Breaking Through to Soul Sect

Above the Lake of Life, dark clouds gathered as purple lightning rolled and roared within them, each flash illuminating the entire forest like the end of the world.

That pressure made the hearts of all the fierce beasts tremble.

On the surface of the lake, Yang Teng sat cross-legged. Benefiting from the immense vitality and the incredibly dense heaven and earth energy of the Lake of Life, he gradually recovered his spirit.

Silver light flowed across his skin, faintly echoing the purple lightning in the sky.

Silver-purple radiance shimmered in his eyes.

The next moment.

"ROAR!!!"

A heaven-shaking dragon roar resounded throughout the Star Dou Great Forest.

Yang Teng transformed into a streak of silver-purple light and shot into the sky, the light expanding rapidly into a giant dragon over ten zhang long!

His silver-purple scales shimmered brilliantly, each one rippling with the waves of space and time.

Di Tian and the gathered fierce beasts could not help but feel a sense of cowardice.

Emerald Swan Bi Ji took half a step back, the vines of the King of Ten Thousand Monsters retracted involuntarily, and Lord Bear clenched his sharp claws.

The Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape, those two hundred-thousand-year soul beasts, also trembled slightly under this dragon might.

Di Tian fared slightly better; he had seen Yang Teng descend directly into the Star Dou Great Forest with his own eyes, but seeing his true form now, as a member of the dragon race himself, the blood in his veins flowed faster.

It was a resonance and awe originating from the depths of his bloodline.

"Di Tian!"

Zi Ji asked in a low voice, her tone carrying irrepressible shock.

"He isn't Lord Dragon God, is he?"

Zi Ji was also a pure-blooded true dragon, and her Hell Demon Dragon bloodline made her extremely sensitive to the aura of the dragon race.

She could feel that the aura of this silver-purple giant dragon was different from that of the Dragon God; it was more ancient, more mysterious, and more... powerful.

Di Tian shook his head, his gaze complex.

"He is not..."

He did not continue, instead looking toward Gu Yena.

Their Sovereign stood silently by the lake, her silver eyes fixed on the giant dragon in the sky, the Silver Dragon Spear in her hand trembling slightly, whether from excitement or vigilance, it was hard to tell.

Seeing this, Zi Ji stopped asking.

In the sky, the dragon Yang Teng had transformed into let out a long howl toward the heavens.

"Come on!"

He was provoking the heavenly tribulation.

As if enraged, the purple lightning in the clouds crashed down!

A massive pillar of lightning struck straight down with such speed that it left no afterimage; Yang Teng had only just shot into the sky before he was forcefully slammed back into the Lake of Life!

"BOOM!!!"

The lake water exploded into waves a hundred meters high, scattering life energy everywhere.

There was not a moment to catch his breath.

The second bolt of lightning condensed extremely quickly, forming almost the instant the first one landed.

Purple light tore through the sky, striking the giant dragon in the lake with precision once more, followed by a third...

Yang Teng rolled in the lake, his silver-purple scales beginning to turn slightly black. In some places, the lightning tore them open, causing nine-colored blood to flow out. As that blood dripped into the Lake of Life, it actually caused the water to shimmer with a strange radiance.

"Yang Teng!"

Gu Yena could finally bear it no longer.

She soared into the air, her silver hair flowing like a waterfall under the illumination of the lightning. The Silver Dragon Spear tore through space as she landed beside Yang Teng's massive dragon head, pressing one hand against the scales on his forehead.

Vast and pure life force poured into Yang Teng's body.

It was the origin power of the Silver Dragon King, far purer than the Lake of Life itself. The charred scales on Yang Teng's body began to repair at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flow of his nine-colored blood ceased.

The heavenly tribulation seemed quite satisfied, let out a screech in the sky, and then vanished.

"Don't worry."

Yang Teng's voice rang out in Gu Yena's mind, carrying a smile.

"This time was just a warning! I can still hold on!"

The silver-purple light receded, and the giant dragon form dissipated.

Yang Teng returned to human form, his clothes completely shredded, revealing a sturdy torso covered in scorch marks and healing wounds.

He grinned, a trace of nine-colored blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Gu Yena supported his head, her other hand pressed against his chest as she continued to channel life force. Her movements were very gentle, and a trace of imperceptible worry flashed through her silver eyes.

Yang Teng looked at her face, inches from his own, and thought, Gu Yena looks just like my little wife right now.

This thought made him laugh again.

"Still laughing?"

Gu Yena glared at him, but her hands didn't stop their work.

"Why did you provoke him! Striking three consecutive bolts of lightning—even Di Tian couldn't handle that."

Yang Teng cast his gaze toward the sky, watching the dark clouds gradually dissipate, his eyes filled with excitement.

Having stayed in the Star Dou Great Forest for two weeks, Yang Teng had fully recovered.

Not only were his injuries healed, but his spirit power had also broken through to level 44, tempered by the heavenly tribulation and nourished by the Lake of Life.

Of course, more importantly, the plane's suppression of him had eased slightly.

Although it was an imperceptible loosening, Yang Teng could clearly feel the omnipresent sense of repulsion fading, making even his breathing much smoother.

"Time to go back."

Yang Teng stretched and looked at Gu Yena.

"The Elite Tournament is about to start."

Gu Yena nodded, and the Silver Dragon Spear tore open a spatial rift.

When the two returned to Tianshui Academy, only three days remained until the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament.

Yang Teng had missed the match against Balaque Academy, but under Gu Yena's leadership, they had won easily with overwhelming speed.

Seeing Yang Teng return, Shui Yunxia let out a long sigh of relief.

"Was it an easy win?" Yang Teng asked casually.

"Gu Yena fought all seven of them by herself."

Shui Yunxia's tone was complex.

"It ended in a minute."

Yang Teng whistled and looked at Gu Yena.

The silver-haired girl remained expressionless, as if she had only done something trivial.

"The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament is the day after tomorrow."

Yang Teng rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Not only can I crush Tang San, but I can also get three spirit bones. How delightful."

Gu Yena glanced at him: "You seem very much looking forward to it?"

"Of course I am."

Yang Teng smiled like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

"Shrek Academy, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai... they are all old friends."

He deliberately emphasized the words "old friends."

Shui Yunxia didn't understand what they were talking about, but she could feel the fighting spirit in Yang Teng's tone.

"Prepare well."

That was all she said before turning to leave.

Only Yang Teng and Gu Yena remained in the room.

"Are your injuries really fully healed?"

Gu Yena asked suddenly.

"They are."

Yang Teng flexed his arms.

"Not only are they healed, but the plane's suppression has also lessened. My physical constitution can probably withstand the attacks of an ordinary Spirit Saint now."

Gu Yena was silent for a moment, then said softly.

"Don't push yourself too hard."

Yang Teng was stunned and looked at her, but Gu Yena had already turned toward the door, her long silver hair obscuring her profile.

"Xiao Na."

He called out to her.

Gu Yena stopped, not turning back.

"Thank you."

Yang Teng said, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

"At the Lake of Life, and... all the other times."

Gu Yena's shoulders moved slightly.

"No need to thank me."

She said in a low voice.

"You still owe us that promise; as long as I don't die, you aren't allowed to die either!"

Having said that, she pushed the door open and left.

Yang Teng watched the door close, smiled, and walked over to the window to gaze into the distance.

That was the direction of Heaven Dou City, where the tournament was being held.

"Tang San!"

He whispered to himself.

"This time, the story needs to be written differently."