"Is this where the Nine True Dragon Crowns are?" Bei Bei slowly opened his eyes, puzzled. Yu Yuanlong hadn't said anything about this happening.
In the past, when disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan came here, they hadn't received any kind of summons. They had simply gone straight up the main peak, found the Snow Jade Crown, and tried to refine it.
None of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's disciples had ever experienced what Bei Bei was experiencing now. He guessed it was probably because of the bloodline of his Martial Soul.
After all, the Dragon Clan valued bloodlines above all else, and his Radiant Dragon King bloodline was second only to the Dragon God's, one of the highest-ranking bloodlines in the Dragon Clan.
Naturally, he had an exceptionally strong sense for treasures related to dragons.
Bei Bei continued deeper inside. The sorrowful, mournful resentment around him grew heavier by the moment.
He soon reached True Dragon Mountain and discovered a vast plaza halfway up the slope.
Behind the plaza stood countless pavilions and towers, though they had all fallen into ruin.
What caught his eye was an enormous statue of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, but its head had vanished without a trace.
The entire plaza had been torn apart. Even after ten thousand years, he could still sense the ferocious battle that had once taken place here.
Bei Bei crossed the plaza and passed through the great hall. Before him stood row upon row of tombstones, none bearing names.
There were several thousand of them—the graves of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples massacred in the battle ten thousand years ago.
On the largest grave ahead rested a white-jade Soul Bone, radiating wisps of pressure.
Bei Bei slowly approached, the aura of the Radiant Dragon King circling him. As if sensing the bloodline within his body, the Snow Jade Crown began to glow faintly.
Just as Bei Bei drew near, a pitch-black aura suddenly drifted out of the grave, transforming into a tall figure.
Black energy shrouded its body, but he could just make out dragon claws, horns, wings, a tail...
Countless black lightning bolts erupted with a deafening crack. Rolling waves of thunder surged toward Bei Bei.
Bei Bei was startled. He hadn't expected such a sudden turn of events. His third Soul Ring lit up, and four golden Coiled Dragon Shields appeared around him.
The black lightning struck the golden shields and dissipated, but the impact still drove Bei Bei back several steps.
"It's a Wraith!" Bei Bei recognized what he was facing: a wraith formed from the resentment and bitterness of countless Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples who had died in battle, condensed over ten thousand years.
The lightning around the wraith transformed into four Thunder Dragons, which swept toward Bei Bei.
Bei Bei refused to back down. His ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring lit up, activating his Golden Dragon Tyrant Body and greatly enhancing his strength, speed, attack, and defense.
"Second Soul Skill, Bright Dragon Breath!"
Thick golden lightning gathered into a dazzling beam of light and collided with the four Thunder Dragons. A violent explosion erupted, and the power of Ultimate Light purified some of the resentment around them.
"Heh. A mere wraith dares to run wild in front of me?" Bei Bei sneered. His Ultimate Light was exceptionally effective against this kind of dark wraith.
Dragon Transformation!!!
Bei Bei immediately activated his secret Dragon Transformation technique. His hands became dragon claws, and heavy white-gold scales spread up his arms and across his back. Two enormous Dragon Wings unfurled behind him.
The effects of Dragon Transformation—Dragon's Fury and Dragon's Might—burst forth, raising his aura another level.
"Roar!"
The wraith had been formed from the resentment of countless Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Masters, and its power came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon as well. Faced with the pressure of Bei Bei's Radiant Dragon King Martial Soul, its strength was instantly cut by more than half.
A huge mass of blue-black clouds gathered overhead. Countless bolts of lightning fell, transforming into small Thunder Dragons that rained down on Bei Bei.
"Sacred Light Domain!"
A ring of golden lightning exploded outward from Bei Bei's body.
In an instant, it enveloped the entire graveyard of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. White-gold light filled the whole world, and the aura of sacred light flooded the space.
The wraith's power steadily dwindled. Countless golden bolts of lightning rampaged through it, forming spheres of ball lightning that repeatedly struck its body and inflicted tremendous damage.
Light, holiness, and thunder fused perfectly within the domain.
An aura that seemed to pass judgment on all things gathered, then shot forward like a sharp sword, piercing the wraith's body.
The wraith's aura quickly weakened until it was completely purified.
Bei Bei withdrew his Sacred Light Domain. The graveyard no longer seemed as gloomy as before; the resentment and bitterness that had filled it had also been purified by Ultimate Light.
Yet the wraith's figure did not vanish. It had merely become transparent, and the black aura around it was gone.
Bei Bei did not attack again. He could no longer sense any hostility from it.
"A descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, are you?" the figure asked, its voice slowly rising, touched with a hint of authority.
"Yes." Bei Bei nodded without denying it. Though he had been born at Shrek Academy, that could not change the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's blood flowing through his veins.
"Who are you?" Bei Bei asked.
"I am Yu Yuanzhen." The wraith slowly lifted his head, turning his illusory face toward Bei Bei. A trace of relief flickered in his eyes. "How is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan doing now?"
A look of surprise flashed across Bei Bei's eyes. This was Yu Yuanzhen, the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan ten thousand years ago, Yu Xiaogang's father—the Thunder Douluo.
He had died in battle against Spirit Hall. Fighting four Titled Douluo alone, he had slain one of them.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been rebuilt. We don't have as many people as we did in your time, but the clan has endured to this day," Bei Bei said slowly.
"Good! Good! The clan wasn't wiped out in my hands. Heaven truly has shown me mercy." Yu Yuanzhen threw back his head and laughed, his voice carrying a trace of relief.
He slowly raised his hand, and the Snow Jade Crown flew to him. "With a talented descendant like you in the clan, I can finally rest in peace."
As he spoke, he held the Snow Jade Crown out to Bei Bei. "This is the clan's most precious treasure. I hope you can uncover as much as possible of the secrets within these Soul Bone fragments!"
Bei Bei reached out and took it. The moment the Snow Jade Crown landed in his hand, it burst into dazzling light.
A fragment of memory also flowed into Bei Bei's mind: a white-gold giant dragon, its body breaking into nine fragments that scattered across a snowy mountain.
The vision was brief, but Bei Bei could still clearly feel the aura the dragon had exuded. It was the Radiant Dragon King's!
Bei Bei hadn't expected the fragments of the Nine True Dragon Crowns to have been formed from the Radiant Dragon King's bones.
Yu Yuanzhen's body gradually broke apart into countless points of light. "Remember the incantation for absorbing the Nine True Dragon Crowns: 'The dragon bears nine sons, each perched atop a mountain. Every mountain has a crown; the nine return as one...'"
With his final wish fulfilled, Yu Yuanzhen now vanished from this world completely. Only his voice continued to echo through the air.