Dragon's Roar and the Golden Finger

Dragon's Roar and the Golden Finger

With troubled times approaching and heroes vying for supremacy, no one could remain untouched.

He had talent, and he knew what was to come. He did not believe he would fall behind anyone.

To become the final victor, he had to become a god—and not just any god, but a Supreme God—so that he would not have to depend on others or face death.

There were only two ways to become a god.

One was to inherit a divine position: find the place of inheritance, gain the qualification to inherit it, and then ascend to godhood.

The other was to create a divine position himself: gather the faith of all living beings, condense a divine position, bear it within himself, and ascend to the God Realm.

But divine inheritances were difficult to find. Liu Yanyang sighed.

There were only a few divine positions on Douluo Star, and only one Supreme God position.

Moreover, he was afraid he had no chance at that position. Liu Yanyang frowned slightly as he stared at the sky.

This "heaven" seemed rather unfair...

As for creating a divine position himself, that was impossible without several centuries, perhaps even a thousand years.

It was hard to say whether he could even live until the day he condensed one.

He would take things one step at a time. When the cart reached the mountain, there would surely be a road.

After pondering for a while, he gathered his Soul Power into his right hand and slowly raised it.

A silver-white spear, twelve feet long, formed in his hand, gleaming with brilliant silver light. Its shaft was nine feet long and its spearhead three. A golden divine dragon coiled around the joint between the shaft and spearhead. Looking closely, its claws had three talons—it was a Flood Dragon, not a True Dragon.

His mother's Martial Soul had been an Ice Jade Python, while his father's had been a Blazing Spear. Both were Mutated Martial Souls.

After taking the Ten-Thousand-Year Dragon Ganoderma, their Martial Souls had undergone benign mutations.

Dragon Ganoderma had mutated from ordinary ganoderma. Bathed in dragon blood for a long time, the ganoderma transformed and gained Dragon Power, becoming Dragon Ganoderma. It came in grades by the ten-thousand-year mark, up to a maximum of nine grades. Soul Masters with Dragon Martial Souls who consumed it could undergo a complete transformation, strengthen their physiques, purify their bloodlines, and cause their Martial Souls to transform into dragons.

The final result was the awakening of a top-tier Weapon Soul with Innate Full Soul Power. Looking at the Martial Soul in his hand, Liu Yanyang thought for a moment.

"A thousand years of past events drift away with the wind; when the spear moves, the white dragon roars."

"I'll call you Dragon's Roar. Your name is Dragon's Roar, and from now on, let that name resound across the entire continent!"

Holding the spear tightly, Liu Yanyang's gaze was incomparably firm.

Right, there was also the Storage Soul Tool his parents had left him. What was inside it?

He looked at the Black Jade Bracelet on his left wrist. It was the Storage Soul Tool his father had left him, and he immediately injected Soul Power into it.

He sensed the space within. It was around ten cubic meters, making it quite a good Storage Soul Tool.

After taking a rough look, he found more than two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, around ten medicinal herbs, and some daily necessities.

At least he would not need to worry about making a living in the early stages. That was what he told himself, perhaps as a little comfort.

Then, he turned his attention to a pair of rings and a yellowed book.

With a thought, the Black Jade Bracelet flashed, and the rings and book appeared in his hands out of thin air.

The rings were called Cheng Ying and Han Guang. From his father, he had learned that Cheng Ying's greatest use was concealment.

After wearing it, one could completely conceal their aura and figure, as though submerged in darkness. So long as they did not use Soul Power, they were basically impossible to discover.

At the very least, Soul Douluos and below could not detect them. As for Titled Douluos and above, such beings were not people one could encounter whenever they wished. His father had said he had never met one himself, so he did not know whether it would work against them.

It also had another effect: it could change the color of Soul Rings.

Han Guang, meanwhile, only had the function of changing Soul Ring colors. It likewise required one to reach Soul Grandmaster before it could be activated.

Looking at the rings, Liu Yanyang felt they were rather useless. They were good in that, once he used Soul Power, he would be exposed; but they were also not bad, since they would probably let him court death under a Titled Douluo's nose without actually dying.

Still, purely for their concealment ability, these Soul Tool rings were already extremely rare.

They might prove tremendously useful to me in the future, he muttered inwardly.

He looked again at the yellowed book. Five large characters came into view: Douluo Treasure Record.

It recorded information on the rare treasures of Douluo Star.

Special metals and ores: Geng Metal Stone, Deep Sea Sinking Silver Mother...

Special energy substances: Exotic Beast Inner Core, Thousand-Year Cold Ice Marrow...

Herbal knowledge: age identification, harvesting methods, the effects of medicinal herbs... it even included Immortal Herbs.

There were naturally some special categories as well. After flipping through it briefly, he thought it was practically an encyclopedia.

Looking at the things in his hands, he felt a little excited. Some immature ideas and plans surfaced in his mind.

Then the bracelet flashed, and he stored the items back inside the Storage Soul Tool.

"These two might become the foundation of his future, just like the Golden Finger in novels from his previous life!"

These two items were not family heirlooms. His father had found them in a cave.

"If this were his previous life, his father would have been the standard template for a novel's male protagonist." Liu Yanyang laughed at himself.

Finally, he took one deep look at the flat ground before turning and running toward the edge of the forest, away from this place of trouble.

He was only six years old now. There was no way he could safely leave on his own.

He could only seek help. Recalling his father's instructions, his mother, Jiang Luoxue, had graduated from Skywater Academy and had been as close as sisters with the current Skywater Academy Dean.

She was the only person who could help him safely escape the Extreme North Land.

Without thinking any further, he sprinted toward Skywater City. Yet after advancing less than a hundred meters, intense dizziness assailed him.

His steps had become unsteady, and the world spun before his eyes. A night of extreme mental strain, followed by a moment at the brink of collapse—

Now that he had relaxed, both body and mind were utterly exhausted. He could no longer hold on. Looking at the doubled road before him, his vision went black, and he completely passed out.

On the other side of the forest, someone was strolling in this direction...

By late morning, the warm winter sun felt especially pleasant as it shone upon Liu Yanyang's young yet somewhat resolute face.

In a daze, he felt something stimulating him in his sleep. His eyelids trembled slightly, and his tightly shut eyes slowly opened.

A blue ceiling entered his view. Gradually, his brows furrowed, and three questions arose from the depths of his soul.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I supposed to do?

Before passing out, hadn't I been in the Ice Crystal Forest? How had I awakened on a soft bed after one sleep?

Growing increasingly confused, he looked around. But when he turned toward the bedside, he shot upright like a dying man rising from his sickbed, thoroughly startled.

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