Xiao Bai's Killing Intent! The Dragon God's Absurd Deeds!

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

"Oh?"

"Interesting."

Do you know where this is?

"Know."

"Then you should know that too."

The Dragon God paused for a moment.

"What does it mean to be here?"

Bai Yuan paused for a moment, then slightly raised his chin.

"Know."

"I didn't come in empty-handed."

The light from the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul flickered.

The air remained silent for a long time.

Then the Dragon God's voice rang out again, a few degrees softer than before:

"I haven't seen anyone dare to speak like that in a long time."

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of Bai Yuan's mouth.

He took a step forward, leaving a clear footprint on the sole of his boot amidst the colorful dust.

"So, can we talk now?"

The Nine-Colored Dragon Soul was coiled high up, its huge head slightly lowered, like a mountain tilting towards the ground.

"... What are we talking about?"

Bai Yuan looked into those eyes that reflected countless light and shadow, and uttered those words:

"Tell me something you've never been able to do."

Deep within Dragon Valley, the wind paused for a moment.

Then the nine-colored light surged, then slowly receded.

The Dragon God watched him silently.

In those eyes, a genuine scrutiny began to emerge.

A moment later, the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul slowly retracted its head, and its voice rang out again, but it was a few degrees fainter than before.

"They have their own destiny. I won't interfere."

Bai Yuan remained silent.

"Outsider"

The Dragon God's vertical pupils refocused on him, his tone devoid of emotion.

"The power within you is immense, but you are not the one I've been waiting for."

It paused, and the nine-colored light trembled slightly.

An ancient permission rose from the depths of the pit, transforming into a faint stream of light that drifted towards Bai Yuan.

"You can have the things."

"Take what you need and leave quickly."

The stream of light stopped in front of Bai Yuan.

If we simply reach out and grasp it, then the biggest goal of this trip will have been achieved.

The Dragon God did not obstruct, make things difficult, or even set any traps.

But Bai Yuan didn't reach out.

He stood there, sizing up the Dragon God.

From top to bottom, from scales to vertical pupils, from a massive body to those empty eyes that reflected countless light and shadow.

"So, you really don't care about your people anymore?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The floating stream of light still hovered in front of Bai Yuan, but the Dragon God's aura underwent a subtle change.

The Dragon God remained silent for a long time.

Then he continued to look at the Dragon God, his golden eyes calm, as if waiting for an answer.

Even if that answer may never come.

"..."

The Dragon God's voice finally rang out again, much softer than before:

Why are you asking this?

"Curious."

Bai Yuan spoke frankly.

"The valley outside is teeming with your people."

"The valley was covered with bones, too many to count."

"And you said, 'They have their own destiny.'"

He tilted his head slightly.

"So I want to know, what were you thinking when you said that?"

The Dragon God's vertical pupils contracted slightly.

But ultimately...

"... Grab your things and let's go."

The Dragon God's voice regained its emotionless, deep tone, but with a slightly more subtle pause than before.

"Those things are none of your business."

Bai Yuan stared at it for a long time.

Then he reached out and grasped the stream of light.

The light flowed down his arm and into his body, and some ancient power settled in his blood.

But Bai Yuan didn't rush to check the harvest. Instead, he withdrew his hand and glanced at the Dragon God.

"I don't think you're worthy of the Dragon God's position at all."

"You said that when you went berserk, you killed your six subordinate Dragon King and slaughtered most of your own clan."

The Dragon God's light paused slightly.

"He personally destroyed the dragon race, and after regaining his senses, out of remorse, he willingly allowed himself to be split in two by the Asura God."

"Leaving behind such a mess, and now you say they have their own destiny?"

"That's an exaggeration."

Bai Yuan's tone was flat, as if he were reciting a passage from a yellowed history book.

"The point is, so be it if you die."

"And they even harm people?"

He paused.

"They also established the rule that 'no Soul Beast may become a god before the Dragon God returns.'"

"Have you ever thought about how many paths this rule has blocked for countless Soul Beasts?"

After saying that last sentence, Bai Yuan didn't speak again.

He stood there, calmly watching the Dragon God, waiting for a response.

It was quiet for a long time.

The surroundings were eerily silent.

Xiao Bai watched from the side, his eyes filled with disdain. He hated people who used other people's lives as a price to pay.

What destiny?

These are all false claims.

A murderous intent flashed within him instantly.

If he were to regain his strength now, he would surely slay the dragon before him.

The Dragon God's nine-colored light still flickered, and its enormous head drooped slightly.

But in those vertical pupils, every word Bai Yuan had just uttered had taken root.

The Dragon God did not refute.

There was no explanation.

He didn't even get angry.

It's playing dead.

Pretend you didn't hear those words, pretend those things never happened, pretend you're still the high and mighty Dragon God, looking down on all living beings, detached from worldly affairs.

Bai Yuan looked at its appearance and suddenly found it quite ridiculous.

"Do you know what kind of expression Gu Yuena would have if she heard this?"

He tilted his head, as if talking to himself, or perhaps to the Dragon God.

"The Soul Beast Clan has waited tens of thousands of years, hoping for the return of the Dragon God, hoping that one day they can break free of their shackles and stand under the sunlight once more."

"And what happened? The locks were in the hands of their own gods."

"Their own race was destroyed by their own gods."

"Then what are they?"

Bai Yuan's voice finally turned slightly cold.

"What does the faith and perseverance of the Soul Beast Clan over tens of thousands of years mean?"

"Is it a complete, self-amusing joke?"

The Dragon God remained silent.

The nine-colored light was even dimmer than before, as if it was actively trying to reduce its presence.

Bai Yuan looked at it and suddenly smiled.

It was very light, without any mockery, more like a helpless sigh.

"I really want to take a picture of you looking like this and show it to Di Tian."

"Look at what he served, waited for, and Douluo I —what exactly was it?"

Only the faint, intermittent sound of the nine-colored light remained in the air, like the flickering of breath.

The Dragon God remained silent.

"I'll find someone to collect those dragon bones."

He turned his head, his profile illuminated by the nine-colored light, and spoke in a voice that was neither loud nor soft:

"If you don't care, someone else will."

Then he stepped into the nine-colored mist and never looked back.

The pit returned to silence.

The Dragon God dwells alone in the deepest part, its nine-colored light Youyou faintly.

For the first time, those vertical pupils lowered, landing on his empty palm.

There was nothing there.

It disappeared tens of thousands of years ago.

What it let go of with its own hands can never be retrieved.

You can't defeat them.

It shook its head, realizing its decision was wrong.

It caused the deaths of so many dragons.

"Constantly giving in will only put you in a passive position."

But now I can't do anything.