Qin Chuan's First Million Year Soul Bone

"Ding-dong. Bibi Dong used the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to kill a former Shrek Academy student, an eighty-sixth-level Soul Douluo. Reward: 9600 Snow Hatred Value."

Current Snow Hatred Value: 1,506,000

At night, Qin Chuan lay in his dormitory, staring at the Snow Hatred Value that had reached one million five hundred thousand, his mood growing complicated.

Resurrection of the Dead: 1,500,000

[Resurrection of the Dead]: Can pull a deceased person into the current timeline (will not affect the timeline).

Qin Chuan wanted to choose it several times, but in the end, the hand he raised slowly lowered.

"My great revenge is not yet fulfilled. Only improving my strength is the top priority."

Qin Chuan silently apologized to the mother, sister, and grandfather of this world in his heart, then immediately swiped open the shop and clicked into the soul bone page.

One million five hundred thousand Snow Hatred Value could exchange for fifteen Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones. If Qin Chuan was willing, he could assemble a full set in a single night.

He had already planned it out beforehand: his entire set of soul bones should be based on dragon-type soul beasts.

Dragon-type soul beasts held a supreme position among soul beasts. Their bodies were strong enough, making it easier to condense the complementary Yin-Yang Twin Soul Cores in the future.

The Nine Sons of the Dragon naturally became Qin Chuan's primary targets.

"The Water Dragon King and Fire Dragon King at the bottom of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well should yield two soul bones. As for the other seven Dragon Kings, let me see..."

As the leader of the Nine Great Dragon Kings, the Mountain Dragon King naturally drew Qin Chuan's gaze to its exchange list.

Mountain Dragon King head soul bone, torso bone, left and right arm bones, left and right leg bones—a full set cost a full six million Snow Hatred Value.

Qin Chuan clicked his tongue in secret. This would probably require a large-scale war to gather so much Snow Hatred Value.

Qin Chuan spoke: "System, exchange for me the Mountain Dragon King Million Year Torso Bone."

"Ding-dong. The Mountain Dragon King Million Year Torso Bone has been exchanged for you. One million Snow Hatred Value has been deducted."

Current Snow Hatred Value: 506,000

Qin Chuan suddenly felt the space around him collapse. A terrifying pressure, heavy as a mountain, descended. The tables, chairs, and benches in the room couldn't bear the load and all turned to dust.

Every bone in Qin Chuan's body crackled. Gritting his teeth to endure, he slowly raised his head and saw the Mountain Dragon King Million Year Torso Bone that had suddenly appeared before him.

This soul bone was entirely earth-yellow in color. The next second, Qin Chuan's pupils contracted sharply.

The Million Year Torso Bone before him actually transformed from solid to void, condensing into a mountain-sized phantom of the Mountain Dragon King. The Mountain Dragon King lowered its head, its earth-yellow dragon eyes fixed on Qin Chuan, sizing him up.

"System, what's going on? How can I run into a ghost just absorbing a soul bone?"

At the same time, the system's cold notification tone rang out.

"You must understand that there is no true million-year soul beast in this world. Even the existence of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm relied on Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Ice Marrow to achieve a pseudo-million-year status. A true million-year soul beast lives year after year, not forcibly raising its age through certain methods."

"This Mountain Dragon King Million Year Torso Bone before you was extracted by the system from the mountains and rivers that the Mountain Dragon King transformed into, ultimately fused into a million-year torso soul bone. It carries the power of all the mountains and rivers on the planet Douluo Continent."

"For the host to absorb it, you must pass the trial of this million-year Mountain Dragon King. Succeed, and the host will soar to the skies. Fail, and the soul bone will vanish into smoke, reverting to the power of mountains and rivers and re-merging into the earth's veins."

Qin Chuan felt a strange sensation in his heart. He had been thinking of making all his soul bones million-year, but now that a million-year soul bone had truly been condensed, he finally understood a truth.

There is no free lunch in the world. To gain something, you must first pay a corresponding price.

Just as the system had said: succeed, and Qin Chuan would soar; fail, and one million Snow Hatred Value would be wasted. Because throughout the history of Douluo Continent, there had never been a million-year soul bone. Even the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King was only at nine hundred ninety-nine thousand years, and even that was achieved through devouring.

But the Mountain Dragon King Million Year Torso Bone before him was condensed by the system gathering the mountains and rivers that the Mountain Dragon King had transformed into. Its significance was vastly different.

"Qin Chuan is willing to accept the trial." Qin Chuan said through gritted teeth.

The next second, the pressure on Qin Chuan suddenly vanished.

Everything in the room twisted. Soon, a wasteland appeared before him, empty and devoid of any human presence. Only a few great mountains stood across the plain, their peaks piercing the clouds like pillars holding up the sky.

"Rumble—"

At that moment, a mountain-sized Mountain Dragon King appeared and spoke in human tongue: "Human, I will give you three chances to strike. If you can make my form dissipate, I will merge with you."

"Three chances?"

Qin Chuan's gaze was deep. He did not choose to manifest the Death Spider Emperor, but instead slowly raised his right hand.

The fabric on his entire right arm instantly burst apart, replaced by a right claw covered in golden scales—the Golden Dragon King's Claw.

Qin Chuan took out a scale-covered claw gauntlet and put it on, pouring soul power into it continuously.

This was a fifth-level Soul Tool. Through its core formation, it released power over ten times greater, combined with the Golden Dragon King's Claw.

Qin Chuan stamped his feet on the ground and shot upward like a cannonball. The Golden Dragon King inherently controlled the ultimate power, and with a tenfold amplification on top of that, Qin Chuan became a human-shaped projectile.

The Mountain Dragon King's gaze was calm as still water. It lightly raised its right dragon claw to meet him. The moment they touched, Qin Chuan was sent flying backward.

An absolute disparity in power. His strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree, utterly unable to budge the Mountain Dragon King even a fraction.

If it had been a Soul King or even a Soul Emperor, Qin Chuan could have crushed them to dust with his overwhelming power advantage.

The Mountain Dragon King's position was unshakable. It was, after all, the leader of the Nine Great Dragon Kings.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan somewhat regretted picking this big fellow.

"Two chances left."

The Mountain Dragon King's voice came from not far away.

Qin Chuan retracted his claw covers, his right arm returning to normal.

This time, he didn't repeat the same trick. Instead, the sleeve of his left arm burst apart, revealing an arm densely covered in silver scales—the Silver Dragon King's Claw.

The Mountain Dragon King's pupils contracted at the sight.

Immediately after, Qin Chuan manipulated the elements of wind, fire, lightning, and electricity, sending them surging forward.

The various elements twisted together into a multicolored orb of light, hurtling straight toward the Mountain Dragon King.

Facing the incoming assault, the Mountain Dragon King merely exhaled a breath, and the elemental orb dissipated into nothing in an instant.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan felt no frustration whatsoever; instead, his mood was quite cheerful.

The Mountain Dragon King rumbled, "You have one last chance."

"What are you smiling at?" The Mountain Dragon King looked at the grinning Qin Chuan with confusion.

"Let me ask you this—how long has it been since you last saw the Dragon God?"

"The Dragon God! You actually know of the Dragon God!"

"Not only do I know of him, I'm going to let you see him!"

As the words fell, silver and golden dragon scales rapidly spread across Qin Chuan's left and right arms. The two different-colored scales extended from his wrists all the way to his shoulders, finally converging below his neck into a single tiny, iridescent scale.

A scale belonging to the Dragon God—even if only one.

Even one was enough.

"Dragon God Descent!"

Qin Chuan shot a streak of silver light from one hand and a streak of golden light from the other, the two streams spiraling together.

At that moment, an aura of primordial antiquity spread throughout this mysterious space.

The Mountain Dragon King's massive draconic body trembled as it gazed at a colossal, multicolored dragon head emerging from the clouds. Just its pressure alone filled the Mountain Dragon King with awe.

Then, the iridescent giant dragon crashed down in an instant, directly crushing the Mountain Dragon King until it exploded.

After the Mountain Dragon King burst apart, it transformed into strands of mountain and earth energy, spreading through this mysterious, unknown space.

Curious, Qin Chuan lightly touched one of the earthy-yellow energy threads. The weight of a mountain range nearly shattered his right arm.

Each thread here was formed from a mountain range; each thread was a mountain or river that the Mountain Dragon King had once transformed into.

Immediately after, the boundless power of mountains and rivers converged into an earthy-yellow streak of light that shot into Qin Chuan's chest. They swarmed in, wrapping around him tightly until he was completely encased.

The crushing weight from before didn't come. Qin Chuan only felt that as long as he stood on the ground, he could endlessly draw upon the power of the mountains as his own.

In simpler terms, Qin Chuan was like a phone with only one percent battery left, and the earth was a magnetic charging bank, constantly supplying him with endless soul power, recharging him anytime, anywhere.

This was one of the hundred-thousand-year Mountain Dragon King's torso bone soul skills—Coil.

The Mountain Dragon King's torso bone had four major soul skills.

Drawing on the earth's power to replenish soul power—"Coil."

Drawing on the earth's power to form an absolute defense—"Guard."

Drawing on the earth's power to create an absolute domain—"Suppress."

Drawing on the earth's power for its sole attack—"Suppress."

These four soul skills were all intimately tied to the power of the earth. This bone was condensed from the mountain and river energy left behind after the Mountain Dragon King's fall, making it a unique existence across the entire Douluo Continent.

Morning sunlight fell on Qin Chuan's face as he slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm back?"

Qin Chuan found the room he was in completely quiet. Even the tables and chairs that had turned to dust last night were perfectly intact.

The furnishings were unharmed, with no damage anywhere.

Just as Qin Chuan was puzzled, a knock came at the door.

He opened the door, and a graceful figure stood before him.

Meng Hongchen's wine-red hair cascaded like a waterfall, her delicate face glowing with a pink luster. Her deep blue eyes were fixed intently on Qin Chuan, filled with worry.

"You haven't left your room for seven days straight. I was really worried about you."

"What?! I've been in my room for seven whole days?" Qin Chuan's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yeah, I asked Sister Xue. She said you might be cultivating. Even Grandpa told me not to disturb you, but today I just couldn't hold back... so I knocked."

Qin Chuan ruffled Meng Hongchen's wine-red hair and smiled calmly. "Thank you."

"Huh? You're not mad at me?"

"Mad about what?"

"Did I interrupt your cultivation?"

"Not at all. I only just woke up myself."