There Is Still Hope, Soul Consciousness!

Leaving behind those hate-filled harsh words, the Silver Dragon King wearily closed her eyes and fell asleep once more.

Yang Jian, who was wholeheartedly absorbing Di Tian's Soul Ring, had no idea that the Silver Dragon King now bore a grudge against him.

Even if he had known, he would not have cared.

After all, the Silver Dragon King had begun healing her injuries back in the era of Douluo I, and only by the era of Douluo III had she barely been able to walk outside.

A span of thirty thousand years was enough for Yang Jian to become a god countless times over.

What was more, while Yang Jian repaid kindness with gratitude, he also repaid every grievance in full.

He remembered Asura God's kindness, and the Silver Dragon King's killing intent was still fresh in his mind.

When Yang Jian became strong enough, it was hard to say who would be seeking revenge against whom.

An entire night passed. The crimson-gold Soul Ring that had originally floated above Yang Jian's head had descended beneath him, slowly revolving along with his steady breathing.

Within it, the Soul Rings Yang Jian had previously detonated emerged one by one. However, they appeared dim and had not fully shaken off the effects of Ring Detonation.

At a certain moment, Yang Jian's robes and his long black hair suddenly began to flutter despite the lack of wind.

Red, yellow, green... energy of every color gathered and swirled, instantly forming a ten-meter-wide energy vortex that poured into Yang Jian's body like a funnel.

The instant the final wisp of energy entered Yang Jian's body—

His fluttering robes and hair froze instantly.

A full ten breaths later, a crisp crack rang out.

It sounded like glass shattering.

A vast aura erupted explosively from Yang