White World, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"Even looking back on it now, my back is still drenched in cold sweat."
"Why did I agree to Xiao Gang's idea back then? Why did I really hold myself back for an entire day and night without stopping him?"
Yu Yuanzhen watched the scene on the Heavenly Screen, his voice filled with lingering fear and emotion.
The elders beside him exchanged glances. In the end, the First Elder spoke.
"So this was what truly happened back then. It was far more dangerous than what we heard."
The First Elder also recalled the shock Yu Xiaogang had brought them after returning from obtaining his first Spirit Ring.
It had been the kind of shock that made a group of people slap themselves, wanting to wake up from a dream.
"No wonder the Sect Master was so irritable when he brought Xiao Gang back to the clan."
"If it were me, I would have reacted the same way."
The Second Elder also remembered what had happened back then. As he spoke, his gaze turned toward the Third Elder nearby.
The Third Elder stared blankly at the Heavenly Screen, sighed, and ultimately said nothing.
If the people of the White World had already known early on just how monstrously gifted Yu Xiaogang was, allowing them to readily accept everything shown on the Heavenly Screen,
then at most, they merely marveled at how ruthless Yu Xiaogang was toward himself.
But in the Dark World, at this moment, the entire continent was filled with sharp gasps.
Spirit Hall, Pope's Palace.
"How... is that possible?"
"He really succeeded?"
Bibi Dong stared in disbelief at the scene of Yu Xiaogang successfully absorbing a Thousand-Year First Spirit Ring.
For the first time, she pulled Dragon God Douluo Yu Xiaogang away