Dragon Valley?

Fortunately, neither of them had released their Martial Souls.

Feng Xiu stood there, looking down at Bibi Dong, whose face was as pale as paper. The smile on his lips grew ever brighter.

"Ant, do not think that because this emperor spared you, you have the right to speak to me."

Feng Xiu turned around, and a void rift tore open before him, spilling dark purple light.

He had just lifted his foot to step inside when he sensed danger behind him.

"Die!"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and condensed a ball of dark green poisonous light in her palm. Taking advantage of Feng Xiu's turned back, she hurled it at him with all her might.

She held nothing back, pushing her Soul Power to its limit.

Unfortunately, the attack struck the Spiritual Power shield around Feng Xiu and exploded into a cloud of green mist.

Feng Xiu was completely unharmed.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees on the spot.

Ghost Douluo was so frightened that he fell straight to his knees.

The two of them cursed Bibi Dong inside and out.

They had followed her because they thought she had what it took to lead Spirit Hall to greater heights. Who could have known that when this woman went mad, she would not even care about her own life?

Who was the man standing before them?

Even the Great Enshrined was no match for him. She was only a Level 98 Titled Douluo, yet she charged at him. Wasn't she courting death?

Feng Xiu stopped and turned around.

His face was expressionless. He was neither angry nor impatient; he simply glanced at Bibi Dong.

"I spared you time and again only because you are Xue'er's birth mother."

"Unfortunately..."

He raised his hand, condensed a ball of purple light at his fingertip, and casually sent it forward.

The purple light became a beam, so fast that Bibi Dong did not even have time to think of dodging. It went straight through her chest and out her back.

Bibi Dong looked down at the hole in her chest and parted her lips.

"Xue... Xue'er..."

Bibi Dong fell backward and crashed to the ground.

Pope Bibi Dong had fallen.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo dropped to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Words poured from their mouths like a barrage: "Your Majesty Demon God Emperor, spare us! Your Majesty, spare us! We weren't of one mind with Bibi Dong! She's gone mad, but we haven't! Your Majesty, if you don't mind, we'll be your dogs! Whoever you tell us to bite, we'll bite, without a word of objection!"

Ghost Douluo kowtowed until his forehead turned red.

"Yes, yes, yes, dogs! We can be dogs! It's better than dying!"

Feng Xiu looked down at the two of them, said nothing more, and lowered his hand.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Worship Hall.

Far away, Qian Daoliu stood beneath the eaves of a side hall, his hands behind his back. He had not moved from beginning to end.

He had watched Bibi Dong fall after a beam of purple light pierced her chest, his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white, yet he had not taken a single step.

The corners of Feng Xiu's lips rose slightly. He looked away, turned, and stepped into the void rift.

The rift closed and vanished.

Only then did Qian Daoliu slowly unclench his fists. He looked down at his hands; his palms were covered in crescent-shaped nail marks.

He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a long breath.

He had not dared to stop him.

If he had actually gone out to block that attack, given Feng Xiu's temperament, not even a single pillar of Spirit Hall would likely have remained standing today.

"Clever old fellow."

Those final words drifted out of the void, though it was unclear whether Feng Xiu had left them for him.

Qian Daoliu gave a bitter smile and turned toward the Worship Hall, his back a little more hunched than usual.

Inside the void.

A secret realm flashed before Feng Xiu's eyes, giving off a dense draconic presence.

Without hesitation, Feng Xiu tore open the rift and stepped inside.

When Feng Xiu steadied himself and felt solid ground beneath his feet again, he looked warily around.

He was no longer in the Star Dou Great Forest.

He was in an... utterly strange world.

The sky was no different from the one outside, but clouds and mists of every color drifted all around.

They shifted shape constantly, each seeming to bear a faint resemblance to a dragon.

They were everywhere. It was as if every speck of dust and every wisp of wind were steeped in the presence of dragons.

Some were sacred, some violent, some majestic, some sorrowful... All mingled together, forming a pressure that made the soul tremble.

Feng Xiu flew into the air and gazed into the distance. Scattered across the land were countless enormous... skeletons of every shape and size!

Some were as huge as mountains, winding like mountain ranges; others were comparatively smaller, but still far larger than ordinary Soul Beasts.

Most of the bones were grayish white, clearly weathered by the passage of who knew how many years, yet they still gave off lingering pressure and energy fluctuations that made his heart tremble.

Farther away, the shadowy outlines of even larger, more complete skeletons seemed to stand silently between heaven and earth, like dead giant gods.

"This is..."

Feng Xiu's gaze swept over the enormous dragon skeletons. He felt the dense draconic presence in the air, as well as the extremely unstable spatial structure of this world, which seemed ready to shatter at any moment...

A name surfaced in his mind.

"Dragon Valley..." Feng Xiu murmured, his eyes filled with shock.

Dragon Valley—the subplane that, according to Douluo Continent legend, had long been lost and connected to the place where the dragons had fallen!

An unstable spacetime secret realm that appeared at random across the continent!

It was the burial ground of countless dragons, and it held unimaginable opportunities and dangers.

Feng Xiu could feel his own dragon bloodline beginning to be affected by all kinds of emotions...

But wasn't Dragon Valley a secret realm that would only be discovered twenty thousand years later?

Yet now, this emperor has found it by chance in the void passage.

Feng Xiu raised a hand.

Behind him, the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon poked its head out of a void rift.

It began absorbing the energy of this world.

The Dragon Cloud energy in the air converged on it as though drawn by a magnet, forming a faint halo around its body.

Feng Xiu turned and began surveying the secret realm.

His gaze fell on a towering mountain range.

The mountain was shaped like a coiled giant dragon, its summit shrouded in clouds and mist. Something enormous could vaguely be seen standing there.

He pondered for a moment, then set off toward the mountain.

If he was not mistaken, that was where the Mountain Dragon King's remains lay.

For anyone with a dragon bloodline, this place was undoubtedly a treasure ground.

Feng Xiu stopped.

Dragon souls drifted through the air around him like dazed ghosts, colliding with one another before separating and floating aimlessly onward.

Feng Xiu slowly released his divine sense.

It spread out like a net, reaching toward the nearest wisp of a dragon soul.

The wisp seemed to feel his touch. It trembled slightly and instinctively tried to draw closer.

One, then two.

Then countless dragon souls began drawing close to Feng Xiu.

Feng Xiu did not absorb them immediately. Instead, he gathered them all into an alternate-dimensional space.

He would wait until he became a god to devour them.

Three days later.

The last dragon soul was gathered into the alternate-dimensional space.

Feng Xiu looked up at the distant Dragon Spine Mountain Range.

He continued forward.

Underfoot was hard ground mixed with skeletal remains, rustling as he stepped on it.

More and more bones lay scattered around him, as though he had entered a boundless graveyard.