Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"die--"

"kill--"

"hatred--"

Within the black smoke, a mournful female voice could be heard faintly, while the roar of a ferocious dragon was deafening.

Amidst the overlapping sounds, the black smoke formed an illusory shape in the air.

Sometimes she resembles a woman with tears streaming down her face, and sometimes she resembles a giant dragon roaring to the sky.

Without a doubt, this is the so-called Silver Dragon Wraith.

She had been imprisoned in this labyrinth called the Silverstone Mystery, enduring countless years of torment. Zheng Jing looked up at her, his golden eyes flickering.

Then, without saying a word, he twirled the stick in his hand and swept it to the ground.

In an instant, a surge of domineering battle aura scorched, melting away the frozen earth.

This scorching heat caused the black smoke to be unable to surround Zheng Jing any longer, forcing it to shrink and converge in one place in order to withstand the impact of the battle energy.

At that moment, Zheng Jing raised the silver stone, handle pointing downwards, and thrust it into the ground.

Before the dragon soul, whose form had become clearer due to shrinkage, could make any further movement, Zheng Jing sat cross-legged in front of the long-handled broadsword, with the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Monkey King's Staff) lying across his legs.

"Namo Amitabha Night..."

With eyes half-closed and mouth open, the mantra for rebirth bursts forth from the throat.

In terms of performing rituals to help the souls of the deceased, Zheng Jing can be considered a representative of those who gained true knowledge through practice.

And listen to the Buddhist chants emanating from his mouth, as resounding as a great bell; and see the golden light emanating from his body, as bright as the sun. Indeed:

He swept away all demons with his staff, leaving no one alive; his golden eyes, half-closed, held compassion.

Laughter and shouting filled the old temple, while in the blood-soaked prison, one sat cross-legged.

He touches all six senses, guiding the soul and supporting the heart; good and evil are indistinguishable, but cause and effect bring retribution!

With this thought, the sound of Buddha and golden light intertwined and flowed together, transforming into clear, radiant characters that soared into the air and spun without becoming disordered.

If viewed from above, these golden characters appear to form a lotus platform descending from the sky.

As the lotus platform gathered, the black smoke dissipated, revealing a silvery-white halo inside. In the halo, one could vaguely see the intertwined appearances of a human and a dragon.

Just then, Zheng Jing suddenly glared at him.

"If we don't leave now, when will we?"

"..."

But the halo, upon hearing the shout, did not leave; instead, it moved closer to Zheng Jing.

"?"

Upon seeing this, Zheng Jing quickly concealed his golden aura.

As the golden light on his body receded, the silver halo gently landed in front of him, swaying and transforming into the appearance of a young girl.

With silver hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a beautiful appearance, it was indeed a common and attractive look for a silver dragon when it transformed into a human.

For some reason, when the silver dragon's spirit came to Zheng Jing, it didn't say a word, but just stared at Zheng Jing.

Zheng Jing was bewildered by her stare and involuntarily leaned back slightly.

"W-What did you do?"

Zheng Jing had no choice but to speak first: "Now that you've broken free from this knife, why don't you—oh! Hey!"

As he spoke, he suddenly slapped his forehead.

"You're not a native of this material plane, are you? Well, such a legendary weapon doesn't seem like something that she-devil could concoct here..."

"Alright, as the saying goes, if you're going to help someone, help them all the way. Tell me, which material plane are you from? Although I, Old Zheng, haven't traveled to many places, I've been on many expeditions, so maybe I can help you find someone from your hometown."

"Oh! By the way, judging from your condition, you might have been harmed by that sheep offal called Bapomei. In that case, you might be from the same hometown as YO XiaoYO and Ke Xiaomei?"

The silver dragon soul that had been silently watching Zheng Jing suddenly frowned, perhaps because it had heard the name of Bafumie, which aroused such blatant disgust in her.

"Anyway, let me tell you about yourself first. By the way, my name is Zheng Jing. You can call me Zheng Jing or Lao Zheng, it's fine either way."

"...Zheng Jing?"

"Yes, and you? What's your name?"

"...What's my name?"

"?"

Zheng Jing was taken aback at first, then his expression turned serious as if he had thought of something.

"How much do you...do you still remember about yourself?"

Upon hearing his question, the silver dragon spirit frowned, pondered for a moment, and then shook its head.

"I...I don't know...I have amnesia?"

"hiss!"

Zheng Jing gasped.

"That's not surprising, sigh."

He scratched his cheek, glancing at the silver dragon spirit that was staring at him silently again.

For some reason, after realizing he had lost his memory, the silver dragon spirit looked aggrieved when it stared at him.

"Hey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Miss Long, why don't you come with me, Old Zheng? We can ask around at the Expeditionary Force, maybe we can find out?"

As he spoke, Zheng Jing took out a fake body that Kisuke had given him from his backpack, intending to try and see if it could temporarily contain the silver dragon's soul.

"......name."

"what?"

"I want a name."

"Want a name?"

Zheng Jing blinked, then his eyes widened, and he pointed at himself: "You, you want me, Old Zheng, to name you?"

The silver dragon's spirit blinked, stared at Zheng Jing, and then remained silent.

"Alright, alright, consider it a good deed. Name, name... how am I supposed to name you? I haven't even thought about what to name my future children..."

Muttering to himself, Zheng Jing scratched his head and cheeks, his eyes darting around as he looked the silver dragon's soul up and down.

"Look at you, so pretty! Your eyes are like they're glowing, a deep, vibrant blue-green, blue-eyed... Hey, I can't exactly call you Blues, can I? Really—"

"Blue, Ace?"

The silver dragon's spirit suddenly spoke again.

She stared intently at Zheng Jing and pointed to herself.

"Blue, Ace."

Zheng Jing blinked a few times and opened his mouth.

"......ah?"

Chapter 323: In a fit of rage

"Have you remembered your name?"

Zheng Jing looked at the silver dragon's soul: "You're really called Bruce?"

Upon hearing this, the silver dragon's spirit frowned again and tilted its head.

"......I don't know either."

She looked at Zheng Jing with a wronged expression, as if she was blaming him for giving her a difficult problem.

"Oh, you! Sigh... Fine, if you like it, then call me that for now."

Zheng Jing shook his head, picked up the artificial body and shook it at the silver dragon soul—now it should be called Ace—and said, "Come on, try it on and see if it fits."

"?"

"Try crawling in, that's it."

"Oh......"

Watching the artificial body, which originally resembled a model, gradually reveal the same posture as Ace in the silver halo, Zheng Jing rummaged in his backpack and pulled out a few simple men's clothes.

"You've simply forgotten your memories about your identity, how to use your own power, and some basic common sense, haven't you?"

"Hmm, probably..."

After lying on the ground and moving stiffly for a few moments, Ace raised his eyes and mumbled as he looked at Zheng Jing.

It looks like a large dog that lies on the ground whimpering when its owner doesn't take it out for a walk.

Helpless, Zheng Jing reached out to help her up and guided her hands to put on her clothes.

While putting it on, he kept muttering, "Remember, this artificial body, which is the shell you're using now, can't withstand your abuse. If you use too much power, it will most likely break. I don't have many spares left, so be careful when using it, okay?"

Ace remained silent, only staring at Zheng Jing with his deep blue-green eyes, it was unclear whether he had heard a word.

"Okay, try to stand up by yourself. You should be able to get used to it by now."

After helping Ace get dressed, Zheng Jingxian stood up, stepped back, and waved to Ace.

Ace then started moving on his own.

Although she was a little unsteady, like a newborn foal, she managed to get up and stand on her own two feet.

"Not bad!"

Zheng Jing nodded, turned his back, and squatted down: "Come on up."

He turned his head and saw Ace looking confused. He said, "After we finish here, we still have to hurry. You can't fly with your artificial body, so I, Old Zheng, will carry you for a while."

Upon hearing this, Ace took two steps forward, looked at Zheng Jing's back, and for some reason, first reached out and touched it.

"Haha—it's a little itchy! Stop messing around, hurry up."

After Zheng Jing said a couple of things, she hugged him.

Hold on tight!

With that, Zheng Jing stepped onto a golden cloud and soared into the sky.

He fought for over two hours, scattering tens of thousands of troops and killing two or three thousand players. Although he managed to get Naheparipuni to escape, he severely injured her and took her legendary weapon.

Meanwhile, on the other side, YOYO's expeditionary force was still fighting on the main battlefield against the True God Army led by Balorimori Kaliha.

"Boom!!"

A giant fist, almost half the size of an adult human male, slammed into the heavy shield erected by Komilia, producing a terrifying thud.

However, when faced with this attack, Komilia simply lowered his body slightly and calmly blocked the giant fist.

That terrifying force, enough to cause a hundred-meter radius to collapse suddenly, vanished into Komilia's not-so-tall body as if it were a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Then, she swung the flail in her right hand with a whoosh, shooting out several golden chains that tightly bound the arm holding the giant fist.

At the same time, YOYO raised the giant sword burning with golden-red light and charged diagonally, leaping up and slashing at the face of the Balor Demon that was over five meters tall!

With his body bound, Balor had no choice but to raise the greatsword in his other hand and thrust it upwards—

"Clang!"

--"ah!!"

The crisp sound of swords clashing rang out almost simultaneously with Balor's angry roar of pain.

It clearly blocked the massive sword that was taller than a person, but the golden-red light on the sword still managed to pass through the greatsword in Balor's hand, like a sword aura soaring through the air, piercing through Balor's giant body from top to bottom.

"Get out of here—"

With a sweep of his right hand and a powerful punch of his left, Balor roared and retreated several steps, putting distance between himself and Komilia and YOYO.

"Gulp... A mortal, a mere mortal..."

Compared to the pain inside his body, the feeling of being forced to the edge of a cliff made Balomo Lika Liha even more resentful at this moment.

"All your atrocities end today, Lika Liha!"