Dragon Valley Small World

From the moment Di Tian entered Dragon Valley, the dragon clouds throughout the entire small world began to stir. They transformed into streams of gas with rough dragon-like shapes, surging toward Di Tian and pouring into his body, spreading through his limbs and bones before merging into his bloodline.

Among them, the black dragon clouds moved the fastest.

Di Tian did not refuse them. He even took the initiative to draw them in and absorb them wholesale.

For soul masters below Five Rings, dragon clouds could cleanse the marrow, nourish the meridians, and replenish energy.

But for an existence like Di Tian, infinitely close to godhood, they were barely better than nothing among things barely better than nothing. Only after accumulating enough could they be called, "Though a sparrow is small, it is still meat."

But Di Tian was about to challenge the Million Year Heavenly Tribulation. He would not let any opportunity to increase his strength slip by.

As Di Tian continued deeper into the valley, many dragon souls joined the army of dragon clouds pouring into his body. Most were dragon souls formed from the remains of dragons aligned with darkness.

Mindless dragon souls, drawn by the bloodline of their own kin and element, could naturally enter Di Tian's body and merge with him perfectly.

Most dragons of other elemental attributes, however, remained unmoved.

Yet under Di Tian's deliberate pull, even the mindless dragon souls followed him step by step into his body, creating a magnificent spectacle like a thousand dragons surging like a tide, ten thousand dragons returning to their source.

After all, his bloodline ranked second only to the Dragon God, the Golden Silver Dragon King, and the first-generation Nine Great Dragon Kings.

The dragon skeletons in Dragon Valley might have been stronger than Di Tian while alive, but the dragon souls they produced after death were merely mindless remnants tainted by ferocity and Dragon Race Bloodline.

Suppressed by Di Tian's powerful Dragon Might and drawn by the True Dragon Blood of the same origin, it was hardly strange for the remaining dragon souls to merge into his body on their own.

Step by step, he walked toward the very core of the Dragon Valley Small World, and his cultivation rose continuously, rapidly advancing toward a million years.

This was both the effect of the dragon clouds and dragon souls, and the result of Di Tian's accumulation—enough for him to become a god nearly ten times over—finally bearing fruit.

Di Tian was different from soul beasts like the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, who wanted to raise their cultivation as quickly as possible. His previous duty had been to protect the Silver Dragon King while she slept and healed, which required more time.

Therefore, to prevent the heavenly tribulation from arriving too early, he had almost never cultivated proactively. He did everything possible to suppress the growth of his cultivation, and from time to time, he even had to disperse some of his power.

But his foundations were simply too deep. Suppressing his cultivation had long become beyond his ability, and three thousand years ago, he had already passed the Nine Hundred Thousand Year Heavenly Tribulation.

Even if he suppressed his cultivation growth with all his strength and did not actively challenge the Million Year Heavenly Tribulation, at most another ten thousand years remained before it inevitably arrived.

Now that he had decided to stake everything on one attempt, there was naturally no need to suppress his cultivation any longer. Instead, he burned his reserves and accumulation with all his might, frantically driving his cultivation forward.

Along the way, at the level of a Nine Hundred Thousand Year ferocious beast, he broke through several ten-thousand-year bottlenecks in succession.

Only when he reached a broad valley did Di Tian halt.

Rather than a valley, it would be more accurate to call what lay before him a Ten Thousand Burial Pit.

What a desolate sight it was! As far as the eye could see, dusky mists hung heavily in the air, faint fog drifted about, and an ancient wilderness aura seeped from the ground.

Countless dragon-shaped corpses had lain exposed here for endless ages, filling every corner of the valley. Most of the dragon souls that had just entered Di Tian's body had been born here.

The True Dragon Blood within his body boiled and surged. It felt as though an immovable boulder weighed upon Di Tian's chest, clogging his heart with an indescribable discomfort.

An enmity and fury so intense they could not be dissolved rose within him. A dragon's roar escaped him uncontrollably, its impassioned, furious cries echoing throughout the valley.

There were also dragon cries that sounded as though they were weeping and pleading, resonating with the faint, low, mournful dragon wails deep within Dragon Valley.

Forcefully suppressing the sorrow and rage in his heart, Di Tian's dragon eyes swept across the many dragon corpses hundreds, even thousands, of meters long, before finally stopping on a brown skeleton stretching a thousand meters in length.

This dragon skeleton had no bony wings, and a massive fissure cleaved open by a sharp weapon ran down the center of its chest. It was the corpse of an adult Mountain Dragon King.

The enormous pit ten thousand meters wide that it guarded behind it was Di Tian's ultimate destination. At the center of the pit floated a Seven-Colored Halo.

Di Tian's figure flashed from afar, and in the next instant, he broke through the seven-colored curtain of mist and entered within.

The Dragon God's dragon soul lay before him, nearly ten thousand meters long. Its entire body shone with seven-colored brilliance, and even its delicate dragon scales were seven-colored.

Each individual scale appeared extremely irregular, as though no two were alike, yet together they formed a perfect harmony, like a flawless work of art inlaid with countless gemstones.

Its dragon head was raised high, carrying an indescribable aura, as if it looked down upon the four seas and eight wildernesses while ruling over all beneath heaven.

Facing the Dragon God's dragon soul, Di Tian felt not only temptation but also considerable unease. After all, unlike the Golden Silver Dragon King, he had not once been a part of the Dragon God.

Whenever he gazed upon the ancestor of soul beasts, he felt an exceptionally powerful pressure.

At the same time, he felt an indescribable sense of closeness, born from the connection deep in his bloodline—an unbreakable bond of unyielding strength.

Although he had expected the pressure of the dragon soul and mentally prepared himself, when he truly approached it, a trace of hesitation still rose in Di Tian's heart.

"With my current ability, can I absorb the Dragon God's dragon soul? Will it burst me apart?"

But that faint hesitation came quickly and vanished just as quickly.

"Ha!" He laughed at himself.

Resisting the powerful Human Gods was no child's game in a sandpit. In their eyes, this was rebellion—once the bow had been drawn, how could there be any turning back?

"If I die, I die. If I live, I'll live ten thousand years. Life and death are fated; wealth and honor lie with heaven. I'm doing it!"

His heart hardening, Di Tian thrust out his dragon claw. As a dragon who controlled the darkness element, he naturally possessed a certain ability to devour.

The instant he touched the dragon soul, his powerful arm began to tremble violently.

Immediately afterward, a humming sound gradually arose from the Seven-Colored Dragon Soul, rippling like waves throughout the entire Dragon Valley Small World.

Including the Dragon God's dragon soul, every dragon skeleton throughout the small world began to tremble slightly at the same frequency, as though they were about to come back to life.

Di Tian's originally golden dragon eyes also shifted into seven colors.

The scenery before his eyes twisted and changed, as though he had crossed through time and space and arrived at the Ancient God Realm Battlefield of that year.

A blood-red figure appeared, holding a Blood-Red Longsword pointed toward the heavens. At that moment, Sword Light stretching from sky to earth revealed itself and slashed toward the Dragon God.

The Dragon God, cleaved in two, let out heart-rending screams and wails.

Everything—every last thing—was reduced to ashes and nothingness beneath that blood-red Sword Light.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood covered the land. Young beasts wailed everywhere, while massive Dragon Bodies fell to the earth one after another, their life force extinguished as they rained down in death.

Of the Dragon God's body, split into two halves, one charged at the enemy in furious rage, while the other fled in all directions under its cover alongside the few surviving remnants of its subordinates.

Among them, Di Tian saw himself!