Beast God Di Tian! Elder Xuan Humiliated

Scarlet King watched the emerald-green radiance pouring from Dai Tu's hand. Sensing that gentle yet vast life force, a trace of shock flashed through his eyes—but even more than that, doubt.

A human, a boy who looked no more than twelve or thirteen—what gave him the right to heal the Emperor Auspicious Beast's injuries?

That was a fatal wound inflicted by a level ninety-eight Super Douluo's spatial power, followed by a full-force blow from the White Tiger Martial Soul that had pierced through her abdomen.

Not to mention a three-ring Soul Elder, even a healing-type Titled Douluo might not have been confident of saving her.

But what happened next instantly swept away all of Scarlet King's doubts.

The emerald-green light seemed alive as it flowed, seeped, and intertwined over the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's abdominal wound.

The torn flesh began to squirm, grow, and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye under the light's nourishment.

Her broken bones gave off fine sounds, like silkworms chewing mulberry leaves, as they slowly reconnected and reformed. The shattered fragments of her internal organs were wrapped in gentle life force, melted away, then gathered and took shape once more.

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion's body trembled faintly.

That trembling was not from pain, but from a... relieved throb, the stirring of life returning.

Beneath the emerald-green glow, the wound on her abdomen rapidly shrank, scabbed over, and shed its crust.

The newborn skin was a faint pink, standing in stark contrast to the brilliant golden fur around it, like a blemish accidentally staining a piece of fine jade. Yet that blemish was quickly fading, covered by newly grown fur that was just as brilliantly golden.

"Roar..."

A weak yet clear rumble emerged from deep within the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's throat.

She raised her head, and focus returned to those pure golden vertical pupils.

Within the boundless starry sky in her eyes was reflected Dai Tu's calm face, along with the scarlet Mangekyo pattern gleaming in his eyes.

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion stared at that pattern for several seconds. Confusion and bewilderment flashed through her eyes, but in the end, they all turned into... an almost instinctive closeness.

She extended her tongue and gently licked the hand Dai Tu had pressed against her wound.

Her tongue was warm and covered in tiny barbs, leaving his skin itchy and tingling.

Dai Tu's hand paused slightly.

In truth, all of this had been part of his scheme. He had wanted Dai Yueheng to injure the Three-Eyed Golden Lion and ruthlessly set him up.

But the Three-Eyed Golden Lion obviously did not understand that. She even regarded him as her benefactor.

Dai Tu lowered his eyes, forcibly suppressing the tumbling thoughts in his heart as he continued driving the Life Eulogy soul skill with all his strength.

His Soul Power was being consumed at a rapid pace, yet the Mark of Life on his brow continuously supplied pure life energy, sustaining the treatment's expenditure.

Moreover, he could feel that as the treatment deepened, his understanding of the Tree of Life Martial Soul and his awareness of the laws of life were gradually becoming deeper and clearer.

It was a wondrous insight, like groping through darkness for a long time before finally seeing a glimmer of light.

"Little junior brother..." Long Aotian stood to one side, looking at Dai Tu's focused profile, then at the Three-Eyed Golden Lion on the ground, whose aura was rapidly recovering. His eyes were full of shock.

He knew Dai Tu's healing abilities were formidable, and that the Life Eulogy soul skill was absurdly powerful.

But he had never expected it to be this absurd. This was practically snatching someone from the hands of death—no, snatching back a soul beast.

Du Busi also walked over. Looking down at the wound on the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's abdomen, a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

"Not bad, kid." Du Busi patted Dai Tu's shoulder, not too heavily, with clear approval in his tone.

"This healing effect is far stronger than those old geezers in the sect. Once you rise a few more levels, you might even be able to bring the dead back to life."

Dai Tu said nothing and merely shook his head, indicating that he was still far from that level.

For now, he had only preserved the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's life and repaired her most critical wounds.

But the shattered meridians in her body, her damaged soul, and the origin that had nearly been crushed apart by Xuan Zi's spatial power would all require more time and more meticulous care to slowly recover.

Moreover, he could sense an extremely mysterious and immensely powerful force slowly awakening within the Three-Eyed Golden Lion.

That force was very weak, like a candle flame in the wind, but its essence was frighteningly lofty. It seemed capable of communicating with heaven and earth, stirring the stars, and... rewriting fate.

Was it the power of destiny?

Dai Tu guessed inwardly, but did not dwell on it. What he needed to do now was simply stabilize the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's injuries and keep her alive until a true powerhouse arrived.

And that "true powerhouse" arrived faster than Dai Tu had anticipated.

Just as Dai Tu had been treating her for roughly the time it took to burn an incense stick, when the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's injuries had basically stabilized, the sky suddenly darkened.

It was not dark clouds blocking the sun, nor was it nightfall. Something had blocked the light.

It was a pure, tyrannical darkness that stood above all living things, like an endless, bottomless sea of ink spreading from the edge of the sky and instantly engulfing the entire forest.

Sunlight vanished. Moonlight vanished. Starlight vanished.

The world sank into absolute darkness. One could not see a hand before one's face; even sound seemed swallowed up, leaving only deathly silence and a bone-deep fear that made even the soul tremble...

Scarlet King's face instantly turned paper-white.

He lifted his head and looked toward the center of that sea of ink in the sky. His eyes were filled with reverence—and a nearly imperceptible trace of fear.

"Lord... Di Tian..."

He murmured, his voice trembling.

Du Busi also raised his head. His emerald-green eyes narrowed, and a trace of gravity flashed deep within them.

He stepped forward, shielding Dai Tu and Long Aotian behind him. Dark-green Soul Power silently surged around his body, forming a solid barrier that enveloped all three of them.

"A... truly formidable fellow has arrived." Du Busi spoke softly, all his usual teasing and casualness gone, leaving only the grave seriousness of facing a great enemy.

The next moment, a crack split open at the center of the darkness.

The crack was not large, only about ten feet long, but beyond it lay neither sky nor forest. Instead, there was a... vast, boundless void filled with dazzling stars.

A figure slowly emerged from that void.

He was a man who looked around thirty, tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a simple black robe. His ink-black hair fell casually over his shoulders.

His features were handsome, sharply defined and filled with masculine strength. Sword-like brows, starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and firm lips that seemed carved with a blade.

But what drew the eye most was his gaze.

His eyes were pure black, with no whites and no pupils—only a pure darkness that seemed capable of devouring all light.

The instant those eyes calmly swept over them, Dai Tu felt the blood throughout his body nearly freeze. It was as though an invisible hand had seized his soul by the throat, making even breathing difficult.

The Beast God, Di Tian.

The true ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest, first among the Ten Great Beast Kings, a being with cultivation exceeding eight hundred thousand years. He stood at the very apex of the soul beast pyramid, an existence almost divine.