Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation

"Little San, from now on, I only have you. I hope you won't let me down!"

Yu Xiaogang gazed through the small carriage window at the receding scenery, whispering to himself.

He had long since abandoned any hope of repairing his own martial soul; regardless, even if he had one, he likely would never have broken through level 29.

In the eyes of powers like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Martial Soul Hall, he would remain a piece of trash.

It was better to spend his time and energy cultivating Tang San, allowing Tang San to truly become a powerhouse.

If he could cultivate a Title Douluo, or perhaps someone even stronger, no one would dare call him trash again.

If Luo Yan knew what Yu Xiaogang was thinking, he would certainly appear just to mock him.

In Luo Yan's view.

Yu Xiaogang believed that since Tang San only possessed a Blue Silver Grass martial soul, cultivating it into a Title Douluo would indirectly highlight his own capabilities.

Even if his own soul power was lacking, having powerful teaching abilities was a skill in itself.

But Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was no simple martial soul.

Not to mention that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls, with the other being a top-tier martial soul like the Clear Sky Hammer.

Even Tang San's Blue Silver Grass carried the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor and could evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor.

With the synergy of two martial souls, even if Tang San achieved the rank of Title Douluo later, others would surely attribute it to Tang San's innate talent.

Rather than the man who taught him.

With Twin Martial Souls that were both top-tier, combined with Innate Full Soul Power, as long as he didn't die young, even a dog could become a Title Douluo.

Therefore, everything Yu Xiaogang was planning was nothing but a joke.

Unfortunately, Yu Xiaogang was as if possessed, and would never think that far ahead.

Martial Soul City, within the Pope Palace of Martial Soul Hall.

A figure stood beside the papal throne, which symbolized the highest authority in Martial Soul Hall.

A brilliant golden gown draped from head to toe, fitting perfectly; the dazzling garment shimmered with light, adorned with over a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones.

The Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown atop her head radiated myriad rays of light, and she held a two-meter-long scepter inlaid with countless jewels.

Bibi Dong's fair skin and near-perfect features made her look truly extraordinary.

In particular, the intangible air of nobility and divinity she exuded made one unable to help but feel an urge to prostrate and worship.

Bibi Dong was stunningly beautiful, noble, elegant, and serene; every beautiful word seemed applicable to her.

Although she was no longer young, the passage of time seemed to have left no mark upon her.

Her gaze drifted through the ceiling of the great hall as she pondered the conversation she had with Yu Xiaogang a few days prior.

Xiaogang, have I really become someone you can no longer trust...

After a long while, Bibi Dong sighed helplessly.

From the course of their conversation, she could sense that Yu Xiaogang seemed to be hiding something from her.

In the end, unable to suppress her inner curiosity, Bibi Dong spoke in a low voice: "Yue Guan!"

No sooner had she finished speaking, and before the doors of the Pope Palace had even opened, a lean figure appeared within the hall.

"Yue Guan pays respects to Your Holiness the Pope. May I ask what you require of me?"

As soon as Chrysanthemum Douluo entered, he bowed deeply to Bibi Dong, appearing extremely respectful.

"Some time ago, a person named Yu Xiaogang entered the Library Pavilion. He previously resided in Nuoding City of the Heaven Dou Empire."

"Go and investigate his background; uncover everything he has experienced!"

"This person is very important and may be a spy for the Heaven Dou Empire. Complete this task as soon as possible!"

Bibi Dong did not waste words, delegating the task directly.

"Yes!"

Yue Guan asked no questions, accepted the mission, and departed.

The Pope Palace fell back into silence.

Five days later.

Luo Yan's condition had improved significantly compared to the beginning.

He was now sitting calmly on the ground, as if in a state of meditation.

Although he was still drenched in sweat, he no longer writhed on the ground in agony as he had at the start.

Three days ago, once Luo Yan's condition had stabilized, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing had felt reassured enough to return to their own cultivation, leaving him undisturbed.

Today happened to be the seventh day of Luo Yan's bloodline evolution, which was much longer than the previous time he had evolved into a Purple Thunder Flood Dragon.

Suddenly, the expression on Luo Yan's face, which had been calm, twisted into a grimace once more.

Awoo!

A dragon's roar erupted from the throat of Luo Yan.

His eyes snapped open, and his pupils underwent a transformation, shifting into one purple and one golden heterochromatic gaze.

The violent aura radiating from his body surged forth uncontrollably.

At this moment, his cultivation had reached the peak of the Tier 6 Demon Emperor realm, while his physical body had attained the early stage of a Tier 7 Demon Venerable.

However, Luo Yan sensed that his heavenly tribulation was brewing and would descend before long.

Given his foundation as a pure-blooded dragon, the intensity of the tribulation would certainly be formidable, especially since this world seemed to harbor some hostility toward him.

If anyone else were to be caught in the tribulation with him, there was a high probability they would perish instantly under its might.

Thinking of this, he immediately shouted to Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu:

"Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, hurry and leave with Da Ming and Er Ming, and take everyone else in the hotel with you!"

"You must be quick!"

Luo Yan saw the dark clouds gathering overhead and estimated that it would begin before long.

Without waiting for them to overthink it, he pulled Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu along, bringing them to the room where Da Ming and Er Ming were staying.

After giving them a final, urgent instruction, Luo Yan went straight to the roof of the Rose Hotel.

By now, the sky above Suotuo City was completely shrouded in dark clouds, plunging the entire city into sudden darkness.

Only the lightning flickering incessantly within the clouds occasionally illuminated the city for brief moments.

City Lord's Mansion.

Zhao Yuan had been awakened by the strange phenomenon occurring over Suotuo City and was currently standing atop the high tower of the City Lord's Mansion.

"What on earth has been happening in Suotuo City lately..." He stared at the endless expanse of black clouds, his expression filled with confusion.

He could sense an extremely dangerous aura emanating from the lightning within the clouds.

If struck by that lightning, one would be severely injured at best, or reduced to ashes at worst.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan felt a headache coming on, and he ultimately issued an order: "Pass the word down—have the citizens hide in their cellars to avoid any accidents!"

Fortunately, Suotuo City was located on a vast plain and was quite large.

Aside from the area around the City Lord's Mansion, other parts of the city were either protected by formations or had a low population density.

Otherwise, it would have been truly difficult to manage.

After the order was given, Zhao Yuan went out himself to handle the situation.

As the City Lord of Suotuo City, he could not escape responsibility regardless of what happened to the city.

At the center of the dark clouds, Luo Yan stared at the sky with a solemn expression.

Beyond the endless sea of clouds, he could see a massive Thunder Pool.

Countless bolts of lightning surged within the pool, and some were even condensing their power, as if waiting for the lightning tribulation to begin.

For some reason, Luo Yan felt an urge to swallow the entire Thunder Pool whole.

"I wonder if this Thunder Pool tastes any good..."