Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 565 – This is a Different World

[Skin “Long Hao” creation complete.]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Abilities: Death Rule (Beginner), Progenitor Dragon Bloodline (Pureblood)]

Lin Fan stared at the Skin in his hands, silent for a very, very long time.

Then, he put it on.

Dragon horns, black hair, golden vertical pupils.

He walked to the edge of the pool deep within the cave and looked at his reflection.

The water mirrored a young, defiant face.

It was Long Hao.

But in those eyes, not a trace of a youth’s burning passion remained.

Long Xi, who had returned from the fox clan’s territory, would never again see that gentle “Brother Lin Fan.”

From today onward, I am Long Hao.

Lin Fan looked down at his hands, covered in golden scales.

Such overwhelming power.

He had worn many Skins before, but never like this.

To better synchronize with this Skin, he chose permanent fusion.

He cast away his human identity, binding his soul to this dragon body.

Because Long Hao’s Progenitor Dragon Bloodline was among the strongest on this continent.

It was his hope of going home.

He saw Long Xi, back from the fox clan’s lands, sitting alone, looking unhappy because she couldn’t find “Brother Lin Fan.” He walked over and, imitating Long Hao’s manner, awkwardly patted her head.

“Sis, I’m back.”

Long Xi looked up, saw her “little brother’s” familiar face, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Where did you go fighting this time? Where’s Brother Lin Fan?”

“He… left. Went back to Blue Star.” Lin Fan told a lie.

Long Xi let out an “oh,” her spirits low.

Lin Fan said nothing more.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

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That very night, Lin Fan avoided everyone.

Spatial Ability.

It was what Zhou Ming had left him, and the reason he had crossed over in the first place.

He closed his eyes, channeling the spatial talent in his bloodline, and swept his hands before him.

“Open!”

Space warped, and a black Rift slowly tore open before him.

On the other side of the Rift was a city blazing with lights.

He froze.

He could be certain—that was Blue Star. The same language, the same architecture. Only… the time was wrong.

Using the Skin System’s power, he shifted back to his black-haired Lin Fan appearance and slipped quietly into that world.

There was no smell of radiation in the air, no stench of blood.

People on the streets wore old-fashioned clothes he had never seen, their faces carrying contented smiles.

He stopped at a newsstand.

The date was clearly printed in Chinese characters.

1725—Year 74 of the Federal Republic.

Lin Fan’s mind buzzed.

Republic?

In his world’s history, this era should have been a weak feudal dynasty. Where did a republic come from?

He refused to believe it.

Using his Spatial Ability, he darted across the world.

He went to Europe. He went to America.

The trajectory of history, at a single point three hundred years ago, had veered in a completely different direction.

In this world, the Dragon Nation was the overlord of Blue Star, its technology and culture leading the globe—it had even formed a federation.

And his world…

This was not his world.

He had merely arrived at a parallel timeline’s three hundred years ago, one that closely resembled his homeland.

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Lei Li.

Sun Jing.

Xiao Yao.

Ah Hu.

Chu Chen.

Those people he had fought so desperately to protect, who had placed all their hopes on him…

The people he knew would never exist in this timeline’s future.

He couldn’t go back.

That realization shattered him completely.

He began studying the rules of space day and night, searching for a way back.

He returned to the mountains of Hang City where he had first crossed over. And he found it.

It was a faint arc of spatial light, drifting inside an underground cavern, radiating an aura he knew all too well.

This was it.

This was the path he had come through.

“Open!!”

Lin Fan pushed his peak Level Nine power to its absolute limit, the rules of space turning into blades that frenziedly sliced at that arc of light.

The mountains crumbled. The earth trembled.

But that arc of light didn’t budge an inch.

Like an absolute coordinate, it was locked firmly in place.

Lin Fan fell to his knees.

He understood now.

His original crossing had been a resonance between the space rules of two worlds—an event that occurred once in ten thousand years. A coincidence of one in a hundred million.

To open it on his own…

His current power was far, far too lacking.

Unless… he could break past the Level Nine threshold.

To reach that realm that existed only in legend.

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Level Ten.

To become a god.

A thought surfaced in his mind.

Bloodline Fusion.

This was a secret he had unearthed from Long Hao’s memories—a secret belonging only to twin offspring of the Ancestral Dragon Clan.

Forcibly fusing two homologous twin bloodlines could shatter the limits and ascend to godhood.

The price was that the one being fused into would vanish completely.

Their soul and memories would become nothing more than nourishment for the other.

He thought of the Dragon Spirit Continent.

He thought of the white-haired girl sitting in the garden, swinging her legs as she wove a wrist guard for him.

Long Xi.

The only key in this world that could let him break through to Level Ten and gain the power to go home.

…

Fifty years had passed.

The Dragon Spirit Continent had turned upside down.

That Blue Star human named Lin Fan was never mentioned again.

And Long Hao had become the Dragon Clan’s new legend.

He was no longer that reckless young man.

He had grown steady and ruthless, spending a hundred years either beating every disobedient race into submission or wiping them out entirely.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan had been exterminated by his own hand. The king of the Heaven-Slaying Tigers had been skinned and flayed, its skeleton still hanging behind his throne to this day.

He had established Pureblood Dragon Clan rule, set up the Council of Elders, and divided the Dragon Clan into strict hierarchies.

He had become the only king in the hearts of all dragons—the only “Ancestor.”

His power had also reached the peak of Level Nine, just one step short of the final breakthrough.

“Little brother, you’ve changed.”

Long Xi looked at Long Hao, who was wiping bloodstains from his hands on the throne, her gaze filled with unfamiliarity.

“You weren’t like this before.”

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Long Hao’s movements paused.

He looked up at his sister, who had hardly changed at all in these hundred years.

She was still so naive.

So naive that even after he had killed so many, with blood on his hands, she still saw him as the little brother who needed her care.

“People always change.” Long Hao’s voice was flat.

“But… but you killed so many people! Those fox clan children—what fault did they have?” Long Xi’s eyes reddened.

“Their fault was being too weak.”

Long Hao stood up, walked to her, and reached out a hand, intending to pat her head as he always had.

But Long Xi instinctively stepped back.

The movement was subtle.

Yet Long Hao’s outstretched hand froze midair.

He withdrew it and smiled.

“Sis, haven’t you always wanted to see Blue Star?”

“Once I finish handling the last matter, I’ll take you back.”

“Really?” Long Xi’s eyes lit up, brimming with delight.

“Really.”

Long Hao nodded.

Of course he would take her “back.”

In a way she could never imagine.

…

Another fifty years passed.

Lin Fan—or rather, Long Hao—had nearly forgotten his original name.

A hundred years can change many things.

But his desire to return home had not changed.

He stood behind Long Xi as she stabilized the Portal, and his Bloodline resonated with hers.

The time had come.