Aya still remembers when she was very young...probably around ten years old, just hatched from an egg? At that time, she had transformed into a humanoid form, a cute little girl of five or six years old, and her parents lived with her.

One evening, her dad took her to a cave several kilometers away from home and told her to wait there until the next morning. But for young Aya, sitting quietly in a cave for a whole day was almost impossible. So, in less than an hour, she couldn't bear the loneliness and secretly snuck back home.

What she saw next was her dad pinning her mom down on the bed, and she could hear all sorts of indescribable sounds. Unfortunately, naive little Aya didn't know what they were doing and thought her dad was bullying her mom. She got angry and then picked up a stone pillar at the entrance of the cave and charged towards her dad, shouting "Wa-ya!" She poked her dad's butt...

The image of what happened after she hit the pillar still deeply impressed Aya. Her dad, who was furious, immediately started a barrage of deadly martial arts moves, including the soul-snatching scissor kicks, the golden "Wa-ka-ya" pants chain whipping... Thinking back now, perhaps that irresponsible couple leaving her behind to enjoy themselves had something to do with this.

After that incident, the old man and the little girl just stood there, glaring at each other with wide eyes for seven consecutive days, neither daring to touch the chair with their butts.

Ahem, as for why this suddenly came up, it's because Aya feels it's difficult to find something as embarrassing as when she kicked her dad's butt with that incident, compared to when her dad and her explained that matter afterwards.

--Well, until Tiran said that sentence.

You're such a coward! But speaking of which, after both of the dragon's horns broke off, it really did resemble... Aya quickly slapped herself to stop her mind from wandering. Don't let yourself get carried away!

The dragon's body still bore the marks of a fierce battle. The part where the horns should have been on its head was brutally severed, one eye turned into a scar, and even the right wing was broken in half. There was a scar on its skeletal frame as wide as a city wall. Honestly, it was so ugly that no medicine could cure it. In this regard, it couldn't compare to the beautiful golden dragon.

Though ugly, the dragon's might was pure and intimidating. Aya had to fully unleash her aura to barely dispel the feeling of fear in her heart.

"You really have a way with words, miss..." Kongming's face had the expression of someone who accidentally swallowed feces.

"Just speaking the truth." Tiran shrugged.

But after she made a fuss, the overwhelming sense of oppression seemed to ease somewhat, and Aya refocused her attention on the dragon.

In the blink of an eye, little Angel had already started fighting the dragon.

...

To be honest, Feifei was starting to regret now.

From the moment the dragon let out its first roar, her confidence in victory began to waver. The dragon's might enveloped her, bringing a strong sense of restraint.

No, I can't give up! As a proud Angel warrior, so many predecessors never backed down in the face of enemies ten or hundred times stronger than themselves. How could she lower her head in front of this ugly creature!

Biting her tongue to use the pain as a way to shake off the lingering oppression, Fiona let out a loud cry and swung her sword horizontally, creating a hundred-meter-long cross blade before diving down like a golden shooting star.

The dragon finally reacted, lifting its head and emitting an angry roar towards the sky.

"Oh god, that is..." Aya, who was watching, was amazed.

With a roaring sound, the air was filled with continuous bursts and cracks, like a crazy black snake dancing wildly from the point of origin of the dragon's mouth.

The space was shattered by a mere roar!

In an instant, the scene in the direction of the dragon's roar turned into a glass-like surface filled with cracks. Wherever the cracks touched, whether it was seawater, air, sound, or light, everything was swallowed up.

The cross-shaped sword light that Fiona slashed with all her might instantly shattered, and I urgently stopped my downward momentum, trying to regain altitude.

An inexplicable chill suddenly enveloped Fiona's body, causing even the feathers on her wings to stand up.

Looking down, Fiona saw that the only remaining golden-red giant eye of the dragon was firmly locked onto her, filled with coldness, cruelty... and mockery.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

Fiona realized that something was wrong and looked up to find that a pitch-black deep vortex had appeared in the sky, less than ten meters above, slowly rotating like a millstone, generating immense attraction and devouring everything around it.

It was impossible to break free with ordinary-level power! It was a move at the rule level!

If she were outside, she could still fight back with Holy Rank power, but it was unexpected that she would encounter the same predicament in this strange sealing place as in the realm of gods.

...

"Oh no, little Feifei is done for!"

Aya was startled, and her dragon wings opened to rush over and save her, but her feet barely left the ground before she fell back down.

Damn it, even if I go over there, it's just one more person to be sacrificed!

"What's going on? Isn't the rule sealed here? What's the deal with that dragon? Has it hacked the system?" Tiran realized the problem.

"It's not really sealed. Rules are omnipresent. They can't be easily sealed." Kongming looked at the struggling little angel and sighed softly, "She just can't understand the rules here. The space beneath our feet and the sealing place are no longer closely connected. If anything, the sealing is just used as a foundation."

"The true nature of this small world is The Realm."

The Realm?

When Tiran heard this term, he instantly spouted out, my goodness... Isn't this one of the most frequently mentioned phrases in online novels?

"It's like the setting above Holy Rank? Half-step divine and all that?"

Kongming, who was interrupted, clearly paused, and after a moment of silence, he awkwardly nodded.

Holy Rank, the existence that understands the rules of the world, surpassing the ordinary. They can use, control, and even break the rules, standing at a completely different level from ordinary experts.

When fighting against ordinary experts, Holy Rank strong can easily make them powerless just by subtly changing the rules. For example, when dealing with a swordsman who is unmatched in speed, no matter how fast he is, in the eyes of Holy Rank, time seems to stretch indefinitely, reducing the speed to that of a snail. No matter how precise the movements, flaws become apparent, or more simply by tearing apart space, shattering both the opponent and the space in which the opponent exists.

But that's the limit.

"Controlling, using, breaking the rules. Holy Rank can only do these things. It seems formidable, but at best, they are just modifications, adding or removing things to finished products."

"Completely removing the existing finished product and creating one's own rules on a blank page, that is 'The Realm'. Within The Realm, I am the ruler," Kong Ming said, with a noble and elegant expression.

"Well, that's quite something," Aya said, already in a state of astonishment, having previously read web novels on QiDian. The princess from her previous life, on the other hand, calmly uttered four words, as if saying, "Wow, seems quite impressive."

"Hey... give me some face, lady," the Demon Lord couldn't bear it any longer, his old face couldn't take it, "I worked hard to explain and ended up with such an evaluation, that's too much."

"Now is not the time to talk about this! Little Feizi is in danger!" Aya urgently reminded them.

"Zhuge village chief, any brilliant plans?" Tiran looked at Kong Ming with narrowed eyes.

"Naturally," Kong Ming seemed to have already figured it out, as he cleared his throat and turned to face Aya, saying earnestly, "Aya, please fuse with me."

"..."

...

After enduring eighteen consecutive strikes from the Soul Snatching Scissors, Kong Ming quickly surrendered and begged for mercy. Otherwise, Aya would probably have to use another set of ancestral secret techniques that her father had kept hidden. Considering that Kong Ming was once a Demon Lord, it wasn't a very pleasing sight to imagine him being held down and spanked. So, Kong Ming quickly explained.

"You mean, half of the ocean in this small world is the 'The Realm' of the Dragon, and the other half is your 'The Realm'... and you need a body?"

"That's right. Although I was also at 'The Realm' level before I died, my body was chewed up by the Dragon. What you see now is purely my soul. I can't even fight, let alone control my own 'The Realm'."

"Then please explain what's going on with the guy over there! Isn't he also a soul?"

"I was swallowed by him..." Kong Ming said grumpily, "In terms of soul power, the Dragon is stronger than me, but if I have a temporary body to rely on, it'll be different. As long as I can unleash the power of 'The Realm', the Dragon's soul won't be able to resist."

"So... I wonder if either of you would lend me your body?"

Aya and Tiran both took a step back and crossed their arms.

Even though they knew that it didn't mean anything extra, the request sounded dangerous!

"Let's first confirm if there are any side effects to this possession."

"Um, to be honest, I'm not really sure about that, since I've never tried it before," Kong Ming pointed to Fiona, who was being gradually pulled towards the black hole. "But if we don't make a decision soon, the Angel girl won't be able to be saved."

Tiran and Aya exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of caution in each other's eyes. Even though they had just met Kong Ming, they couldn't be sure what he would do after obtaining a body. They couldn't even be sure if he would return it.

"...Do you have any misunderstandings?"

"No, none at all. Let's go," Aya coughed a few times, and with her neck stretched out and her eyes closed, she opened her hand as if she was ready to pick fruits. Now is not the time to consider this. If they delay any longer, little Angel will really be in danger.