In the dim space at the bottom of the lake, time slowly slipped away unnoticed.
By the time Tang San had completely digested and absorbed the incomparably vast origin of the Silver Dragon King's soul ring, who knew how many days and nights had passed outside.
Tang San slowly opened his eyes, feeling only an outrageously immense power surging through his body.
As he condensed the Golden Dragon King's supremely rigid, supremely yang Blood Essence Soul Rings one after another, his Soul Power smashed through every barrier like rotten wood, crossing the limits of mortals in one stroke and steadily settling at the pinnacle this world of Douluo Continent could contain.
Level ninety-nine, the quasi-god realm!
At the very moment his realm fully stabilized, Tang San's divine soul trembled slightly.
He sank his consciousness into his sea of spirit and said to Jiang Li, who was seated within it, "Father, I seem to sense a faint yet irresistible ripple calling to me from somewhere beyond."
Jiang Li unhurriedly opened his eyes, his tone carrying the calm assurance that everything was under control. "Little San, if I'm not mistaken, that special space calling you should be the legendary Dragon Valley."
"You must understand that no matter how the planes of the universe evolve, the Dragon God has always been unique.
"Thus, different parallel worlds may give birth to different Golden Dragon Kings and Silver Dragon Kings, but the true Dragon God has always been the one and only.
"Since the remnant soul he left behind in Dragon Valley has sent for you, simply go and accept the inheritance."
Jiang Li's words carried absolute dominance.
"Go without worry. Your father has your back.
"If that old bastard Dragon God's remnant soul dares entertain any crooked thoughts of possessing your body, I will