The True History of the Dragon Fighting World

Besides the Four Great God King Dragons, the Twelve Star Dragons were precisely one of the reasons he had found it so difficult to clear the Dragon Fighting World.

Although the Twelve Star Dragons had had their consciousness corrupted by the Black Death Dragon and become minions of darkness, every time they defeated him and he got game over, the pain of death and the mental exhaustion had been all too real!

Zhong Shenxiu instinctively assumed a fighting stance. Soul Power circulated within him, and his Light Dragon Martial Soul was ready to emerge. But then he realized—he could not use his Martial Soul here.

No, more precisely, this was not real space. His body was merely a Projection of his awareness; his Martial Soul did not exist here at all.

Moreover, those statues were just statues.

There were no Soul Power fluctuations, no signs of life, no indication that they were about to come alive and attack him.

They stood silently amid the starry sky, like truly lifeless objects.

Zhong Shenxiu slowly relaxed his taut body and warily surveyed his surroundings.

This space was quiet, with only starlight flowing soundlessly. He tentatively "walked" forward a step—in this space without ground, movement relied entirely on thought. He drifted toward the nearest eastern statue, the East Sun King Dragon.

The closer he got, the more he could feel the statue's grandeur.

Its hundred-meter-tall body, every scale carved in exquisite detail, the intricate and ancient patterns on that golden spear. Floating before it, Zhong Shenxiu was as tiny as an ant.

"What exactly is this..." He reached out, wanting to touch the statue.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the golden scales, a sudden change occurred.

The entire starry space began to tremble.

It was not a violent shaking, but a deep, slow pulse, as though it had come from the depths of the universe.

All the stars lit up at once. Their radiance converged and formed an enormous ball of light at the center of the four God King Dragon statues.

The ball of light was initially only the size of a fist, but it rapidly expanded, soon becoming even larger than the God King Dragon statues.

Zhong Shenxiu was pushed away by a gentle yet irresistible force, retreating to the edge of the space. He widened his eyes at the ball of light—it resembled a living heart, beating rhythmically, each beat sending ripples outward in rings.

Then, the ball of light flew toward him.

It was not fast, but it carried an unquestionable will.

Zhong Shenxiu wanted to evade it, but discovered that he could not move.

He was not restrained. Rather, he had been "locked onto" by an existence of a higher level, like the instinctive rigidity of a lower creature when faced with a higher one.

The ball of light arrived before him, shrank to the height of a person, and then—poured into his brow.

"Ugh—ah—"

A massive torrent of information surged into Zhong Shenxiu's mind like floodwaters breaking through a dam. It was neither language nor writing, but images, knowledge, and memories directly branded into the depths of his awareness.

He saw it.

He saw what the Dragon Fighting World had originally looked like—a vibrant plane where the dragon race flourished.

The Four Great God King Dragons ruled the four directions, while the Twelve Star Dragons guarded every region. Countless dragons soared through the skies, ran across the land, and roamed the oceans.

It had been a complete, prosperous world brimming with power.

Then, darkness came.

It had not invaded from outside, but spawned from within the world itself.

Negative emotions, resentment, greed, despair... these "impurities," which should have been naturally digested by the plane, somehow began to gather and condense, eventually developing self-awareness.

That was the Black Death Dragon—a twisted existence formed from the condensed dark side of the plane.

The Black Death Dragon hungered to devour all light and drag the entire world into eternal darkness. It began corrupting the minds of dragons, turning powerful members of the dragon race into minions of darkness.

The first to fall were the Twelve Star Dragons—as powerful beings second only to the God King Dragons, their corruption caused the tide of war to turn sharply.

The Four Great God King Dragons led the remaining dragon race in fierce resistance.

The war lasted for an unknown number of years. The skies were torn apart, the earth shattered, and the oceans evaporated.

Dragons fell one after another in battle, while cities after cities were reduced to ruins.

By the time the final battle arrived, the Dragon Fighting World was already on the verge of collapse.

The Four Great God King Dragons burned their lives to seal the Black Death Dragon within the world's core.

But the cost was devastating—the seal exhausted the plane's last remaining vitality, and the world began to crumble.

At the very moment before total destruction, the plane's awareness—the ball of light Zhong Shenxiu had just absorbed—made one final effort. It stripped away the Dragon Fighting World's core laws and part of its origin, forming a demiplane seed. It then sealed within it the remnant souls of the Four Great God King Dragons and Twelve Star Dragons, sending it into the endless turbulent currents of space-time.

And in order to give this demiplane a chance to recover in the future, the plane's awareness designed a selection mechanism: it would cast its Projections into various planes capable of producing powerful life, simulating the Dragon Fighting World's final war within the dreams of qualified individuals. Only those who could persist in fighting within the dream and ultimately defeat the Black Death Dragon Projection would qualify to become inheritors.

"So... that wasn't a nightmare."

Zhong Shenxiu murmured as his awareness gradually absorbed the information. "It was a trial."

The slaughter every night for nine years, every death, every time he stood back up... all of it had been part of the trial.

The plane's awareness had selected among countless lives across countless planes, and he, Zhong Shenxiu, was the only one who had persevered for nine years and ultimately passed the trial.

The torrent of information continued to pour in.

There was information about the demiplane: this demiplane called the "Dragon Origin Realm" was currently dormant, only as large as a small city. Yet it retained the Dragon Fighting World's most fundamental laws—the laws of dragon evolution, elemental control, and planar growth.

As long as enough energy and understanding of laws were injected into it, it could continue expanding and might eventually recover into a complete plane.

There was also information about Zhong Shenxiu's own changes: that ball of light had been the plane consciousness's final essence of energy. It had transformed Zhong Shenxiu's body and soul, making him the new master of the Dragon Origin Realm and, at the same time, the inheritor of the Fighting Dragon Clan.

His original Martial Soul—the Light Dragon—had been completely reforged. It was no longer an ordinary Light Dragon-type Martial Soul from the Douluo Continent, but had incorporated the embryonic bloodline of the Dragon Fighting World's ultimate God King Dragon, the Myriad Creation Dragon God.

The Myriad Creation Dragon God ruled the four great elements, commanded the laws of the stars, and stood above all dragon races as a supreme existence.

In the history of the Dragon Fighting World, no dragon had ever truly reached that realm. It had merely been a theoretical ultimate form. Yet now, Zhong Shenxiu's Martial Soul possessed the potential to evolve to that level.

The torrent of information also contained a foundational dragon cultivation method—not the Soul Power system of the Douluo Continent, but the Dragon Fighting World's unique Dragon Source Cultivation Method.

By absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, one could condense a Dragon Origin Core within the body, awaken one's bloodline step by step, and ultimately transform into a true divine dragon.

At the same time, as Zhong Shenxiu continued to grow stronger, he would be able to continually awaken the Doulong who had been saved and sealed away by the plane's awareness during the final battle.

This included his "old friends": the Twelve Star Dragons, and even the Four Great God King Dragons!

They were currently in a state of deep sealing, with only their remnant souls preserved.

Awakening them required two conditions: first, Zhong Shenxiu's own strength had to reach the corresponding level; second, he had to provide enough energy to reconstruct their bodies. Once awakened, they would become Zhong Shenxiu's most loyal companions and his greatest source of aid.