Di Tian Awakens, Yu Yuanzhen Scared Away!

Yu Yuanzhen's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He felt his martial soul trembling—it was the instinctive terror of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon when faced with an existence of a higher order!

"What kind of soul beast is this..." His voice trembled, and his feet retreated involuntarily.

That aura was too terrifying; he had no doubt that if he took one more step forward, he would surely die.

What exactly was in the Star Dou Forest Core Area?

"Yu Tianlong... you're a dead man."

He cast one last glance toward the direction of the Core Area, a flash of unwillingness and wariness crossing his eyes, before turning around. He grabbed the equally pale Yu Xiaogang and fled toward the edge of the forest without looking back.

He concluded that in Yu Tianlong's exhausted state, he would absolutely not survive the night in a place like this.

There was no need to take such a risk.

Yu Xiaogang also cast a deep look in that direction, clutching his Luo Sanpao.

The corner of his Luo Sanpao's mouth still held a trace of blood from when it had bitten Little Gold.

It licked it greedily!

Its eyes were noticeably brighter, though Yu Xiaogang did not notice.

"You'd rather die than let me devour you?... Damn it."

Yu Xiaogang's face was dark and gloomy.

Deep within the Core Area, Yu Tianlong had completely lost consciousness.

He lay on the cold ground, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, staining the soil beneath him red. His aura was so faint it was almost imperceptible; his life force was like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Little Gold and Little Silver guarded his side, using their last remaining strength to emit mournful whimpers.

Little Gold nudged Yu Tianlong's body with its head, trying to wake him, but Yu Tianlong showed no reaction.

Little Silver lay on his chest, listening to his increasingly weak heartbeat, a crystal-clear tear flowing from its glazed eyes.

"Luo..." Little Silver's voice was filled with endless sorrow and despair.

Just then, several figures appeared silently in the surrounding darkness.

They appeared human, both men and women, but every one of them possessed an unfathomable aura, as if they were one with the entire forest.

Their gazes fell upon the unconscious Yu Tianlong, filled with astonishment and confusion.

Leading them was a tall, dignified middle-aged man dressed in black robes. His eyes were a deep, profound gold, as if they contained the stars themselves.

He walked to Yu Tianlong's side, looked down at him, and frowned slightly.

"That aura just now awakened us from our slumber..."

"Di Tian... how could this child possess the aura of the Sovereign?"

A beautiful woman in green robes asked softly, her voice like a flowing spring, yet laced with undisguised shock.

The black-robed man known as "Di Tian" did not answer immediately. He crouched down and extended a finger, gently tapping the center of Yu Tianlong's brow.

A moment later, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Gold and Silver Dragons... devouring heaven and earth... so that's it." He stood up, looking at the unconscious youth on the ground with a complex expression. "This child must have a connection to those two lords..."

"What?!" The surrounding figures all changed color.

"Then what should we do?" the woman in white asked, her voice tinged with nervousness. "The Sovereign has been asleep for so many years, could it be..."

"Take him back first." Di Tian interrupted her speculation, his tone calm yet unquestionable. "He is severely injured; if he isn't treated, he won't survive. As for the rest... we will wait until he wakes up."

He waved his hand, and a gentle black light enveloped Yu Tianlong, Little Gold, and Little Silver.

The figures vanished into the darkness like ghosts, as if they had never appeared at all.

Only the pool of blood on the ground remained as proof that a life-and-death escape had once taken place here.

The night wind of the Star Dou Forest continued to blow, but that murderous aura had quietly dissipated.

Warmth.

This was the first sensation Yu Tianlong felt upon regaining consciousness.

It was not the scorching heat of the sun, nor the burning of flames, but a gentle, all-encompassing warmth, as if he were submerged in amniotic fluid.

This warmth permeated his limbs and bones, nourishing his dried-up meridians and damaged internal organs, making him feel as if he were at the very source of life.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What greeted his vision was a sky as blue as if it had been washed. No, it was not the sky; it was a lake, clear to the bottom, glowing with a faint blue fluorescence.

He was floating in this lake, his body wrapped in warm currents, swaying gently with the ripples.

He sat up and discovered he was soaking in the center of a lake about ten zhang in diameter.

The water was a dreamlike blue-green, with tiny specks of light floating within it, flickering like fireflies and emitting a life force so rich it was suffocating.

On the shore of the lake grew an impossibly massive ancient tree. Its trunk was so thick it would take a hundred people to encircle it, and its canopy blotted out the sky. Countless hanging branches were covered in emerald leaves, each one radiating a soft green light that shimmered in harmony with the specks of light in the lake.

"Where... is this?"

Yu Tianlong looked around in a daze. He remembered clearly that he had lost consciousness in the Star Dou Forest Core Area, his Soul Power exhausted and his life hanging by a thread; he had assumed death was certain.

Yet, he never expected to wake up in a place that resembled a fairyland.

What about Yu Yuanzhen?

Yu Tianlong had originally thought he was doomed, after all, the opponent was a Title Douluo.

He looked down at himself—the wounds on his body had completely healed, his skin glowing with a healthy, rosy luster. The Soul Power within him had not only recovered to its original state but felt even more solid and abundant than before.

The meridians that had been damaged by excessive overexertion were also repaired by a gentle force, restored to perfection and rendered even tougher and wider than they had been previously.

"I didn't die..." he muttered, his tone filled with incredulous relief.

"Of course you didn't die." A deep, majestic voice came from behind him. "With us here, it isn't so easy for you to die."

Yu Tianlong spun around abruptly.

Five figures stood on the lakeshore, though he hadn't noticed when they arrived.

Three men and two women.

Leading them was a tall, middle-aged man dressed in a black robe. His face was stern, and his eyes were a deep, profound gold, as if they contained the stars and the passage of time.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and merely standing there gave off an unshakable, mountain-like sense of oppression.

To his left stood an exceptionally burly man with a broad back and thick waist, his arms hanging past his knees. His skin was a bronze color, and a scar ran horizontally across the bridge of his nose.

It made him look particularly fierce. He was currently eyeing Yu Tianlong with a scrutinizing gaze, his eyes filled with undisguised curiosity and inquiry.