The Great War in the God Realm

Wind dragons, pterosaurs, sky dragons—all the Dragon Clan that control the wind and the sky—have ceased flying and are hovering throughout the storm belt, awaiting her commands.

Unlike the Ice Dragon King Wind Dragon King, who remained silent, or the Fire Dragon King, who was flamboyant, the Wind Dragon King simply commanded, "Let's go."

These two simple words were clearly transmitted to the ears of every wind dragon.

He was the first to soar into the sky, followed closely by countless wind dragons, like flowing blue clouds.

The West, atop the mountains.

The Mountain Dragon King's body was almost integrated into the entire mountain range.

When the Dragon God's command came, he slowly opened his eyes, which were like cracks in the earth, and let out a long, deep roar.

The mountains responded.

Dragon Clan emerge from beneath every mountain peak, every mountain range, and every layer of rock.

Rock dragons, stone dragons, earth dragons... all the Dragon Clan associated with the earth gathered around the Mountain Dragon King, like the mountains themselves awakening from their slumber.

The Mountain Dragon King didn't say much, but slowly got up and walked towards the gathering point.

With each step, the ground trembled.

Behind them, countless Mountain Dragon followed slowly like a moving mountain range, causing the earth to tremble continuously.

And there's more.

Thunder Dragon Clan, Light Dragon Clan, Dark Dragon Clan... According to their different races and bloodlines, one by one they awoke from their slumber, emerged from their hiding places, and converged in the same direction from all directions.

The Dragon Kings still hold considerable authority.

That is a mark etched into the bloodline of the Dragon Clan since the era of the Dragon God, an instinct that no power can erase.

Even after countless years, even after the Dragon Clan has faced annihilation, when the Dragon King spreads his wings, all his kin will still follow him without hesitation.

The power of bloodline suppression is more potent than any words.

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Thus, outside Sky Dragon Planet, in that boundless void, the Dragon Clan army began to take shape.

The Ice Dragon Clan occupies the east, their air thick with cold, resembling a moving glacier.

The fire dragon clan dwells in the south, their flames soaring into the sky, distorting even the void itself.

The Wind Dragon Clan roams the high heavens like flowing clouds, light yet deadly.

The Mountain Dragon clan sank to the very bottom, as heavy and indestructible as a mountain.

The other dragon Dragon Clan lined up according to their respective attributes, forming a large and orderly war formation.

Boundless.

Truly boundless.

From the closest vantage point, all that could be seen were the figures of the Dragon Clan. Some were as large as mountains, others as small as pavilions, each radiating an aura of power that could suffocate mortals.

Their scales refracted various colors of light under the starlight: crimson, ice blue, cyan, ochre, purplish-black, silver-white... weaving together into a dazzling, flowing galaxy.

From a greater perspective, this Dragon Clan army is no longer just "a group of dragons," but a floating, living, breathing continent—a moving planet composed of dragons.

And in the deepest part of this "continent," the Dragon God, who has yet to appear, is enveloping everything with his will.

"Gu Yuena is dead."

The voice of the Dragon God resounded deep within the consciousness of every dragon, deep and majestic.

"She is my spiritual avatar, half of my power, and a former king of the Dragon Clan."

"The humans killed her."

"The humans themselves unearthed her core."

"Now--"

The voice paused, then suddenly rose in pitch, like a thunderclap:

"The Dragon Clan should settle both old and new scores!"

Countless dragon roars soared into the sky!

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After countless years of drifting, the Dragon God Realm is now not too far from the Douluo God Realm.

The Dragon Clan army marched through the void for three whole months.

Three months may be a long time for mortals, but for long-lived species like Dragon Clan, it is just a slightly longer journey.

Finally, this day arrived—

In the dazzling star field ahead, the outline of the Douluo God Realm can be seen in the distance.

The Divine Realm barrier, shimmering with iridescent light, resembled a giant, inverted glass bowl in the void, enveloping the entire Divine Realm. Within the barrier, the divine land was vast, dotted with temples, and divine birds could be faintly seen soaring among the clouds—a scene of peace and tranquility.

They don't know yet.

The Dragon Clan army concealed its presence and slowly came to a stop in the void, awaiting the final command from the Dragon God.

Among this group of majestic, domineering, and murderous Dragon Clan, one figure stood out as particularly... conspicuous.

A worm.

A large, white, plump worm, over ten feet long and as thick as a water bucket.

It huddled at the edge of the formation, its pale white skin appearing soft and tender against the cold light of the surrounding Dragon Clan scales, as if a single claw could pierce it. Its small, beady eyes were wide open, staring in terror at the Divine Realm that was about to become a battlefield.

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm

It didn't know why it was there.

When the Dragon God summoned all the Dragon Clan, it originally intended to feign death to get away with it. Although it was Soul Beast that had been around for nearly a million years, it was essentially just an insect! An insect that lived by devouring energy and whose combat power was practically zero!

But that guy Di Tian has no sense of martial ethics; without saying a word, he grabbed me and left.

So it was somehow swept up in the army, flew along for three months in a daze, and arrived in this place that was about to be a river of blood.

"It's all over, it..."

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm muttered softly, its plump white body trembling slightly, causing a young ice dragon beside it to frown.

"Could you please stop shaking?" the ice dragon said in a low voice, its tone tinged with disdain. "You're shaking so much that my scales are practically covered in frost."

"I... I don't want to tremble either..." Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's voice trembled, "But... but a war is about to break out... Look ahead, that's the Douluo God Realm! There are so many God Kings! So many, many gods! If we rush in, we'll be killed!"

The ice dragon rolled its eyes. "We are Dragon Clan."

"I'm not Dragon Clan!" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm almost cried. "Besides, even the Dragon God, who was so powerful back then, was still shattered into pieces. If we, these little minions, rushed in, wouldn't we just be offering ourselves up as food?"

"..." The ice dragon didn't want to talk to it anymore.

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm continued to tremble, and as it trembled, it quietly shrank back.

It wanted to run away.

Chapter 367 War of the Divine Realm

Once this thought popped into Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's mind, she could no longer suppress it.

What does war have to do with it? It's never even seen the Silver Dragon King!

wrong...

He seemed to have actually seen it before, but only as a power bank in the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Great Forest.

It never experienced the glory of the Dragon Clan!

It's just an ordinary Ice Silkworm. Its biggest dream is to find a place with plenty of energy to lie down and eat until the end of time. It's not here to be cannon fodder!

It continued to shrink back, an inch, two inches, three inches—

What are you doing?

A deep voice sounded from above.

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm froze.

It slowly raised its head and met a pair of huge, fiery dragon eyes.

The Fire Dragon King had somehow appeared behind it, looking down at the trembling white worm.

"I... I..." Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's tongue stammered, "I just... wanted to stretch my legs..."

The Fire Dragon King stared at it for two seconds, then chuckled.

"Trying to run?"

"No, no, no!" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm shook her head frantically, her plump body swaying along with it, looking particularly comical. "I just think the view is better here! Yes, better view! I want to see what's ahead!"

The Fire Dragon King was too lazy to expose it.

"Stay put," he said. "The Dragon God has ordered that no Dragon Clan may leave without permission. If you dare to run away..."

He didn't finish speaking, but instead grinned, revealing a mouthful of menacing dragon teeth.

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm stopped shaking.

It froze completely.

The Fire Dragon King nodded in satisfaction and flapped its wings again, flying forward.

Once the burning figure had disappeared into the distance, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm finally regained its breath. It shrank into an even smaller ball, trying to minimize its presence, its two black bean eyes looking pitifully around.

There's no escaping it.

There's really no escaping it.

Dragons were everywhere—in front, behind, left, and right; in the sky and on the ground, they were all bigger, fiercer, and more powerful than it.

This plump little white worm, sandwiched in the middle, was like a chopstick stuck in a pile of sharp swords—it was incredibly conspicuous.

"It's over..."

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm closed her eyes in despair.