Beyond the Cloud Wall [Seeking Follow-up Reads!!]

On the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda, Long Yuan watched the frantic Lu Fengnian and suddenly asked, "Tower Master Lu, do you think a typhoon would stay in the same place for seven whole days?"

"A typhoon?" Lu Fengnian was already overwhelmed by the aftermath—comforting the casualties, handling reconstruction, communicating with the City Hall, and answering inquiries from the Spirit Pagoda headquarters. A mountain of burdens rested on his shoulders.

Hearing Long Yuan's question so abruptly, Lu Fengnian didn't react immediately.

"That's right, a typhoon." Long Yuan walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the colossal shadow in the distance that connected the sea to the sky.

Under the cover of night, the typhoon's main body appeared even more spectacular and terrifying, like a black hole capable of devouring everything. Only when standing directly before it could one truly grasp the insignificance of humanity.

Lu Fengnian finally collected his thoughts. As a branch tower master of the Spirit Pagoda born into a prestigious family, he had received a formal education and possessed some common knowledge regarding typhoons.

An ordinary typhoon would pass in a few hours, or at most a day or two, but according to calculations from multiple agencies, this one would linger for an entire week!

"Are you saying this typhoon wasn't formed naturally, but that someone is pulling strings in the shadows?"

Once this thought crossed his mind, Lu Fengnian could no longer sit still. If someone were truly capable of whipping up such a powerful typhoon to target East Sea City, what kind of strength would that require?

At the very least, he felt that Leng Yaozhu would be unable to stop it.

"Don't be so hasty." Long Yuan pressed down on the hand Lu Fengnian had reached out to grab his Soul Guidance Communicator. "Even that Vast Sea Douluo would have no way of conjuring such a natural disaster. I suspect someone used a method to influence a typhoon that should have already departed, forcing it to remain over East Sea City for an extended period. As for the specifics, it remains to be seen."

"But..." Lu Fengnian furrowed his brows. Leng Yaozhu had gone off to hunt down the fleeing Evil Soul Master Title Douluo; who else here could possibly venture into a dangerous place like the eye of the typhoon to investigate?

"Tower Master Lu, this matter is urgent and brooks no delay. Why don't I go take a look?" Seeing the conflict on the other man's face, Long Yuan proposed.

"Absolutely not!" Lu Fengnian reflexively retorted, but he quickly calmed himself and said in a low voice, "Brother Long Yuan, you possess world-shaking talent; you should think more about how to preserve yourself. Once you become a Title Douluo, the world will be vast and open to you—why take such a risk now?"

Of course, beyond that reason, Lu Fengnian was also afraid that if something happened to the young man, he would be held accountable by the reclusive family backing him.

"Hahaha! A mere typhoon—what do I have to fear? Even if I cannot match such a natural disaster, I have no problem ensuring my own safety."

Seeing the other man so determined, Lu Fengnian said no more. After all, Long Yuan had already defeated a Title Douluo, and since he was no match for him, he knew he couldn't talk him out of it.

"That's settled. You continue with your work; I'm going to see which petty scoundrel dares to stir up trouble here." Long Yuan waved his hand, and a pair of dragon wings covered in thick golden scales unfurled behind him.

The moment the golden wings stretched out, a vast Dragon Might swept out from Long Yuan's body, instantly overpowering the raging storm outside the Spirit Pagoda.

Lu Fengnian felt his heart sink. It was as if he were facing not a six-ring Soul Emperor, but an ancient dragon that had just awakened from its slumber. The words that had reached his lips were swallowed back down.

Long Yuan tapped his toes against the window frame, his figure cutting through the night like a golden meteor as he charged straight toward the shadow of the typhoon that blotted out the sky.

His speed was immense. In less than half a minute, he had crossed half of East Sea City and arrived at the coast. He was already at the edge of the spiral cloud band, less than a kilometer from the typhoon's cloud wall.

The cloud wall was the area where the typhoon's winds were most violent. Passing through it would lead to the eye of the typhoon, a place of relative calm with clear skies. If there were any clues to be found, they would be in the eye.

But as he reached this point, the gale turned instantly ferocious. Long Yuan didn't care in the slightest, accelerating as he plunged into the high-speed rotating cloud wall.

Wind blades capable of tearing through alloy slashed against him, only to be deflected by the golden dragon scales shimmering on his skin. With a flap of his wings, he stabilized his body amidst the gale and surged rapidly toward the eye.

He was already certain that the typhoon's cloud wall was highly abnormal; it contained a massive amount of soul power. Furthermore, under the detection of his spiritual sense, there were incredibly powerful life fluctuations beneath the sea ahead!

Is it really a sea soul beast causing this? But sea soul beasts have always lived in peace with humans. Why would one suddenly appear near the coast and deliberately maintain a typhoon?

The closer he got to the core of the typhoon, the more violent the elemental turbulence became. Water and wind elements intertwined into a destructive vortex. If it were an ordinary soul master—even a powerhouse at the Soul Douluo level—they would be shredded instantly upon approaching this area. Yet, with the vast Dragon Might surrounding him, Long Yuan's golden halo isolated all the power of the natural disaster, making him look like a god walking through a storm.

This layer of golden halo was formed by the combination of his soul power and Blood Qi, which could also be called a Dragon Qi Shield. It was both offensive and defensive, an extension of his physical strength.

Long Yuan's spiritual sense spread out in all directions, and he soon captured that faint, peculiar fluctuation. It was not the violent aura of a natural disaster, but one carrying a cold, evil chill. At this moment, it acted like invisible threads, binding the typhoon cyclone that should have moved on.

A golden light flashed in Long Yuan's eyes, and he increased his speed, charging straight into the eye of the storm.

Inside the eye of the typhoon, there was an eerie calm. Looking up, he could even see faint starlight, but the sea surface was pitch black, revealing nothing else.

Long Yuan looked at the motionless sea and let out a mocking sneer. "Stop playing god and show yourself!"

His third soul ring flickered, golden light began to bloom, and a majestic Dragon Might erupted from his body!

This was not the pressure of an ordinary beast martial soul, but the supreme pressure originating from the authority of the Dragon God—the kingly aura that commanded all beasts and stood above all soul beasts.

"Wretched creature! Show yourself at once!"

Long Yuan shouted sternly, each word sounding like a thunderclap, churning the sea below and whipping up waves.

"Oooo..."

A distant, faint cry of sorrow came from the deep sea. The next moment, the sea split in all directions, and a massive body rose from the lightless depths.

It was a giant whale over a hundred meters long. Its skin was not the gray of an ordinary whale, but a pure, sapphire-blue luster, making it appear both noble and mysterious as it shimmered.

Long Yuan was not even the size of one of its eyes, but under the vast, sea-like Dragon Might, the giant whale could only tremble, unable to muster any ability to resist.

"It really is you." Long Yuan hovered in mid-air, his golden dragon wings flapping slightly as his Dragon Qi Shield surged. "Deep Sea Demon Whale!"