God Calamity Emerges! The Dragon God Retreats!

Xiao Bai floated beside Bai Yuan, its vertical pupils sweeping over the white bones filling the valley, and let out a sigh that was hard to decipher.

"To be able to lead so many dragons..."

"Their leader must be a great being."

Bai Yuan didn't stop walking; the sole of his boot crushed a thin rib with a crisp snapping sound.

"Great?"

He glanced at Xiao Bai, a hint of something indescribable flickering in his golden eyes.

"He's a complete idiot."

Xiao Bai was taken aback. "... Huh?"

"Most of the dragons here were killed by their 'Dragon God'."

Bai Yuan's voice was neither loud nor soft, as if stating a fact that had already been settled.

"Including those outside who were sealed away, banished, or deprived of their divine status... all thanks to him."

Xiao Bai opened its mouth, then closed it again.

He had been by Bai Yuan's side for so long, and he had rarely seen Bai Yuan speak in this tone.

It wasn't anger, nor sarcasm, but a kind of "too lazy to waste any more words" kind of disgust.

Speaking of its foolish actions...

"He wiped out the pure-blooded dragon race."

Bai Yuan continued walking forward.

"Or should we set another rule so that other Soul Beast can never become gods?"

"After finishing those two tasks, he simply packed his bags and went to war with the Divine Realm, leaving the entire dragon race to clean up his mess."

Xiao Bai fell silent.

Bai Yuan stopped and stood before a huge dragon head skeleton.

The skull was enormous, its empty eye sockets facing the sky as if questioning something that would never be answered.

"How tragic it would be if these dragons knew what kind of thing they were following..."

The wind passed through the eye sockets of the skull, emitting a low whimper.

Xiao Bai floated to Bai Yuan's shoulder, her voice lowered:

"So what do you think...?"

"I hate stupidity," Bai Yuan interrupted Xiao Bai.

This kind of thing is annoying to even think about.

The Dragon God is practically sitting at the same table as Elder Xuan.

He paused, as if considering his words, and then added:

"No. He's not worthy."

"Although that old man Elder Xuan is a swindler, he is wholeheartedly loyal to Shrek."

Where is the Dragon God?

"If he had even half a moment's sense of responsibility towards the dragon race, the entire clan wouldn't have fallen to its current state."

Bai Yuan didn't continue.

He reached out and gently traced the wind-eroded lines along the edge of the skull with his fingertips.

Let's keep going.

He withdrew his hand and continued walking forward.

"The road ahead is still long."

Xiao Bai stared at Bai Yuan's retreating figure for two seconds, then followed him.

The figure gradually disappeared into the gray mist.

Behind me were the silent dragon bones and the sound of wind piercing through my skull.

After walking for an unknown amount of time inside Dragon Valley, the rubble underfoot was gradually replaced by giant skeletons.

The dragon aura permeating the air grew stronger, no longer just scattered remains.

Bai Yuan stopped in front of a massive skeleton.

It has no dragon wings, but its body is incredibly robust, with its four legs supporting the ground like Sky-Prop reaching to the sky.

Each rib is tens of meters long, and the spine extends into the depths of the fog, with no end in sight.

Even after turning into bones, the invisible oppressive feeling still weighed heavily on people's shoulders, as if this giant beast might rise again from the ashes at any moment.

"Mountain Dragon King"

Bai Yuan looked up at the mountain of bones.

"The Mountain Dragon will surely become king."

Xiao Bai traveled through the hollow cavity of the skeleton and returned to Bai Yuan's side, her tone filled with emotion.

"The mere glimpse of power displayed by that young man named Long Yue was already earth-shattering."

"As expected, this is something that the humans here cannot control."

Bai Yuan didn't reply, but instead glanced at the Mountain Dragon King's skull.

A trace of its power once flowed into Long Yue's body, which the proud young man regarded as his lifelong honor.

But that amount of power is probably less than one ten-thousandth of the Mountain Dragon King's own strength.

Only when you stand before its remains will you understand that Long Yue controls are merely fragments.

Bai Yuan withdrew his gaze and walked around the massive remains of the Mountain Dragon King.

Behind them, a massive crater with a diameter exceeding ten thousand meters suddenly came into view.

That wasn't just a "crater" anymore; it was more like a meteorite that had crashed through the entire ground.

It is bottomless.

In the very center of the pit, a huge ball of nine-colored light and shadow slowly surged.

As the light and shadow shifted, the space itself seemed to tremble slightly.

The energy fluctuations emanating from it were so ancient that they instinctively made one want to kneel in worship.

We've arrived.

Bai Yuan stood at the edge of the deep pit, looking down at the nine-colored mist.

"The Dragon God Core should be right below here."

Before he could finish speaking...

A vast and powerful will suddenly rose from the bottom of the pit.

The question, penetrating directly into the depths of his soul, carrying the weight accumulated over countless years by the entire Dragon Valley, pressed down upon Bai Yuan:

Who is it?

The world changed color.

The air around the pit froze instantly, even the mist stopped moving.

That will, carrying an oppressive force comparable to the might of heaven, transformed into a tangible torrent and poured towards Bai Yuan.

Nine-colored light burst forth, like an invisible giant hand slamming down from the sky.

The invaders must be crushed to their knees, body and soul, upon these sacred ruins.

Bai Yuan did not flash.

He raised his eyes.

Dark golden patterns surged from his limbs and bones, converging on his back to form an outline never before seen in the history of the Douluo Continent.

God Calamity Wings.

The moment the wings unfolded, all the light in the Dragon Valley dimmed.

There is no dragon's might.

There is no divine power.

That's something more fundamental, more absolute.

It's as if, when the universe was still in chaos, the first flame to ignite was looking directly at its creation.

The nine-colored giant hand collided with the dark golden winged shadow.

There was no roar, no explosion, at the moment of collision.

There is only a quiet, undeniable sense of crushing.

The nine-colored light seemed to touch its own ceiling, being suppressed inch by inch by the will emanating from those wings.

They shrank back into the deep pit, back into the depths of the mist, shrinking to half, a third, or a fifth of their original size.

That willpower faded.

It doesn't dissipate, but rather...

They were so pressed down that they dared not lift their heads.

The pit fell silent again, the nine-colored mist receded slightly, and the light no longer spilled outwards.

Bai Yuan stood still, the God Calamity Wings slowly retracting behind him, turning into dark golden dust that dissipated into the air.

His golden eyes gazed down at the now much quieter cluster of nine-colored light.

"... Now, can we talk properly?"

Come in.

A soft thud.

Bai Yuan stepped through the last wisp of nine-colored light mist, and his vision suddenly opened up.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then stopped in his tracks.

A colossal dragon soul coiled at the very bottom of the pit, its body shimmering with nine-colored light, its scales arranged irregularly.

Countless gems of different colors spontaneously assembled in the darkness, each exhaling its own unique hue.

As the light flickered on and off, the air at the bottom of the pit seemed to breathe.

It was twice the size of the Mountain Dragon King.

Bai Yuan stood before it, as insignificant as a speck of dust crashing into a city wall.

But he did not back down.

They didn't look away.

It was a sense of presence that defied description.

It's not oppression, it's not intimidation, but something more fundamental.

It is here, so everything should know that it is here. Sacred, majestic, ancient—each word can only describe one aspect of it.

This is the Dragon God.

The Douluo series, with its countless interwoven storylines, ultimately leads to that one name that all the top talents must look up to.

"..."

The Nine-Colored Dragon Soul lowered one of its giant eyes, its gaze falling on Bai Yuan.

The reflection in that eye was not the silhouette of a person, but countless layers of light and shadow.

It's like seeing through Bai Yuan's past, present, and countless possible futures at the same time.

Then.

The Dragon God spoke.

The sound was deep, like two continents slowly rubbing against each other deep within, yet it also resonated with a strange, ethereal quality.

"... There's a strange aura about you."

I can't see through it.

Bai Yuan met the gaze of the nine-colored vertical pupil without looking away.

"I can help your Soul Beast revive."

"Slay your way through the Divine Realm!"