Wind Follows the Dragon's Movement, Thunder Follows the Dragon's Birth.

Lin Feng did not spare another glance at the two newly unlocked buffs, his gaze burning as he stared into the deepest, void-filled unknown region.

The previously low-growling Shadow Overlord fell silent instantly, and the scarlet glint in the Shadow Tyrant's eyes deep within the dragon pit abruptly extinguished. The two massive figures merged into the darkness as silently as ink.

The consciousness space fell into an instant hush.

A wisp of breeze drifted by, only to transform into a howling gale sweeping through the entire consciousness space in the blink of an eye.

Lin Feng felt his consciousness being torn apart by the violent wind.

The next moment, The pitch-black void was suddenly ripped open.

A bolt of purple lightning, spanning the heavens and the earth, cleaved through the void of the consciousness space. A massive dragon body, interwoven with silver-blue and ink-black, spiraled out from the rift.

Every scale, shimmering with a cold light, flowed with restless, seemingly living electricity. Massive dragon wings slowly unfurled, blotting out the void space.

"ROAR--!"

A dragon roar that shook the very soul exploded.

The dragon head rose proudly, its jagged horns wreathed in thunder, while its vertical pupils churned with endless storms like a raging deep-sea tempest.

The wind moved with the dragon; the thunder was born from it.

The moment it descended, the entire consciousness space trembled violently.

An invisible pressure swept outward, and Lin Feng felt as if his heart had been gripped tight by a giant hand.

That was the instinctive sanction belonging to an end-tier creature.

Wherever it passed, everything was forcibly brought to a halt; between heaven and earth, only the purest collision of life and death remained.

Violent thunder coiled around its body into an indestructible thunder armor, while howling storms condensed beneath its wings into an impenetrable wind shield.

It stood in the center of the consciousness space, imposing without anger, like a king who had slumbered for eons, finally opening its eyes to gaze indifferently upon the world.

The terrifying dragon might made Lin Feng's consciousness tremble slightly. As he met those dragon eyes that seemed capable of dragging one into an endless storm, his blood began to boil.

"Strong, too strong."

Storm Dragon King—since it dared to claim the title of Dragon King, its bloodline was undoubtedly at the very pinnacle of the pyramid.

Lin Feng looked at the behemoth before him, and a thought surfaced uncontrollably.

He just didn't know, compared to the Silver Dragon King of this world, which one was superior?

At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind.

It must be unlocked.

Even if it cost two million... no, even if he had to dump three million Gold Soul Coins into it, he would not hesitate.

He had gritted his teeth to unlock the Shadow Overlord and the Shadow Tyrant earlier, all to meet the prerequisites to unlock this ultimate existence standing at the peak of the buffs.

But when his gaze fell upon the unlock price, his entire body froze, becoming completely sluggish.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, unable to believe it, his voice trembling as he counted the digits one by one.

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million..."

He stopped abruptly, his mouth instantly turning dry.

"A million! Se... seven zeros, ten million Mall Gold Coins?!"

"Converting at the mall's one-to-ten ratio, th... ten million Gold Soul Coins?! A full eight zeros?!"

Lin Feng felt his vision go dark.

Ten million Gold Soul Coins—what kind of terrifying concept was this?

Tang San earned only one Gold Soul Coin for a month of sweeping floors; this was equivalent to sweeping for 800 years without eating or drinking.

A three-ring Soul Elder only received a subsidy of 100 Gold Soul Coins a month; this sum was enough to cover the subsidies of a full hundred thousand Soul Elders.

Even for a kingdom with an army of over a hundred thousand, the annual military expenditure would at most be around ten million Gold Soul Coins.

Lin Feng stared at that string of bright, glaring zeros and let out a long, desperate sigh.

"Sorry, I take back what I just said; I am a penniless pauper through and through."

This realization left him completely depressed, and he had no heart left to look at other equipment in the mall. With a pull of his consciousness, he withdrew directly from the Martial Soul consciousness space.

Flender looked at his expression and teased him with a chuckle.

"Why the long face? Don't blame your Martial Soul; as the saying goes, the Martial Soul reflects the person."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He had almost forgotten that there was an invisible billionaire right beside him.

He immediately turned his head, his face plastered with a smile.

"Dean, I need an urgent favor. Lend me ten million Gold Soul Coins to tide me over."

Flender picked at his ear, then picked at it again, turning his head with a blank expression.

"Ho... how much? A thousand?"

"What thousand? I'm not so broke that I can't even come up with a thousand."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes at him and repeated himself.

"It's ten million. And right, that's Gold Soul Coins, not Copper Soul Coins."

Flender fell silent for a moment, then turned his head without hesitation, staring straight ahead as he spoke with a straight face.

"Who is the Dean? Never heard of him."

"Young man, remember to pay the fare when we land later. Ten thousand Gold Soul Coins, no credit."

Lin Feng hadn't really expected to pluck any feathers from this iron rooster; if he wanted something reliable, he would have to count on his own cheap teacher.

He rubbed his chin, muttering to himself.

"It's only ten million. Teacher is so wealthy, he should... be able to come up with it, right?"

A few days later, Heaven Dou City, the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Lin Feng stood outside the towering city gate, looking up at the behemoth that spanned the horizon, completely stunned.

The city walls, over a dozen zhang high, were built entirely from massive slabs of dark cyan stone, their grandeur enough to make one's heart tremble.

At the gate, royal guards clad in armor and holding spears stood watch, while a constant stream of people and carriages flowed in and out. The entire city seemed to stretch on without end, more than ten times larger than the Suotuo City he was familiar with.

"Is this... what the capital of an empire looks like?"

Beside him, Flender gazed at the familiar gate, a hint of nostalgia flowing through him. Soon, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the still-dazed Lin Feng.

"Where does your teacher live?"

"No rush, no rush."

Lin Feng snapped back to reality, shaking his head, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Since we're already here, I have to buy some things to prepare."

"Besides, rather than looking for someone, I'd much rather stroll around this Heaven Dou City first."

Flender rolled his eyes helplessly but didn't say much, simply following at a leisurely pace behind him as the two wandered along the wide, smooth main street.

The street was lined with shops: rare metal stores, high-end restaurants, and grand auction houses—everything one could imagine.

Soul Masters were visible everywhere; even five-ring Soul Kings were not a rare sight. Compared to the bustling, common atmosphere of Suotuo City, this place possessed a unique, imperial solemnity.

An hour later, Inside a large, old bookstore off the main street.

Flender stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a bookshelf, idly flipping through a book on Soul Master theory.

Watching Lin Feng squatting before the shelves, his fingers sliding across the spines of book after book, his eyes scanning every title as if searching for some rare treasure, he finally couldn't help but speak up.

"I say, Little Lin, you've been flipping through these for nearly half an hour. What exactly are you looking for?"

Lin Feng didn't even look up, his gaze still firmly locked on the rows of yellowed, ancient book covers as he replied casually.

"Looking for some historical records from the ancient era regarding Martial Souls. I want to see if there have ever been any existences in Soul Master history similar to my Martial Soul."

Since Chrysanthemum Douluo's Martial Soul was the immortal-grade Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, it was possible that historical books might contain records of other immortal herb-type Martial Souls, or perhaps even detailed accounts regarding the immortal herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Chrysanthemum Guan couldn't have identified the aura of immortal herbs at a glance out of thin air; there had to be books to follow.

As for why he didn't just use his connection with Qian Renxue to ask Chrysanthemum Douluo directly—it wasn't that he hadn't thought of it, but he was ultimately afraid of drawing Chrysanthemum Guan's attention.

After all, no one would inquire about immortal herbs for no reason, and furthermore, Chrysanthemum Guan was a confidant of Bibi Dong. As for that deep-thinking, ruthless madwoman, he preferred to stay as far away from her as possible.