The Level 40 Milestone! (Please follow along!)

The efficiency of the Spirit Hall branch truly lived up to its reputation as the continent's premier spirit master organization, especially when dealing with a guest holding the Elder Hall Young Master's token.

In less than three hours, the middle-aged deacon once again respectfully invited Yang Teng into the VIP room, a relaxed smile of mission accomplishment on his face.

"Mr. Yang, the five thousand portions of whale glue you requested are all prepared. They are all of superior quality and have been packed for you."

The deacon gestured toward several boxes on the side that looked small but were clearly high-grade storage spirit tools.

Five thousand portions of whale glue occupied a significant volume; that they could be contained in just a few boxes showed the thoroughness of the service provided by Spirit Hall.

"Mm!"

Yang Teng was somewhat surprised.

After a rough sweep with his spiritual power to confirm everything was in order, Yang Teng paid the bill readily.

His bulging coin purse instantly flattened significantly, but he didn't mind at all.

During the three hours of waiting, he hadn't been idle; he had taken the opportunity to complete his spirit master registration and rank certification at the Spirit Hall branch.

His spirit ring configuration had terrified the certifying spirit master, but the process was completed nonetheless.

Holding the freshly minted spirit master badge indicating a level 39 Battle Spirit Grandmaster, along with the gold soul coin subsidy issued by Spirit Hall as per custom, Yang Teng weighed it with satisfaction.

Free wool—it would be a waste not to shear it.

Gu Yena had been waiting quietly on the side, but when those boxes of whale glue were brought out, the smile on the deacon's face and the curious gazes cast from around the room made her frown slightly.

As the Silver Dragon King who had lived for countless eons, even if her understanding of the human world wasn't particularly deep, she knew that "whale glue" was something in human society often associated with certain secret boudoir pleasures.

Seeing Yang Teng accept all five thousand portions without changing his expression, a trace of faint embarrassment and speechlessness flashed across Gu Yena's cold, beautiful face.

She shot Yang Teng a fierce glare with her silver eyes, a look that seemed to say, "What kind of messy things are you thinking about all day long?"

Gu Yena felt it was too embarrassing to stand with this guy; she didn't say a word, didn't even wait for Yang Teng, and turned to leave the Spirit Hall branch alone, her figure quickly disappearing around the street corner.

Watching her retreating back, Yang Teng rubbed his nose and chuckled, unbothered. He happily packed everything away and headed home.

On the distant Space-Time Dragon Star, a God Star that reigned above all divine realms.

A figure stood with hands behind his back, as if he were the center of all space and time; he was the Space-Time Dragon God King, Yang Teng's father.

A slightly illusory figure, yet possessing an equally vast aura, knelt on the ground.

That was a middle-aged deity, a God King who held the authority of ending.

The God of Ending!

"My King!"

The voice of the God of Ending carried respect and a hint of worry.

"Although the Young Master's growth rate is astonishing, in that low-level plane, especially as he is about to break through a critical node, will it attract unnecessary attention or even threats?"

His meaning was simple: did he need to go and protect him?

The gaze of the Space-Time Dragon God King seemed to pierce through the endless void, landing on a specific point on the Douluo Continent.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying unquestionable majesty.

"No need."

He turned around to look at the God of Ending, his eyes filled with reminiscence and emotion.

"Back then, I also climbed up step by step from the bottom. I encountered dangers, experienced betrayals, and hovered on the edge of life and death countless times."

"Excessive protection and interference will only make him a flower in a greenhouse. This path is destined not to be smooth."

"He must cross it himself; he must step forward himself."

Upon hearing this, the God of Ending lowered his head: "Yes, this subordinate understands."

The Space-Time Dragon God King looked into the distance once more. At the end of his line of sight, seven light clusters of different colors and sizes were faintly rotating; those were the seven divine realms.

His gaze deepened, and he whispered silently in his heart.

"Teng'er, bearing such a mission... your future path will be much harder than your old man's was back then."

Tianshui Academy.

Yang Teng carried the storage boxes and went straight into his room.

As the only male student in the academy, he was lucky enough to have a separate room; although it wasn't large, it was quiet.

Closing the door, he placed the boxes on the table, his eyes flashing with excitement.

The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament was about to begin, and time was tight. After being refined and processed through his special methods, this whale glue would be unparalleled for improving a spirit master's physique.

Especially for an academy like Tianshui, where the students' physical fitness was usually not outstanding.

Of course, he and Gu Yena had no need for this.

One possessed the bloodline of the Space-Time Dragon God King, and the other was the original Silver Dragon King.

He rubbed his hands together, preparing to start processing the whale glue and researching how to maximize its effects.

Suddenly!

"Ugh!!!"

An indescribable, heavy pressure that seemed to emanate from the world itself descended without warning, slamming into Yang Teng's body and the depths of his soul like an invisible mountain.

Caught off guard, Yang Teng let out a muffled groan as his body plummeted. The floorboards beneath his feet groaned under the unbearable weight, spiderwebbing with fine cracks.

This is... plane rejection!

Yang Teng realized what was happening in an instant, his expression shifting slightly.

He could clearly feel the soul power within him, which had long since reached a critical point, surging violently against the barrier of level forty!

However, he was not a native inhabitant of the Douluo Continent; he was an "outsider" from a higher dimension.

The plane's will of the Douluo Continent held an inherent sense of vigilance and rejection toward beings like him.

It hadn't been obvious when his level was low, but Yang Teng's strength as a Soul Elder was such that even Soul Kings might not be his match; without the plane's suppression, he would be even stronger.

"Damn it!"

Yang Teng gritted his teeth, cursing under his breath.

I'm only breaking through to become a Soul Ancestor, is this really necessary? You're already putting the pressure on me? You're giving me way too much credit!

Above Tianshui Academy, and indeed across the entire Balak Royal City, a sudden anomaly erupted!

The previously clear night sky was covered by boundless dark clouds without any warning! These clouds gathered with extreme speed, appearing out of thin air and instantly swallowing all light.

Muffled thunder rolled within the clouds, and purple electric arcs darted through them, radiating a destructive aura that made the soul tremble.

The entire kingdom was shrouded in a doomsday-like darkness and oppression.

At the highest stargazing platform of the Balak Kingdom's royal palace.

An old man clad in archaic armor, his aura as deep and heavy as an abyss, suddenly snapped his eyes open. A terrifying, piercing light shot from his gaze as he stared fixedly at the horrific celestial phenomenon in the sky.

He was the anchor of the Balak Kingdom, the Guardian Hand, a powerful Titled Douluo.

"This... what is this?!"

The Guardian Hand's expression changed drastically, his voice heavy with disbelief.

"Such a scale... it's like the records in ancient texts, the kind of... Heavenly Tribulation triggered only when a hundred-thousand-year soul beast breaks through or faces divine retribution!"

"What? Heavenly Tribulation? A hundred-thousand-year soul beast?"

Liu Dingran, the King of Balak, who had rushed over in a hurry, turned deathly pale upon hearing the Guardian Hand's words.

"A hundred-thousand-year soul beast is equivalent to a Super Douluo!"

If a hundred-thousand-year soul beast were truly lurking within his kingdom to undergo its tribulation, the resulting disaster would be catastrophic!

Millions of civilians could very well be wiped out in the aftermath of the soul beast's Heavenly Tribulation!

Liu Dingran forced himself to remain calm, though his voice still trembled as he issued an order to the Guardian Hand.

"Quick! Guardian, go and investigate immediately! Find out the source of this phenomenon and whether there is truly a hundred-thousand-year soul beast causing this!"

He then roared at the panicked eunuchs and generals beside him.

"And you! Issue the order at once: activate the highest alert level and evacuate the citizens of the Royal City and nearby towns! Move!"

The power center of the entire Balak Kingdom plunged into extreme panic and chaos due to the sudden, terrifying dark clouds that had blanketed the entire nation.

However, the source of all this was currently in an ordinary student dormitory at Tianshui Academy, gritting his teeth.

He was trying to force his heavy body to stand up!

"Damn it all to hell!"