Tomb of the Wind Dragon King

The void was deathly silent, without a whisper of wind.

Xue Yuheng held Xiao Xiao, landing on a floating stone tablet in front of the dragon remains, the Power of Creation enveloping them both.

Based on his consumption, Xue Yuheng calculated that 600 points of the Power of Creation would be enough for the two of them to stay here for 300 hours; if they were to meditate and cultivate here, it would last even longer.

This was the complete skeleton of an ancient giant dragon.

Every cyan dragon scale was the size of a door panel, and even after the passage of long ages, they still shimmered with a cold, metallic luster, showing no signs of decay.

The dragon's head was held high, its two hollow eye sockets staring into the void as if still glaring at the enemies of its past.

Along the dragon's spine, the slash mark extending from the neck to the tail was the only damage on the entire skeleton, and the lingering cold divine power felt somewhat familiar to Xue Yuheng.

The Wordless Heavenly Book trembled gently before him and opened of its own accord, the ancient dragon script from the stone tablet appearing on its pages, translating word for word.

Xue Yuheng's gaze swept over the inscription, and he was not the least bit surprised, for through the deductions of the Wordless Heavenly Book, he had long since known the identity of the master of this place.

The inscription was written in the Wind Dragon King's own hand, recording the life of this ancient dragon king.

He was a child of the Dragon God and a direct descendant who wielded the laws of wind and space.

After the War of the Dragon God, he was mortally wounded and went into seclusion on the Douluo Continent, intending to live in hiding and cultivate, but he was unexpectedly ambushed.

That person was none other than the ancient Ice God currently hiding in the Far North.

Back then, in order to ascend to the rank of a third-tier god, the Ice God was in desperate need of a complete elemental origin to perfect his godhood, so he set a trap, using the lives of a hundred wind dragons as bait to lure the Wind Dragon King into his scheme.

In the ensuing deathmatch, the Wind Dragon King, already severely wounded from the war in the God Realm, managed to heavily injure the Ice God but had half of his wind origin extracted by his opponent.

His physical body was struck down at the Dragon Suppression Cliff and had been personally placed within this semi-plane for tens of thousands of years.

The Thirty-Three Heavens Storm at the Dragon Suppression Cliff was a barrier he had laid down using his own residual dragon energy.

It was also to wait for an inheritor who could accept his origin and bring this cause and effect to an end.

"I didn't expect that after seven thousand years, the ones to break through the Thirty-Three Heavens Storm would be a few children."

An aged and majestic voice suddenly echoed through the void.

The moment the voice fell, a dragon might that surpassed the strongest person Xue Yuheng had ever met—the Snow Empress—pressed down like a crushing weight.

Several points of cyan light ignited from the dragon pearl within the remains, gradually forming a phantom several zhang tall.

Xue Yuheng shielded Xiao Xiao behind him, the Wordless Heavenly Book blocking his front as his red soul ring lit up.

An ice wall condensed in front of them, and they looked with vigilant eyes at the green-haired, middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared beside the dragon tablet, standing five or six meters tall.

He looked at Xue Yuheng, his gaze falling on the Wordless Heavenly Book before him, then sweeping over Xiao Xiao, who was protected by the Four Symbols Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron behind him; the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly stalled.

"Little girl, what kind of martial soul is that?

It can actually grant you god-level comprehension of laws.

It's truly strange; if your soul weren't so incredibly pure, I would have really thought you were the illegitimate child of some god in the God Realm."

Feeling the dragon might that threatened to crush her, Xiao Xiao subconsciously tightened her grip on Xue Yuheng's hand, looked up at the middle-aged man, and spoke softly:

"Senior, we mean no harm. We only came here to strike a deal with you."

Xue Yuheng's expression turned strange; wasn't that supposed to be my line?

In the passage, Xue Yuheng hadn't told Xiao Xiao that this was the tomb of the Wind Dragon King; he had only said it was a dragon tomb.

The Wind Dragon King's cultivation level was at least that of a second-tier god, which was far too shocking for the continent.

"Heh, making a deal with me. How interesting..." the middle-aged man said earnestly:

"I know why you came here.

I must say, you are very greedy... or rather, young man, you are very greedy."

Xue Yuheng laughed: "Senior is too kind."

This little thing is truly thick-skinned.

The Wind Dragon King's eye twitched, and he said indifferently: "I can see that this little girl's martial soul has a minor flaw.

Her martial soul talent is very high, and this cauldron-type... I have seen it in other worlds, and its potential is very high.

I happen to have a Wind Dragon Pearl here.

With it, I think the quality of the little girl's martial soul might be able to advance further."

Xiao Xiao was lost in thought, while Xue Yuheng's expression changed.

Xiao Xiao might not fully understand the value of a dragon pearl, but he knew it all too well.

The Wind Dragon King's dragon pearl...

We cannot accept it.

Could there really be such a heaven-sent opportunity?

Xue Yuheng did not believe it.

"What is the price?" Xue Yuheng asked, his eyes wary.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world; the Wind Dragon King's dragon pearl couldn't possibly be given away for nothing, right?

"It's very simple. You two just need to become my disciples," the Wind Dragon King said. Although he could see the wariness Xue Yuheng held toward him, he had genuinely taken a liking to their talent.

What the Wind Dragon King truly had his eye on was Xiao Xiao. Of course, he also realized that without Xue Yuheng's consent, this little girl would likely put on a performance of unyielding defiance.

As an old man who had lived for millions of years, he had no need to engage in forced transactions; he would just treat Xue Yuheng as a bonus.

He was dying.

This remnant soul only had a few tens of thousands of years of life left.

The Wind Dragon King felt he wouldn't be lucky enough to encounter another human who could perfectly inherit his mantle.

At the level of a Dragon King, one does not care so much about race.

As the master of wind and space, the Wind Dragon King had seen the rise and fall of too many races while traveling through the heavens.

He was most satisfied with humans; otherwise, he would not have used his own dragon corpse as a foundation to build the Thirty-Three Heavens Storm, this place of trials.

Compared to the Nine Trials of the Gods, the trials here were a bit simpler.

As a remnant soul, it was already no small feat for the Wind Dragon King to achieve this much.

Xiao Xiao looked at Xue Yuheng and, seeing him nod slightly, turned to look at the old man. With a firm gaze, the two said in unison, "Xiao Xiao (Xue Yuheng) greets our teacher."

Hearing this, the Wind Dragon King laughed heartily. He pointed a finger, and a beam of cyan light merged into the Wordless Heavenly Book. Instantly, the complete General Outline of Wind Origin appeared on the pages of the book.

The Wind Dragon King looked at the two of them. "Let's go. I will take you to see the true power of the wind origin."

He waved his hand, and the spatial passage around the dragon remains slowly opened, revealing an Inheritance Hall built from cyan dragon crystals before them.

Inside the hall floated countless shimmering inheritance crystals, each engraved with intricate dragon-script characters, radiating a majestic dragon might.

But as soon as the two approached, the crystals emitted a faint light of resistance. Clearly, these were exclusive to the dragon race, and humans could not inherit them at all.

Seeing this, the Wind Dragon King manifested two strands of soft cyan light behind him, which transformed into two jade slips engraved with wind patterns and drifted before the two.

"These are the life-bound inheritances of the dragon race and are not meant for you. These two jade slips record the analysis of the basic wind origin laws; start your studies from here."

As his voice fell, the space around the hall suddenly rippled, and over a dozen mirrors glowing with cyan-gold light appeared out of thin air, hovering in mid-air.

Each mirror reflected a completely different world.

In the desert, gale winds whipped up yellow sand, condensing into sky-obscuring wind dragons that roared as they swept across the dunes.

Above the snow plains, fierce winds shattered ice crystals, and thousands of ice blades danced with the storm, leaving the world a vast expanse of white.

In the ocean, hurricanes whipped up ten-thousand-foot waves, slamming them violently against the surface.

Inside a volcanic crater, hot winds swirled with magma, turning into crimson fire-winds that spiraled upward...

Every mirror displayed the forms of wind to the fullest—some violent, some gentle, some biting, some majestic—fully revealing the myriad changes of the wind origin.

The Wind Dragon King glanced at Xue Yuheng's shadow and chuckled softly.

Xue Yuheng's shadow shimmered, and several slender figures slowly emerged.

"Since they came with him, they shall be my registered disciples. Practice here together and do not slack off," the Wind Dragon King said indifferently.

The figures nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then stood beside the two.

"Rest assured and cultivate here; the time ratio between this place and the outside world is 1:100.

With the comprehension abilities your martial souls possess regarding laws, you should be able to grasp a trace of the wind origin laws within a year.

The wind laws of the Thirty-Three Heavens Storm outside are merely the surface.

Grasping a trace of the wind origin laws will grant your martial souls the divine wind attribute," the Wind Dragon King said sternly.

Xue Yuheng and Xiao Xiao exchanged a look; it seemed another arduous training session awaited them.