Imprisoned Dragon Enters the Sea

"Wu Dao, you beast! With the world in ruins and civilization teetering on the brink, do you not feel even a shred of guilt?"

"If it weren't for a devil like you, this war would never have happened. You deserve to be shredded into ten thousand pieces!"

"Humanity has no need for the Stealing Heavenly Secrets Breathing Technique. We will eradicate the extraordinary, strangle the root of all evil, and return the world to the mortals. Justice shall never be extinguished!"

"This entire city is saturated with our latest super-toxic gas. Even with your Potential Liberation at 100%, your bones will turn to powder and your muscles to mush!"

"You only have your own arrogance to blame for forbidding the Stealing Heaven Alliance from interfering, walking into this trap all by yourself!"

"In one minute, the Biological Gene Annihilation Bomb will arrive. Savor the wrath of the mortals!"

In the center of the city ruins, shrouded in a green, toxic mist.

Wu Dao lay upon the shattered plaza. The pervasive chemical gas eroded his body, causing his flesh to melt and flow away like snow under a scorching sun—a sight both hideous and terrifying.

His ears were filled with the cold, electronically synthesized sounds of condemnation, judgment, and mockery.

Against the backdrop of the dim, amber sunset, it was a desolate scene of a fallen warlord at his end.

But.

His heart was exceptionally calm. There was no fear, nor any sorrow of a life force nearing its exhaustion.

He simply stared into the scorched, iron-red firmament with his two scarlet eyeballs, now exposed beyond their sockets.

Sixty years in the human realm, passing like flowing water.

Every scene of his life flashed through his mind.

In his childhood, he gazed at the vast sea of stars, feeling as small as an ant. Unwilling to be ordinary, he resolved to transcend the mundane, ascend to the heavens, and stand shoulder to shoulder with myths.

In his youth, he trained diligently, honing his flesh and strengthening his physique, becoming famous both at home and abroad.

However.

The world was too ordinary, and the human body had its limits.

Natural disasters, man-made calamities, the erosion of time, and the suffering of illness could still easily snatch away life. The myths of immortals remained forever out of reach.

Frustrated, he turned to madness.

Ten years spent traveling the world, ten years sunken into ancient and modern texts.

At forty, he attained sudden enlightenment!

He created the Stealing Heavenly Secrets Breathing Technique, unlocked human potential, broke the shackles of limits, and led human civilization into a new, extraordinary chapter.

Alas.

Before the birth of the Stealing Heavenly Secrets Breathing Technique.

The class divide in the world had already reached a dangerous level. After the appearance of the technique—a beast that devoured resources—the conflicts only intensified—

The wealthy grew ever stronger, while the impoverished grew ever weaker!

When the contradictions between the old humanity and the new became irreconcilable.

At the age of fifty, the flames of war that swept the world arrived on schedule, leaving living beings in misery and civilization hanging by a thread.

But...

Wu Dao felt no regret for this.

Nor any pity.

The increasingly powerful, inhuman strength.

Had long since elevated his thoughts and the way he viewed the world, causing a shift he hadn't even noticed.

The root of civilization is order, and the essence of order is class...

No matter how you slice it, no matter how you reason it out.

Whether you accept it or try to escape it.

In the end, it still comes down to that one unavoidable truth of nature—

Survival of the fittest!

Especially when it comes to humanity, that collection of desires that has never known equality.

The superior enjoy sufficient material and spiritual supplies.

The inferior drift through life in mediocrity.

From ancient times to the present, the disparity between the superior and inferior classes, caused by internal competition within human civilization, has never disappeared!

War and peace, death and rebirth.

They are all part of a repeating cycle.

Who is the one holding the blade?

And who is the slayer of dragons?

There are simply too many.

In the evolutionary torrent of natural selection, the wails and fury of the weak, the ugly glory of the strong.

To Wu Dao, none of it had any meaning.

To him.

The true meaning of life's existence was to endlessly transcend oneself, to evolve and adapt to every environment, until climbing to the very pinnacle of the food chain!

Even if this path was shrouded in darkness!

Without a flicker of light!

He would still burn everything to illuminate the dark!

Even in death, he would die in the light!

Never to stop or sink!

For this.

He had waited for five years.

He had been silent for five years.

Whether like a moth to a flame, or a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

Everything would be decided today!

Rumble!

The Bio-Destruction Bomb, trailing light across the sky like a Judgment Spear thrown by a god, tore through the scorched iron curtain of the firmament with its long trajectory, the deafening, continuous sonic booms shattering the deathly silence of dusk.

Hoo--

He exhaled a long, turbid breath.

Under the gaze of billions of eyes across the world.

The source of all evil that had nearly buried the entire human civilization slowly stood up.

Blackened blood gushed and flowed.

Dissolving flesh fell like rain.

"You thought I was arrogant, so I willingly walked into this trap?"

His hoarse, calm whisper spread across the world through surveillance machinery.

Thump-thump, thump-thump!

His heartbeat, like a war god beating a drum, was intense and high-pitched.

Under the terrified and fearful gaze of countless people, Wu Dao's ugly body, which had been eroded by toxic gas and had its flesh and bone dissolved, began to miraculously grow new flesh over bone, replacing old blood with new; in an instant, his steel-cast, towering figure stood perfectly whole once again!

He spread his arms, embracing the world!

"The essence of Stealing Heaven's Secret is to tear through shackles, excavate potential, and constantly break human limits amidst the extreme tempering of life and death.

Five years ago, I already unleashed 100% of my potential, but no matter how I stimulated it, I couldn't advance an inch; there was no path left to take!"

"If not for that, would I have let you grow stronger?

Let you research the Biological Gene Annihilation Bomb specifically designed for the New Human?!"

His tyrannical, booming voice resonated like a thunderclap, echoing across the world, lingering long.

There was no hint of mockery!

Only endless anticipation, excitement, madness, and even a touch of trembling.

"Only the great terror between life and death can break the shackles once more!!

Thank you for forging a key for me!

After today!

If I do not die, I will let you see a True God!"

Thump!!

As the words fell, the ruins of the plaza were struck as if by a meteorite from beyond the sky, trampled by a prehistoric beast!

As power vented, the city center collapsed and cracked, the earth heaved like a dragon turning over, and waves of soil and stone fragments surged, rippling across the entire city.

Boom!

An intense sonic boom pierced the sky.

Under the light of the crimson dusk, like an ancient god opening the heavens or the pillar of Buzhou, his towering figure shot forth like a rainbow, neither dodging nor evading, heading straight into the ultimate weapon of biotechnology—

Charging in with savage force!

"Madman!!"

Fear, shock, and incomprehension.

Various roars erupted across every corner of the world.

Under their unified, dull gazes.

Within the fiery red firmament, one above and one below, two figures representing the current limits of technology and biology dragged long wakes of air as they rapidly approached.

Until, The collision!

BOOM!

Endless light and heat instantly crowded the heavens and earth, the Heaven-Opening and Earth-Splitting sound of the explosion piercing the nine heavens, as a surging, violent shockwave of destruction razed the ruins to the ground.

And in the most brilliant core region of the sky, a deep, genetic-level strangulation suppressed all resistance.

Space-time fell silent, all things melted away...

Only a roar of world-shaking, infinite heroism drowned out the sonic booms of the firmament, lingering and echoing for a long time—

"I was born an untamed, unrestrained man, trapped by heaven and imprisoned by earth, never knowing the truth. Today, I wake from my dream to ascend to the heavens; in another life, I shall overturn the seas and establish a new order. Hahaha, I depart!"

Would he rather seek the path of death than stop and sink into oblivion?

There were no cheers, no mockery.

An indescribable shock to the soul left everyone watching this stretch of sky lost in a daze for a long time.

The 644th year of Da Li, the 74th year of the Xuanwu Era.

Within the territory of Guangqing Prefecture in the Southern Frontier.

Deep in the Black Stone Desert, the starlight fell like a waterfall, as bright as day.

The Red Fire Mine!

The slave laborers, numb and exhausted from a day's work, lay in low, filthy shacks, their soulless eyes gazing at the brilliant galaxy, hollow and dead, devoid of any vitality.

In a dark corner.

Creepy whispers rang out.

"Is he dead yet? I can hardly wait."

"Soon, look at the signs; just a few more breaths of time."

"What a pity, he's too skinny."

Cold!

Hunger!

Darkness!

Chaos!

A splitting headache!

His soul and flesh felt as if they were in a bottomless abyss where darkness and fire merged, his faint light of life ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The instinct to survive drove Wu Dao to cling tightly to the last glimmer of light, struggling and swimming toward the top of the abyss, his chest heaving as he gulped down fresh air.

"This... a final flash of consciousness?"

"Doesn't look like it, I think he's about to come back to life."

"Choke him to death!!"

A shriveled, pitch-black, filthy hand squeezed down mercilessly, cutting off the passage for fresh air, and the youth in the corner immediately began to thrash about like a fish on dry land.

"Hhh... hhh..."

Amidst the labored gasps, an inhuman will, honed through countless brushes with the fear of death, bloomed with an even more brilliant light at this moment, instantly shattering the darkness and breaking through the chaos.

Eyes open!

Swish!

His skin-and-bones right claw, like a hunting eagle, fierce and precise, crossed the space to lock onto the throat of the perpetrator in the darkness.

"Urgh... cough, cough..."

The poles reversed!

"I ask, you answer!"

Wu Dao's heavy breathing gradually settled into a strange rhythm; three fingers like iron hooks locked firmly onto the throat of the person before him, his voice cold as shards of ice.

Gulp...

Sounds of swallowing saliva rose and fell, but no one dared to move rashly again.

The tyrannical aura, nurtured by sixty years of wind and rain, was like a prehistoric beast opening its eyes, causing the surrounding air to stagnate like a swamp, the stench of urine rising everywhere.

"I... cough, cough... I will answer..."

At the critical juncture of life and death, the tearful voice did not dare to show any hesitation.

"Hoo... which country is this?"

"In, inside the territory of Da Li, Guangqing Prefecture, Black Stone Desert."

"Da Li? What year is it?"

"I, I don't remember clearly, it should be the seventy-fourth year of the Xuanwu Era."

"..."

Silence.

"Where am I, and what is my situation?"

"Red Fire Mine... just like us, we are all mine slaves tricked and kidnapped by the Four Seas Gang."

Da Li, Xuanwu Era, Four Seas Gang, mine slaves...

Another world?

Transmigration?

Possession?

Hoo...

A long, turbid breath was exhaled.

After understanding his current situation.

Wu Dao's violently heaving chest finally calmed down, and his chaotic brain, which had been aching as if it were splitting apart, recovered a bit of clarity under the regulation of the Stealing Heavenly Secrets Breathing Technique.

"One last question, if someone is killed in the mine, does the Four Seas Gang not care?"

"No... they don't care. They don't treat us like human beings; as soon as one dies, there is immediately someone new to take their place."

"Thank you."

Snap!

The sound of cartilage being crushed and snapping rang out.

Thud!

"Haa... gurgle..."

In the darkness, a shadow collapsed, followed immediately by the desperate, wheezing sound of a bellows.

Before long.

The sounds of struggle ceased, and a thick scent of blood permeated the air.

No cries of alarm rang out.

In the low, filthy shack, apart from a few who were panicked and uneasy, there remained only numb, hollow, and deathly gazes.

Having been assaulted by endless exhaustion after his potential was squeezed dry, Wu Dao narrowed his eyes and gazed at the ceiling, watching the starry sky of this strange world through the gaps.

"A show of strength? I'm truly looking forward to it."

A slightly excited arc curled at the corners of his mouth, his expression expectant and hungry, ignoring the many gazes watching him from the darkness.

Promoting positive energy, this book is not of the dark genre (doge).

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