First Arrival at Legend of the Dragon King

Yang Fan sat cross-legged on his bed in silence. His short, black hair fluttered slightly in the rising heat, making his youthful face appear all the more refined.

"Ugh..."

Yang Fan let out a muffled groan, and a fine layer of sweat instantly broke out across his forehead.

The medicinal potency of the Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue far exceeded his expectations. Wherever that heat flowed, his meridians felt as if they were being scorched by fire, torn apart, and then rapidly reshaped under the shroud of a gentle, vital energy.

Yang Fan gritted his teeth, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the strain.

The intense pain caused his body to tremble uncontrollably.

Time stretched into infinity at this moment.

He did not know how much time had passed, but the heat in his body gradually dissipated, and the violent medicinal power within was finally completely absorbed and tamed.

"Hoo~"

Yang Fan exhaled a long, heavy breath.

He lowered his head to look at his hands.

His skin, previously somewhat pale, now shimmered with a faint, warm, precious luster. As he gently clenched his fingers, a dull sonic boom echoed through the air.

Yang Fan raised his head again, a trace of satisfaction flashing through his deep eyes.

His body, not yet twelve years old, had finally withstood the tyrannical baptism of the Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue. His physical strength was now absolutely no less than that of an average Spirit Master or even a Spirit Grandmaster with a beast spirit, and his spirit power had successfully reached level twenty.

Without obtaining a spirit ring, Yang Fan could not estimate his current level, but he knew that once he broke through after obtaining one, he would certainly be higher than level twenty-one.

With his current physical fitness combined with the mental power boosted by treasure appraisal, he was confident he could obtain a high-level ten-thousand-year spirit ring even without following the spirit soul path.

In The Unrivaled Tang Sect, Wang Dong'er's second spirit ring was only a thousand-year one; he speculated that this was not the limit of her physique enhanced by external forces, but rather a lack of mental power, especially since this daughter of the God King had a soul that had been split.

While the hunting system was good, the spirit soul system offered a much broader horizon.

As the saying goes, not taking a shortcut is just being a friend to the competition!

Once he arrived in Legend of the Dragon King, he would definitely go straight for a ten-thousand-year spirit soul or a top-tier thousand-year one.

Relying on its ten thousand years of accumulated spirit soul technology, and guarding the treasure trove that was the Star Dou Forest, the Spirit Pagoda could even produce some rare spirit beasts for you.

If the spirit soul's quality was high enough, he could accept even a hundred-year one; it would eventually level up, as evidenced by the little waste spirit soul, Jin Yu.

Yang Fan changed into a different set of clothes, an outfit closer to his modern life.

The timeline of Legend of the Dragon King took place twenty thousand years after Douluo Continent and ten thousand years after The Unrivaled Tang Sect; the social atmosphere had changed significantly, becoming closer to the hometown of his dreams.

He greeted Lan Yin; he was about to travel!

"Heart of Eros, activate!"

Anyway, I'm just a child under twelve; it might be a bit awkward for an adult, but for me right now, it's just right, isn't it?

Yang Fan stood still within his sea of consciousness and slowly spread his right hand, palm upward. A crystal-clear, red, heart-shaped crystal hovered silently.

With a flicker of his mind, he poured his spirit power and mental power into it without reservation.

In an instant, the red heart-shaped crystal erupted with a dazzling, brilliant light, illuminating the secret chamber in a flash of crimson.

The Heart of Eros beat violently at a strange frequency, and with every beat, circles of visible spatial ripples spread outward.

Immediately after, the red light intertwined and twisted in front of the real Yang Fan, forcibly tearing through the space before him to form a red, heart-shaped portal of light.

Inside the portal lay a deep, boundless turbulence of time and space, where countless bizarre and kaleidoscopic plane laws intertwined and flickered.

Yang Fan's expression was calm as he took a step forward, his figure submerging into the red heart-shaped portal.

After Yang Fan entered, the heart-shaped portal shattered with a boom, turning into a sky full of fine red light spots that dissipated completely into the air.

The next second, in a distant, different time and space, the air rippled violently once more.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy dressed in modern clothing stumbled into a deserted corner of the city.

Yang Fan walked out of the corner and looked up; even with some mental preparation, he was too stunned by the scene before him to speak.

How could this still be the Douluo Continent of his memories?

Everywhere he looked, there were endless steel towers, soaring into the clouds with outer walls flickering with deep blue light screens.

In mid-air, countless transparent tracks intertwined like a spider web, and streamlined flying cars shuttled silently along them, dragging pale blue energy flames behind them.

The streets were even more bizarre. Huge holographic projections floated in three dimensions in mid-air, and virtual mecha images shuttled between the buildings, the interplay of light and shadow dizzying to the eye.

Yang Fan subconsciously clenched his hands, only to notice that some of the pedestrians passing by wore glowing bracelets on their wrists.

He took a deep breath; the air was filled with a faint, fresh fragrance.

That was the residue left after spirit guidance technology consumed and converted spirit power. Unlike the biofuels of his previous life, the technology of the Dragon King era was more efficient and environmentally friendly.

In this era, spirit guidance technology had completely integrated into every inch of the city's flesh and blood.

"Is this two thousand years later?"

A gentle voice filled with confusion drifted from Yang Fan's sea of consciousness.

"Lan Yin, you came too?"

Yang Fan hadn't been sure before whether Lan Yin would travel with him.

Because the Heart of Eros requires true love, that love serves not only as a source of energy but, more importantly, as a coordinate—a beacon that allows one to find the path home even when buffeted by the turbulence of time and space.

Blue Silver, however, is a bit of a special case; due to the Heart of Eros, her physical form and soul have achieved a state of relative independence, making her both the soul within the Blue Silver Emperor's shell and an existence akin to the artifact spirit of the Heart of Eros.

It seems the priority of the Heart of Eros's artifact spirit is higher; as a compromise, the Blue Silver main body remains on the Douluo Continent, restricted to living within the sea of consciousness beside the Heart of Eros, observing this world through Yang Fan.

"Hmm, the changes in the Douluo Continent are so vast. I wonder what has become of the Star Dou Forest."

Compared to Yang Fan, who had lived in the modern era, Blue Silver—a soul beast born and bred on the Douluo Continent—had never seen such a magnificent city.

She had assumed Heaven Dou City was unrivaled under the heavens, never imagining there would be skies beyond skies and cities beyond cities!

Yang Fan felt a bit embarrassed to crush Blue Silver's spirits... under the leadership of the Silver Dragon Fish, the soul beasts had adopted a defensive strategy, retreating until they were practically on the verge of extinction.

He sighed inwardly, deciding to talk about it later; otherwise, it would be too cruel to Blue Silver.

He had only just managed to steady her mind; how could she handle such a massive blow?

Even that old fellow Di Tian had struggled to restrain himself back then; if not for the Silver Dragon Fish holding him back, Di Tian truly would have dared to lead his subordinates in a desperate fight against humanity.

During the era of The Unrivaled Tang Sect, Di Tian feared neither Shrek nor the Body Sect, and even the Evil Eye Tyrant Sovereign, passing by the Star Dou Forest, would have to endure a strike from his Dragon God Claw.

Now, with the God Realm nowhere to be seen and their side possessing an additional god-level combatant, they still dared not fight.

Yang Fan felt that the rumors of Di Tian being turned into a spaceship in the fourth series were somewhat of his own making; anyone with a shred of ambition should have seized the opportunity to usurp the throne.

Soul beasts cannot become gods, but what if they possessed the Silver Dragon King's divine core?