact, and the Blood Moon Witch Mu Yanli...

For an entire incense stick’s worth of time, such a formidable lineup couldn’t manage to kill the silver-haired maiden trapped within the Immortal Execution Array.

During this time, the sword intent that angered the heavens exploded continuously, never ceasing.

The Destined Heroine, at every moment of near-death, would unleash hidden potential and enter a brief invincible state—slaying gods across realms.

And just when you think her burst is over and she’s finally about to fall, she’d break through to a new level all over again...

This cycle repeated endlessly.

After an incense stick’s worth of time,

The silver-haired maiden was covered in wounds, drenched in blood. Her golden dragon robes were tattered, and her dragon-scaled battle skirt was in shreds. Her black silk stockings were torn, revealing patches of her pale, reddened skin. The sight of this fallen sword maiden was both tragic and heartbreakingly beautiful—evoking a primal protective instinct in any onlooker.

At this moment,

The silver-haired maiden knelt on one knee, her head hanging weakly as she leaned on her sword for support. Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound by demonic chains, and a massive ethereal crescent blade pierced through her back and chest—pinning her to the ground.

This demonic blade, a Void God-level artifact, suppressed her last breath of life and sealed any chance of resistance.

In front of the wounded maiden,

The white-haired witch panted heavily. Her flawless yet blood-streaked face showed signs of exhaustion. Even Mu Yanli’s body bore numerous wounds—evidence of how taxing it had been to push An Luo Yi to this point.

Defeating An Luo Yi had been harder than razing an entire city.

But the thought of finally killing this Destined Heroine brought a twisted, triumphant smile to Mu Yanli’s lips—a sense of accomplishment akin to “slaying gods as a mortal.”

She stepped forward,

Raising her right hand as several blood serpents coiled up her pale arm—forming a long, sharp blood blade.

Her white hair turned an even deeper shade of crimson.

Without hesitation,

Mu Yanli gripped the blood blade tightly, aiming for the silver-haired maiden’s neck as she coldly declared:

“An Luo Yi, die.”

Whoosh!

Drip...

Drip...

Drip... Drip...

As Mu Yanli swung her blood blade down,

An Luo Yi thought her life would end there.

But when she opened her eyes again,

She found herself lying on a sea of clouds high above the nine heavens. The sunlight was warm, and a gentle breeze brushed past—bringing an unprecedented sense of peace.

Sitting up,

An Luo Yi was about to explore this ethereal cloudscape when a golden dragon’s ethereal form appeared above her—

“Young one, do you desire power?”

The golden dragon radiated an ancient and divine aura. Its shimmering golden scales exuded majesty and sanctity.

Just one glance at it left An Luo Yi spellbound—her gaze locked onto the dragon as if in a trance, unable to think or react.

“Young one, do you desire power?”

The ancient voice echoed in her ears.

Truthfully,

Being gazed upon by such an ancient and supreme being made An Luo Yi’s body tremble instinctively. In the presence of this golden dragon, she felt how insignificant she truly was. Fear gripped her heart, yet she couldn’t move. The voice continued to reverberate in her mind—

“Young one, do you desire power?”

“Young one...”

The answer seemed obvious.

Or perhaps,

An Luo Yi had no choice at all. In reality, she was moments away from being decapitated by Mu Yanli.

At such a critical moment,

What other choice did she have?

If she accepted this ancient being’s offer, she could gain supreme power—enough to turn the tide and change her fate!

Yet for some reason,

An Luo Yi hesitated.

Though the golden dragon symbolized light and divine majesty,

Its radiant glow felt unbearably blinding to her.

Somewhere along the way,

An Luo Yi had grown to dislike the light. She preferred the night over the day—longing for each evening while dreading the arrival of morning...

Because at night,

He would always be there—nestled in her embrace. But by morning,

He would always disappear.

“Accept me. Become the heir of the True Dragon. You shall reign supreme over all worlds!”

The enticing voice continued to fill her mind—guiding her closer to the golden dragon’s ethereal form.

“Reject me, and you will die—you will lose everything...”

“Think of those you cherish. Can you bear to leave them behind?”

These words froze An Luo Yi in place,

Her mind flooded with memories—flashes of a white-robed youth appearing vividly before her eyes. His warmth and gentleness felt so real...

Seeing him,

A flicker of emotion returned to An Luo Yi’s previously blank expression.

She reached out instinctively—desperate to touch him. But no matter how far she stretched her hand,

He remained just out of reach...

“Accept me, and I will give you power. Return to the real world—I will help you claim him as yours alone!”

The ancient voice echoed one final time.

Simultaneously,

The white-robed youth’s image began to fade into the distance.

This time,

An Luo Yi didn’t hesitate. She chased after him without a second thought—terrified he would vanish again...

Unknowingly,

Her pursuit led her beneath the golden dragon’s shadow.

Bathed in its divine light,

The youth’s image disintegrated into ashes—leaving An Luo Yi alone once more.

“Heh...”

Above her,

The ancient voice chuckled softly—its tone both pleased and smug.

In that moment,

An Luo Yi felt as if lightning had struck her. Her face turned pale as she realized she had been deceived once again. She should have known—the image was merely an illusion.

“Do not despair. As a Destined Heroine, you are meant to inherit the strongest legacy.”

“Accept me. Gain power. This is an excellent deal. Return to reality with my gift—you can do whatever you desire...”

The ancient being continued speaking endlessly.

But An Luo Yi wasn’t listening anymore. freёnovelkiss.com

She had seen the youth’s image burned away by divine light—and now trusted nothing about this golden dragon.

In fact,

She had grown to despise anything related to “dragons.”

But it was too late.

Bathed in the golden dragon’s divine light,

Her body began transforming—her soul ascending and her flesh evolving.

Her skin took on a radiant golden hue akin to dragon scales—unbreakable and flawless.

Golden dragon horns sprouted from her forehead, and her eyes became vertical pupils glowing with divine brilliance—giving her the appearance of a majestic dragon warrior goddess...

At first glance,

It seemed like an incredible blessing.

But as hope flickered within An Luo Yi’s heart,

She noticed a golden divine seal descending toward her forehead—a symbol radiating undeniable authority!

Just being near it filled An Luo Yi with soul-crushing fear—a primal reaction from her rebellious nature as a Destined Heroine!

“Having received the dragon clan’s blessing, you must submit to the supreme True Dragon.”

The ancient being’s tone was filled with smug confidence—it believed victory was within its grasp.

Majestic and unparalleled—

The perfect warrior goddess!

With such a Destined Heroine under its control,

The True Dragon Clan would gain an unstoppable champion!

“No... no...”

Seeing the seal inch closer to her forehead,

Tears streamed down An Luo Yi’s face as fear and despair consumed her beautiful features.

She struggled desperately against it—

But bathed in divine light,

Her body was immobilized like a statue—even shaking her head was impossible.

She hated this ancient being. She loathed the seal above her—

No matter how dazzling or grand it appeared,

It couldn’t hide its essence as a mark of enslavement!

An Luo Yi would rather die—

Die than become a slave to the dragon clan—a mere tool for their wars!

“Stop resisting—you have no choice left—”

The seal hovered just an inch above her forehead—

But suddenly,

A faint purple glow emerged from the Phoenix Mark on An Luo Yi’s abdomen!

In an instant,

The glow disrupted everything—the ancient dragon’s voice fell silent as unease flickered within its presence.

It exerted all its power—

Desperate to brand its seal onto An Luo Yi’s soul—to enslave this breathtakingly beautiful Destined Heroine!

But under the protection of the Phoenix Mark’s violet glow,

The dragon’s seal shattered effortlessly...

“You’re... a Phoenix Host?!”

The ancient being exclaimed in shock.

Before it could process what was happening—

A pair of abyssal phoenix wings erupted behind An Luo Yi—blocking out the golden dragon’s divine light with their shadowy presence.

For a moment,

Even An Luo Yi stood frozen in disbelief—

Realizing that these wings had granted her freedom once more!

Looking up,

She saw an imposing abyssal phoenix soaring toward the golden dragon—forcing it into retreat. The clash between dragon and phoenix shook heaven and earth—a battle of yin and yang.

In awe,

An Luo Yi watched as the phoenix’s dark wings trailed black flames—a stark contrast to the golden dragon’s radiance.

Though it appeared demonic—

To An Luo Yi,

It was nothing short of a savior—a vision of beauty and salvation...

Still dazed,

She glanced behind herself—

Noticing that the abyssal wings shielding her hadn’t disappeared.

Could there be another phoenix protecting me?

Her mind flashed back to a certain winged youth adorned with intricate markings...

An Luo Yi gasped softly—

Turning around in excitement—but before she could see clearly—

A pale hand reached out and pressed two fingers gently against her forehead.

The hand was elegant and slender—its touch precise as it imprinted something onto An Luo Yi’s soul.

In that instant—

Her consciousness blurred—

And a new mark took root deep within her soul—a mark no different from enslavement...

Yet strangely—

An Luo Yi didn’t resist it.

Instead,

She felt comforted by its presence—as if it wasn’t enslavement but rather a bond tying her soul to someone she trusted deeply—a mark that felt like home amidst chaos.

Raising her hand gently—

She grasped his wrist—pressing his palm firmly against her forehead as if seeking solace in his warmth...

“Take me away... please?”

Her tear-filled eyes pleaded softly.

His hand caressed her head tenderly—

Silently conveying his answer.

Moments later—

Boom!

Like riding a rollercoaster—

An Luo Yi’s thoughts spiraled through space-time before abruptly snapping back into reality—

Awakening with newfound clarity just as Mu Yanli’s blood blade descended toward her neck!

Opening eyes now glowing with divine gold—

An Luo Yi instinctively summoned golden dragon scales around her neck—

Clang!

The blade shattered against their unyielding hardness!

Feeling unprecedented power surging within herself—

An Luo Yi realized she had inherited the golden dragon’s blessings—but bore another mark deep within...

A mark not from dragons—but from phoenixes...

A gift freely taken—and truly hers alone!