Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

This vast continent of Tianyuan boasts breathtaking scenery rarely seen in the world. From the towering, snow-capped peaks that never melt, to the boundless grasslands stretching as far as the eye can see; from the shimmering, rippling waters of expansive lakes, to the depths of lush, ancient forests with towering trees... all sorts of unique and enchanting landforms are present here, together forming a magnificent natural panorama.

The Prince's Mansion is magnificent, resembling a small palace. The tall and heavy vermilion gate seems to tell the story of the family's vicissitudes and supreme glory; above the lintel, exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns are carved, their lifelike postures highlighting the family's nobility and extraordinary status.

"Ah! Ah! It hurts so much..." On the bed, a noblewoman dressed in a magnificent brocade robe lay with her eyes tightly closed, her face as pale as paper. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking the few strands of hair that framing her face. Her face was contorted with extreme pain, her once delicate features now appearing somewhat ferocious. Her hands gripped the bedding beneath her tightly, as if she wanted to tear it apart.

Seeing this, the midwife quickly comforted her, "Madam, just a little more effort, she'll be born soon." However, the noblewoman was in so much pain that she could barely speak, only letting out low, hoarse groans.

Just then, a dazzling golden light suddenly descended from the sky, landing directly on the woman's high, protruding belly. In an instant, the golden light shone brightly, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime. As the golden light gradually merged into the woman's body, the pain on her face seemed to lessen, and her tense body slowly relaxed.

Wu Yuan, who had been anxiously waiting outside, grew increasingly uneasy upon hearing the commotion inside. He paced back and forth, craning his neck to peer inside, wishing he could rush in and see what was happening.

After a while, a clear cry was heard from inside the room, and then the midwife came out carrying a small swaddled baby, her face beaming with joy, and said, "Congratulations, madam, it's a boy!"

But Wu Yuan outside the door seemed not to hear, remaining motionless. It wasn't until a servant beside him reminded him that he snapped out of his daze, eagerly pushing open the door and striding inside. When he saw the exquisitely beautiful baby boy in the midwife's arms, his eyes lit up with a mixture of joy and surprise. His whole body trembled with excitement as he eagerly took the child from the midwife, murmuring, "I finally have a son... I finally have a son..."

Upon seeing this, the servants around knelt down and congratulated the Prince of Wuping on the birth of his son! The sounds of their congratulations filled the room.

The newborn baby groggily opened his eyes. He looked at the joyful, imposing stranger holding him tightly, his heart filled with confusion and fear. He wanted to ask where he was, but his mouth seemed sewn shut; he couldn't open it no matter what. Finally, he mustered the courage to open his mouth, but only a loud cry escaped, instantly echoing throughout the room.

The princess gently took the swaddled baby into her arms. The tiny body seemed to feel the warmth of a mother, and instantly stopped crying, becoming as quiet as if it were sleeping in a sweet dream.

Yang Wei, standing to the side, was quite puzzled, wondering to himself why the baby was out of his control. He shook his head, thinking that perhaps it was because he had suddenly transformed from a twenty-something adult into a newborn baby and was not yet able to adapt to such a huge change.

At this moment, Wu Yuan slowly walked to the sickbed, stretched out his large, warm hands, and held the woman's hands tightly, his eyes filled with concern and tenderness: "Qing'er, you have suffered these days."

The woman smiled slightly, her face still somewhat pale, but her eyes sparkled with happiness: "Your Highness, I want to see our child." She turned her head slightly to look at the baby in the princess's arms, her eyes full of tenderness and love.

Just then, a soldier in armor rushed into the room, knelt on one knee, and loudly reported: "Your Highness, auspicious omens have descended from the heavens! A golden dragon is soaring in the sky!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yuan's spirits lifted, and he quickly said, "Wait for me, I'll be right back." With that, he gently patted Yang Qing's hand to comfort him, and then rushed out of the house.

Upon entering the courtyard, Wu Yuan looked up and saw a five-clawed golden dragon flying towards them, its feet resting on auspicious, multicolored clouds. The dragon's body shimmered with golden light, exuding unparalleled majesty, like a deity descending from the heavens. The servants, witnessing this extraordinary sight, were so terrified that they prostrated themselves on the ground,不敢抬头直视 (不敢抬头直视 - dared not look directly at it).

The golden dragon's enormous eyes suddenly widened, instantly releasing a chilling pressure that froze everyone present in place. In that instant, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, and time itself appeared to stand still.

The golden dragon shimmered with light, and in an instant, it transformed into a magnificent human figure dressed in splendid robes. He walked steadily into the room, his gaze falling directly on the infant still in the queen's arms. Then, he extended his palm, and a bead radiating a mysterious light appeared in his hand.

Without hesitation, Jinlong gently inserted the bead into the infant's body, muttering to himself, "The Tianyuan Continent is about to change..."

Yang Wei, standing to the side, was equally unable to move. The sudden turn of events before him left him speechless with astonishment. He looked around and saw only antique decorations, the strange man with dragon horns who had appeared out of nowhere, and the inexplicable bead.

Just then, the golden dragon's figure flickered, transforming into a golden streak of light that shot straight into the sky. As the golden dragon departed, everyone gradually regained their ability to move, as if waking from a dream.

As a prince, Wu Yuan reacted the fastest. He rushed into the room almost immediately, and after nervously scanning the room, he breathed a long sigh of relief upon finding everyone safe and sound.

At this moment, the princess stepped forward cautiously and said, "Your Highness, it hasn't been named yet."

After a moment's thought, Wu Yuan's face lit up with joy, and he said loudly, "Today, auspicious omens have descended from the heavens, and a golden dragon has appeared. This is an extremely lucky sign. In that case, let's name the child Wu Feilong!"

Wu Feilong stared at him with wide eyes. He must have transmigrated. Transmigrating into the son of a prince is not bad. At least he doesn't have to work 996 and be grateful for it as a blessing. How disgusting.