Dragon Tomb, Gate of Reincarnating Dragons

[Kind reminder: This is a true Dragon Tomb, containing Dragon King origins. The details of this setting will be described later in the book.]

A wondrous sensation spread through Cheng Duoyi's entire body. He could feel his bloodline undergoing subtle changes, as a brand-new power awakened within him.

Cheng Duoyi looked inward and found a trace of Seven-Colored Bloodline in his dantian. It was faint, but its foundation had been established!

Normally, this trace of Seven-Colored Bloodline could not be obtained naturally. It could only be gathered by absorbing the auras emitted from within Na'er, Gu Yue, and Tang Wuling. But never forget: what was the Dragon God Heart?

Before, Cheng Duoyi's body could not withstand the Seven-Colored Bloodline because his bloodline was ordinary. The Dragon God Heart couldn't change Cheng Duoyi's bloodline either.

That was because the Dragon God's Wife was devouring Cheng Duoyi's vitality. Even the Dragon God Heart couldn't transform his bloodline under those circumstances.

Now things were different. With the Seven-Colored Bloodline appearing, the Dragon God Heart could release some of the Dragon God's essence without restraint, slowly expanding that trace of Seven-Colored Bloodline!

The difference between the two was that the Seven-Colored Bloodline couldn't be generated from within. It could only enter from outside, be refined by the Dragon God Heart, and then slowly expanded by the Dragon God Heart.

After all, under normal circumstances, the Seven-Colored Bloodline could never come into being. Although the Golden Dragon King and Silver Dragon King were both incarnations of the Dragon God, they were in conflict with each other, and had no offspring. Naturally, the Seven-Colored Bloodline could never be born.

If Cheng Duoyi's Martial Soul hadn't been the Dragon God Heart, capable of easily suppressing, absorbing, and refining them, the Golden Dragon King and Silver Dragon King's energies would have clashed inside him, each trying to devour the other.

But now...

Cheng Duoyi looked at the spiral-shaped Seven-Colored Bloodline. A seven-colored mark faintly appeared between his brows, and at last, the heavy stone in his heart was lifted.

From then on, Cheng Duoyi no longer had to worry about his vitality fading away.

Just then, a white Spirit Ring appeared around Cheng Duoyi.

Cheng Duoyi was astonished. "This Spirit Ring... actually gave me two skills! This is something only a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill can do, isn't it?"

He carefully sensed the Spirit Ring and understood what was going on.

"So it's because of the Little Dragon God. Before the seventh ring, it can be called either the Little Dragon God or the Seven-Colored Dragon. The two skills granted by the First Soul Ring are the Golden Dragon Body from the Golden Dragon King Bloodline and Water Element Control from the Silver Dragon King Bloodline."

"Could it be that one Spirit Ring grants two skills because of the Seven-Colored Bloodline?"

Cheng Duoyi guessed at the reason. At the same time, he knew that although the first Spirit Ring was a white Ten-Year Soul Ring that seemed useless, it was the starting point for the Little Dragon God's Spirit Rings.

From the first Ten-Year Soul Ring at level ten, to two Hundred-Year Soul Rings at level twenty, to three Thousand-Year Soul Rings at level thirty, and so on. Ultimately, after breaking through level one hundred, he would attain the Dragon God Divinity and transform them into Nine-Colored God Rings!

Thinking about it that way, it didn't seem strange anymore.

At the same time, the appearance of this white Spirit Ring shocked Old Tang, who was secretly watching Cheng Duoyi. "This is... the Spirit Ring fusion method only available to Soul Beast Transformations? Xiao Wu's first six Spirit Rings formed on their own back then. Could he be the Dragon God reincarnated?!"

A murderous intent suddenly surged in Old Tang's heart, but every time it arose, he felt an enormous being watching him. That feeling kept him from acting rashly.

Old Tang's expression grew complicated as he weighed things for a long time. Forget it, forget it. For now, Cheng Duoyi posed no threat to his second daughter. He could deal with the future when it came.

Old Tang couldn't say he was a coward. He could only say... he was following his instincts.

The pain on Tang Wuling's face, as she sat in front of Cheng Duoyi, had vanished completely.

She kept her eyes closed, a look of comfort on her face. The Golden Dragon King energy within her was fusing at incredible speed. It should have taken seven days for her to absorb the Golden Dragon King Essence, but after just one night, she had absorbed every last bit of it.

Tang Wuling's level had also reached twenty-one!

But her physique and bloodline had undergone a world-shaking transformation since yesterday!

As for Cheng Duoyi, his level was no longer a pitiful fifteen. It had reached eighteen! He had broken through three levels in a row!

The Tyrant Dragon, peacefully asleep in Cheng Duoyi's Spirit Sea, suddenly woke with a start.

"This is... My lord's aura is becoming more and more stable!"

The Tyrant Dragon was delighted, because the Seven-Colored Bloodline had a tremendous effect on it. It could let it return to its ancestral form!

A trace of Golden Dragon King Bloodline flowed within it, while the Seven-Colored Bloodline was a combination of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline and Silver Dragon King Bloodline. The benefits to the Tyrant Dragon could only increase, never diminish.

As long as it steadily absorbed the aura released by the Seven-Colored Bloodline, the Tyrant Dragon would need only three hundred years for its bloodline to evolve to the True Dragon level!

Don't think that was a long time. The Seven-Colored Bloodline inside Cheng Duoyi was still very weak. As it grew stronger, the Tyrant Dragon would reach the True Dragon level faster and faster!

Even becoming a Dragon King wasn't impossible!

The Tyrant Dragon sighed inwardly. You had to attach yourself to a powerful patron early...

Time passed.

Inside Cheng Duoyi's Spirit Sea, the Dragon God's Wife had been asleep. When she sensed the aura of the Seven-Colored Bloodline, she quietly opened her eyes. They seemed ordinary, yet were filled with wisdom.

"The Seven-Colored Bloodline has appeared so soon? I see..."

The Dragon God's Wife instantly understood the situation inside Cheng Duoyi and, enlightened, closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

The vitality she had been devouring from Cheng Duoyi had changed. Now she was devouring the Seven-Colored Bloodline instead.

However, she devoured it very, very slowly. And with the Dragon God Heart boosting it, the loss of this tiny amount of Seven-Colored Bloodline had little effect.

As the Seven-Colored Bloodline grew from a trace to a strand, it finally settled into its form.

The first Seven-Colored Dragon Scale appeared on Cheng Duoyi's chest, establishing the foundation of the Little Dragon God.

And inside Cheng Duoyi's Spirit Sea, several hundred meters in front of the Dragon God's Wife, a massive gate bearing carvings of dragons had appeared at some point. No one knew how it had formed or what place it connected to.

Cheng Duoyi had no idea that anything had changed in his Spirit Sea. He was immersed in experiencing the Seven-Colored Bloodline.

By the next morning.

Cheng Duoyi and Tang Wuling were both still meditating, and they had even entered Deep Meditation.

By the time Tang Wuling woke up, it was already noon.

"What time is it?"

"Oh no, oh no, we're going to be late for class!"

"Brother Yi'er, Brother Yi'er!"

Cheng Duoyi had just finished bathing. "Don't worry. I've already spoken with Teacher Wu. Go take a bath, and we'll head to the academy after we eat."

Tang Wuling breathed a sigh of relief, then noticed the stench on her body and grimaced. "Brother Yi'er, why do I smell so bad?"

Cheng Duoyi said, "The impurities in your body have been expelled. This smell is hard to wash off, so you'll have to bathe for a while if you want to get clean."

At that, Tang Wuling hurried off to bathe. She didn't want to smell that for another minute.

After Tang Wuling washed up, she changed into a light blue outfit and happily came over to Cheng Duoyi. She tilted her head and looked at him expectantly.

"Brother Yi'er, now that I've fused the Golden Dragon King's first essence, would holding your hand help you a lot?"

Cheng Duoyi smiled. "It would."

"Really?" Tang Wuling's eyes widened with delight.

"However..."

"However what?"

"Nothing. Check your level first. Yesterday, I broke through from level fifteen to eighteen. I imagine you're close to reaching level twenty too."

Looking at the expectation in Tang Wuling's eyes, Cheng Duoyi ultimately didn't tell her that he didn't need to hold hands. The Golden Dragon King aura emanating from within Tang Wuling was enough to stabilize his vitality.

Now that the Seven-Colored Bloodline had appeared, the Dragon God Heart could sustain itself.

Tang Wuling was shocked. She hurriedly apologized, tears welling in her eyes. "Ah! Brother Yi'er, I'm sorry. I didn't know helping me would affect you so much. I... I..."

Tang Wuling knew that Cheng Duoyi hadn't been cultivating before. His level had risen naturally.

The higher Cheng Duoyi's level, the faster his vitality faded away.

Now that Tang Wuling saw him break through three levels in a row because he had helped her, how could she not feel guilty?

Cheng Duoyi patted Tang Wuling's head and spoke gently. "Relax, relax. Am I not perfectly fine right now? Your Golden Dragon King Bloodline is very strong now. Just staying by my side is enough to help me, so the changes brought by gaining levels won't affect me."

"Really? You're not lying to me..." Tang Wuling asked doubtfully.

Cheng Duoyi smiled. "Why would I lie to you? All right, I'm really fine."

"Mm-hm." Tang Wuling nodded firmly, then checked her level and looked astonished. "Brother Yi'er, I can fuse with a second Spirit Ring now. Should I do it here?"

Tang Wuling had thought she wouldn't reach level twenty in time for the upcoming Class Promotion Tournament. She hadn't expected to break through after absorbing the Golden Dragon King's first essence.

This gave her a huge boost of confidence for the upcoming Class Promotion Tournament.

"Sure. No one will disturb you here. Fuse with it here," Cheng Duoyi said.

Tang Wuling didn't hesitate. She sat cross-legged, and a little golden snake appeared on her shoulder. Cheng Duoyi noticed a golden scale-like pattern had appeared on Little Gold Snake's forehead.

"As expected of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline. It has such a huge influence on Soul Spirits too."

Cheng Duoyi thought of something and hurriedly looked into his Spirit Sea. He saw that the enormous Tyrant Dragon had changed a little too, but not much.

Perhaps that was because the Tyrant Dragon had already reached the Hundred Thousand Year level. It would take much more energy to make it stronger.

When the Tyrant Dragon saw Cheng Duoyi, it hurriedly knelt.

Cheng Duoyi said helplessly, "I told you there's no need to kneel. Get up, and tell me what you need to refine the bloodline within you and reach the True Dragon level."

"My lord, I need nothing. I only ask to stay in your Spirit Sea," the Tyrant Dragon replied quickly.

It didn't dare to ask for anything. It only hoped to keep staying in Cheng Duoyi's Spirit Sea. Who knew? In the future, it might even become a divine official or a Third-Level God.

Seeing this, Cheng Duoyi didn't say anything more. "All right. Go rest."

"Yes." The Tyrant Dragon lay down again.

Cheng Duoyi surveyed his Spirit Sea and noticed that a huge gate had appeared in front of the Dragon God's Wife at some point.

"Eh? When did this appear?"

Cheng Duoyi went to stand in front of the enormous gate. It was huge, about thirty meters tall, and very wide. Dragons were carved into it, making it look like a Dragon Gate.

He stepped up to it. Suddenly, images appeared one after another in his mind, and he froze in place.

The Dragon God's Wife opened her eyes and closed them again. No one noticed what she had done—not even the Tyrant Dragon.

Cheng Duoyi had entered a space. The sky was blood-red, and even what he saw with his own eyes was tinted red. The air was thick with the stench of blood and a strange wailing.

"Why is heaven so unjust!"

"Why must you treat me this way!"

A massive Nine-Colored Divine Dragon roared in the sky. Its body was incomparably huge, and each time it roared, it unleashed an attack of unimaginable power, devastating countless planets.

Besides the Nine-Colored Divine Dragon, there were seven other giant dragons, along with countless more, flying toward it at top speed, trying to stop its destruction.

Unfortunately, it was too fast. The other dragons couldn't catch up and could only watch helplessly as this universe was destroyed.

As the two fundamental powers of creation and destruction collided, the entire Divine Dragon Realm fell apart. Countless dragons perished beneath its attacks.

The images shifted again and again. Each time, countless planets were destroyed and countless dragons died. The Nine-Colored Divine Dragon had vanished long ago.

Cheng Duoyi raised a hand in confusion, only to realize that tears were streaming down his face.

His view was no longer confined to one place. He was looking down upon the Divine Dragon Realm as if from the heavens.

He could see that the land of countless planets across the entire Divine Dragon Realm had long since been soaked with dragon blood. Countless enormous dragon bones lay scattered and piled up, forming unbroken mountain ranges.

Some dragons had dug their claws deep into the rock, their faces filled with sorrow. Others curled themselves into a ball, shielding themselves from a fatal blow with their backs, their arms still protecting the long-cold bones of their young. He even saw a dragon a hundred meters long, kneeling on the ground as if praying to heaven.

Unfortunately... their prayers had no effect...

With the words, "If the Dragon God does not appear, beasts can never become gods," the images of the Divine Dragon Realm froze. Countless surviving dragons began rebuilding their homes, but even more had died in that battle and through the long years that followed...

"Are these images of what happened after the Dragon God held the God Star Ceremony back then?" Cheng Duoyi wondered.

Cheng Duoyi returned from his heavenly view of the Divine Dragon Realm to his normal perspective. He was still in the original space.

Just then, countless low, hoarse dragon roars filled with endless pain and confusion echoed through the world below.

They weren't the roars of living dragons. They were the whispers of lingering remnants of souls, left behind for who knew how long.

They were asking why their lord had done this.

They were asking what they had done wrong and why they had been treated this way.

They were asking whether their lord... had abandoned them.

They held no resentment. They had only one question, and they were waiting for their lord to answer...

At that moment, the Seven-Colored Bloodline within Cheng Duoyi began to revolve. The Dragon God Heart also released a gentle, seven-colored radiance that enveloped him completely.

Cheng Duoyi realized he had entered a special state. It was as though he saw countless dragons looking at him, their eyes filled with hope.

Cheng Duoyi was greatly shaken. He tried to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound no matter what. He was stunned.

"What's going on? Why can't I even speak!"

Although Cheng Duoyi didn't understand what was happening, when he looked at them, his expression was gentle.

Who said you could only express yourself with words?

Sometimes, an expression said more than anything!

Unfortunately, Cheng Duoyi was wrapped in seven-colored light, and no one could see his expression. Just like that Nine-Colored Divine Dragon countless years ago, no one knew whether it had been ashamed, furious, or at peace.

Just then, Cheng Duoyi heard a voice coming from every direction.

"The day the Dragon God returns is the day the Dragon Clan rises again."

As those words appeared, countless dragon remnants actually knelt in worship. Their target... was Cheng Duoyi!

The next second, Cheng Duoyi suddenly came back to his senses.

He was still standing in front of the giant gate in his Spirit Sea, as if everything that had just happened had been an illusion.

Cheng Duoyi looked at the giant gate with a complicated expression.

"Can it communicate with every Dragon Tomb?"

"In that case, I'll call you the Gate of Reincarnating Dragons..."