Di Tian's Delusion

Dragons!

So many dragons!

Di Tian's state at that moment was exactly the same as Gu Yue's when she had first arrived at the Doulong Technology building. It was like a cat falling into a trap filled with catnip! His golden eyes widened, the figures of those staff members reflected in his pupils.

There were men and women among them, young and old. Some were tall and broad, some slender, some handsome, some delicately featured. They wore neat uniforms; some held files, some carried teacups, and some spoke quietly among themselves. They looked no different from ordinary people.

Yet in Di Tian's senses, the dragon aura on their bodies stood out like torches in the night.

The staff here generally possessed strength no weaker than that of Soul Kings or Soul Emperors. Dozens of dragon powerhouses at the Soul King and Soul Emperor levels would have been top-tier combat power in any faction on the Douluo Plane.

But at Doulong Technology, they were merely ordinary employees doing ordinary work.

Di Tian's heartbeat quickened.

His dragon bloodline boiled, and his golden eyes shone.

His life had truly been a series of rises and falls—mostly falls—so tumultuous it beggared belief.

He had clearly been born in the era when the Dragon Clan flourished, when they were still the strongest race on the Douluo Plane and even in the God Realm. The Dragon God and the Nine Great Dragon Kings shook the world with their might, and all races submitted to them.

Then the Dragon God and the Nine Great Dragon Kings had gone out to seek a way forward. By the time they returned, civil strife had erupted within the Dragon Clan, and the human gods seized the chance to launch an all-out assault.

Before Di Tian could organize resistance or even