Recovery

Rus Wang released thousands of Soul Beasts from his vast Space Soul Tool, then suspended his exploration of the Old Continent. As a six-hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast, he commanded the entire herd to follow him back to the Folded Ear Continent.

Protected by Rus Wang and wrapped in his Soul Power, the Soul Beasts arrived on the Folded Ear Continent. The dozen or so Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts in the group all roared with delight. Rus Wang then laid down some rules for them. The continent's Indigenous People, the Elves, weren't human and didn't need Soul Beast Soul Rings. They could coexist with Soul Beasts. If anyone dared to treat an Elf like a human and seek revenge, Rus Wang wouldn't care whether they were a Soul Beast or not—he'd kill them to make them pay with their life.

As for the Hundred-Year Soul Beasts and the thousand-year ones, he explained the situation to any with intelligence. Those without it were taken straight to the Nanshan Rainforest, where conditions were excellent. If any brainless beasts wandered into an Elf village or town, the Elves, who had now begun cultivating as Soul Masters, could handle them on their own.

When Rus Wang led the Soul Beasts into the Nanshan Rainforest, the territories of its thousand-year and hundred-year Soul Beasts were thrown into a brief but intense struggle for dominance.

However, after bringing the Soul Beasts back, Rus Wang had no time to deal with all that. He left everything to the laws of nature. Now he needed to tell the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts under his command—or rather, his wives—about his trip to the Old Continent.

"So the people from the Douluo Continent have already reached the route the Soul Beasts must take to escape."

Thalassa looked at the human diary Rus Wang had brought back, her human face grave.

The Star Luo Empire spoke the Star Luo language, while the Indigenous People spoke their own language. Rus Wang, meanwhile, had simply applied Chinese to the Elves.

In truth, Rus Wang didn't understand a word of Star Luo, so when he'd found the human diary, it had been like reading a book written in the heavens. He'd brought it all back for Thalassa and the others to examine. After all, they had fought the Indigenous People many times over three thousand years ago, so they understood their language to some extent. Though Star Luo had existed for less than eighty years, they could still use the Indigenous language to translate it.

But Thalassa and the others' conclusions were exactly what Rus Wang had expected.

"So they're Star Luo people?"

"Yes. But we can't translate many of the Star Luo characters using the Indigenous language."

"So we still can't fully understand what's in these diaries?"

Xingyue, the Dark Night Dragon, and Zichen, the Purple Gold Radiant Dragon, nodded. They were doing their best to translate them, but back then, their sense of danger had driven them to flee too quickly.

Besides, during the eighty years since Huo Yuhao ascended to godhood, the Star Luo Empire had gradually expanded from nothing. The local human kingdom, which couldn't yet be called the Star Luo Continent, had done little to translate the Star Luo language.

Still, the wives had managed to translate some of the information.

The Star Luo people seemed to be investigating the spatial rifts leading into the Dragon Valley World.

In Legend of the Dragon King, the tool character Bai Qi—Dai Yun'er—had once shared this information with Tang Wulin. The Dragon Valley micro-world naturally suppressed the use of Soul Power. Humans who entered retained the physical strength corresponding to their cultivation level, but those with more than five Soul Rings were restricted.

Rus Wang hadn't visited the Dragon Valley micro-world much. It was the place where Tang Wulin had used his Golden Dragon King bloodline to swindle Long Yun—what a ridiculous name for such an opportunity—and level up his VIP status. The place had undeniably piqued Rus Wang's interest. The Dragon Valley World held the Dragon Tomb, where all the mightiest dragon souls resided. Those True Dragon Souls guarded the tomb, protecting the bodies of their ancestors and their own. True Dragon Spirit Bones were no use to Rus Wang, but he was very interested in dragon souls. What if he evolved into Lord of Blades Rus Wang and appeared before them as a million-year Soul Beast?

The system guaranteed that he would be considered a dragon by the Dragon Race. Once he evolved into Lord of Blades Rus Wang, he would surely have a million years of cultivation. And he wouldn't be stolen from by Three Candies in the Divine Realm. Entering the Dragon Valley in his Lord of Blades Rus Wang form would also silently tell those ancient dragon souls that, if the Silver Dragon King proved unreliable, the Dragon Race still had a worthy successor who could inherit its legacy and the title of ruler of the Soul Beasts.

At the same time, Rus Wang was concerned about how he and his wives couldn't understand the Star Luo characters.

People always said that to defeat an enemy, you first had to understand them. But they didn't even understand the written language. A thousand years from now, when the Folded Ear Continent's protections disappeared, going head-to-head against humanity with the Soul Beasts and Elves would be a serious disadvantage.

Fortunately, there was still a way to learn Star Luo and find out more about the other two countries on the Douluo Continent.

Thalassa and the others completely understood the Indigenous human kingdom's language. They could teach it to the Elves, and then Rus Wang could take them to live in the cities of the Indigenous human kingdom. The Sun Moon Empire was simply too powerful. If the Star Luo Imperial Family didn't want to disappear into history, they would have to keep sailing out to find the New Continent and interact with its Indigenous humans. They would inevitably need to communicate and translate languages.

In the end, they succeeded and defeated the Indigenous humans. But that would take time, and Rus Wang could take advantage of that window. Besides, once a Soul Beast transformed into human form and concealed its aura, most humans—even Titled Douluo—were practically blind to the fact that the person in front of them was a transformed hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast. Humans could also grow all sorts of strange organs because of their Martial Souls, like extra ears or tails the size of three acres. The Elves could easily blend in among them.

"Fine. Since our trip to the continent was cut short because of the human outpost and the need to rescue those Soul Beasts, I'll go again next year. From now on, I'll bring back as many Soul Beasts as I can."

Rus Wang thought it over, then decided to wait until next year. Flying thousands of kilometers was no joke. Even though his Soul Power and the Seer Elf's stamina bar were shared, he was still exhausted.

"Um, Rus Wang?"

"Hmm?"

Rus Wang looked at Ximing, the Heavenly Sun Dragon, puzzled by his wife's sudden request.

Ever since Thalassa had dragged Xingyue and the others into a house and tricked him into looking at "cats," the other female dragons had stopped pretending and started having children with Rus Wang. He now had nine wives.

"Next time you go to the continent beyond the fog, can you take me with you?"

"Are you sure? Ximing, you were the last of us to get through the hundred-thousand-year Heavenly Tribulation."

"I have to go back and see. I know quite a few of my fellow dragons. I want to see if I can get more of them to come to the Folded Ear Continent and escape being hunted by humans."

"Okay."