Level Eleven, Heading to Proud Arrival City

"Wh... what is happening?"

Leng Yaozhu widened her eyes, her face etched with shock.

How could this be!

This was the Indomitable Soul Tyrannosaurus!

It was so proud, so untamable.

Let alone kneeling, it had never even bowed its head when facing a Titled Douluo.

Yet now, it was actually kneeling before a mere six-year-old child!

Leng Yaozhu could hardly believe her eyes.

She rubbed them vigorously, confirming she hadn't seen wrong.

The Tyrannosaurus was indeed kneeling on the ground, its massive body trembling slightly.

Cheng Duoyi stepped out from behind Leng Yaozhu.

He looked at the kneeling Tyrannosaurus and could sense that it had been drawn in by the aura radiating from the Dragon God's Wife and Dragon God Heart within his body.

To a Tyrannosaurus possessing a trace of Golden Dragon King bloodline, the Dragon God and the Dragon God's Wife were its supreme deities.

The Tyrannosaurus raised its head, looking at Cheng Duoyi with those massive, clear eyes, its gaze filled with supplication.

It let out a low growl, the sound devoid of any ferocity, carrying instead a hint of fawning.

"You want to follow me?" Cheng Duoyi asked softly.

The Tyrannosaurus nodded repeatedly, rubbing its massive head against the ground as if acting like a spoiled pet.

Leng Yaozhu stood to the side, dumbfounded.

Was this really the legendary, incomparably ferocious Indomitable Soul Tyrannosaurus?

It was acting just like a docile puppy!

"Fine."

Cheng Duoyi nodded as he spoke.

The Tyrannosaurus's body suddenly began to glow.

A dense black light erupted from within it, then rapidly contracted.

Finally, its body transformed into a black orb of light the size of a fist, drifting slowly toward Cheng Duoyi.

"It... it's performing a sacrifice, completely volunteering to be Yi'er's first soul spirit!" Leng Yaozhu exclaimed in surprise.

The black orb of light drifted to Cheng Duoyi, gently touched his forehead, and then merged into his body.

Immediately following, a black soul ring rose from beneath Cheng Duoyi's feet, slowly rotating around him.

His Soul Power Level began to rise, breaking through to level 12!

Cheng Duoyi closed his eyes, sensing the changes within.

The Tyrannosaurus soul spirit had successfully fused with him.

Moreover, because of the Dragon God's aura, his Spirit Sea had already been birthed, granting him powerful mental strength; the fusion process had been entirely without rejection, proceeding perfectly.

Cheng Duoyi opened his eyes, looked at Leng Yaozhu, and revealed a happy smile: "Godmother, this soul spirit is so powerful."

Leng Yaozhu looked at the black soul ring at his feet, then back at him, the shock on her face unable to subside for a long time.

After a long while, she finally regained her composure.

She walked over to Cheng Duoyi, carefully examined his body, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming he was perfectly fine.

"This is truly incredible," she muttered to herself. "Even a level 90 Titled Douluo couldn't make a Tyrannosaurus willingly become a soul spirit. It actually took the initiative to sacrifice itself to become your first soul spirit."

She looked at Cheng Duoyi, her eyes filled with confusion and curiosity: "Yi'er, what exactly is your martial soul? I initially thought it was a Rainbow Dragon, but later deduced that wasn't it at all. To make a Tyrannosaurus submit, the bloodline within you must be a top-tier True Dragon bloodline!"

Cheng Duoyi lowered his head and whispered: "I don't know either."

Leng Yaozhu didn't press further. She stroked Cheng Duoyi's head, a look of relief on her face: "No matter what it is, as long as you're safe, that's all that matters. With the Tyrannosaurus soul spirit, your safety is somewhat guaranteed. It's just that you cannot cultivate, otherwise, your life force will drain away even faster."

Although Cheng Duoyi's martial soul was strange.

This was undoubtedly a good thing for him.

The Tyrannosaurus was a top-tier soul spirit, and now it was Cheng Duoyi's.

She believed that if he encountered danger, it could hold it off for a while.

Of course, that was a special circumstance, and Leng Yaozhu believed such a situation wouldn't arise.

The two wandered around for another hour.

"Alright, it's time for us to go back." Leng Yaozhu took Cheng Duoyi's small hand: "Your body still hasn't recovered; you shouldn't stay here too long."

"Okay." Cheng Duoyi nodded, following Leng Yaozhu obediently.

Leng Yaozhu lifted Cheng Duoyi out of the metal pod, her previously gentle gaze instantly returning to its usual coldness.

She swept a glance at the stunned spirit masters: "Everything that happened in the Spirit Ascension Platform today is not to be spread. It is to be sealed immediately; no one is to view it except for me. If I hear even half a word of this in the outside world, you will bear the consequences."

All the Spirit Masters shivered, nodding their heads like garlic cloves pounding a mortar.

They knew the methods of this Spirit Pagoda Vice Tower Master all too well; they dared not speak a word of nonsense and could only bury the day's events deep in their hearts.

Leng Yaozhu held Cheng Duoyi and walked away with quick strides.

Back in the medical wing of the Spirit Pagoda, no sooner had Leng Yaozhu placed Cheng Duoyi on the bed than the soul communicator on her wrist began to ring.

She glanced at the display, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Yi'er, Godmother has an urgent matter to attend to. Would it be alright if Sister Xue'er came to keep you company?" Leng Yaozhu stroked Cheng Duoyi's head and said in a soft voice.

Cheng Duoyi opened his eyes, looked at her, and nodded gently.

"Mm, go ahead, Godmother. I will be good and listen."

Leng Yaozhu kissed his forehead with a heart full of tenderness, then contacted Leng Xue'er through the soul communicator, giving her a thousand instructions to watch over Cheng Duoyi and ensure no accidents befell him.

In less than ten minutes, Leng Xue'er arrived.

She was dressed in an ice-blue combat suit, her long ice-blue hair tied high behind her head, revealing a smooth, fair forehead.

There was no expression on her face, and her eyes were cold, as if she kept everyone at a distance of a thousand miles.

But when she saw Cheng Duoyi on the bed, her gaze melted instantly, becoming incomparably gentle.

"Yi'er, is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable right now?"

Leng Xue'er walked to the bedside, reached out to gently touch Cheng Duoyi's forehead, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming he had no fever.

"Sister Xue'er, I'm fine." Cheng Duoyi smiled. "I want to go see Proud Arrival City. Can you take me there?"

Leng Xue'er agreed without a second thought. "Alright, Sister Xue'er will take you. But you must promise Sister that you won't run around and that you will hold my hand the entire time, understand?"

"Mm!" Cheng Duoyi nodded vigorously, a happy smile appearing on his face.

Leng Xue'er draped a thick white coat over Cheng Duoyi, then carefully picked him up and walked out of the Spirit Pagoda.

The two took a soul train and arrived in Proud Arrival City in less than half an hour.

Proud Arrival City was a small coastal town under the jurisdiction of East Sea City, with fresh air and a gentle sea breeze.

Cheng Duoyi wore his white coat, his face somewhat pale, and he coughed from time to time as he walked along the road; clearly, his body was still quite weak.

Leng Xue'er kept his hand tightly in hers, terrified that he might fall.

"Yi'er, are you tired? Let Sister carry you." Leng Xue'er looked at his slightly flushed cheeks and said with a heart full of pity.

"No need, Sister Xue'er, I can walk myself." Cheng Duoyi shook his head and said stubbornly.