Crown Prince of the Dragon Clan

"So sleepy..."

Early in the morning, Shen Nanxun left the hotel to find something to eat. Na'er hadn't woken up yet; she had eaten over half the table's worth of food the night before, and he feared she wouldn't wake until the sun was high in the sky, so he didn't wait for that silly girl.

Yesterday, Xu Xiaoyan had insisted on sharing his room, forcing him to sleep on the sofa. He had been worried she might have ulterior motives—after all, the last person to be that unguarded was Huo Kaoyu, and that had resulted in a son appearing out of thin air.

It was hard to imagine that the identities of virgin and father could coexist simultaneously.

He hadn't meditated or slept, just endured the night, so he was naturally drowsy in the morning. After all, he was only a three-ring Soul Venerable, nowhere near the state of being able to abstain from grain and sleep.

The morning in East Sea City was much milder than in North Sea City. The morning breeze, carrying the unique fragrance of flowers and grass from the southern coast, brushed against his face, feeling soft and gentle.

Shen Nanxun walked aimlessly along the tree-lined path outside the hotel, intending to find a breakfast stall to grab a quick bite before heading back to catch up on sleep. In a small park by the roadside, a few stray cats crouched on a bench basking in the sun, and the fountain's water jets refracted a small rainbow in the morning light.

As he walked along the park path, a familiar figure ran over from the opposite direction. Blue sportswear, short black hair, and beads of sweat from his morning exercise still clinging to his temples—it was Tang Wulin.

He didn't seem to expect to run into Shen Nanxun here either. His footsteps faltered slightly, and he actually took the initiative to raise a hand in greeting: "Morning."

Shen Nanxun hadn't expected him to initiate a greeting either. He responded with a grunt, though he didn't pay it much mind.

Just as he was about to continue walking, his steps suddenly halted. Deep within his consciousness, Qian Renxue's voice rang out abruptly.

"There is an extremely peculiar soul power fluctuation nearby. It's very strong, and there's more than one."

Shen Nanxun's sleepiness vanished instantly. He subconsciously scanned his surroundings; everything in the park was as it should be, with the stray cats still basking and the fountain still spraying water.

But that soul power fluctuation grew clearer and closer, as if something were slowly awakening from beneath the ground.

The ground beneath his feet cracked. Several thick vines burst through the soil, each as thick as an adult's arm. They were dark green, their surfaces covered in a layer of sticky, deep-green sap. The vines were covered in dense, tiny barbs, the tips of which shimmered with an eerie, dark purple halo—clearly coated in potent poison.

The vines twisted and coiled, sweeping toward the two of them from all directions.

Tang Wulin reacted with lightning speed, his Golden Dragon Claw manifesting instantly to sever the incoming vines with a single swipe. But the vines' regenerative speed was astonishing; no sooner were they cut than countless tiny new buds surged from the stumps, growing back into thick vines within a single breath to continue their assault.

Golden light wings erupted from Shen Nanxun's back, and the Angel Holy Sword materialized in his hand. The holy-attribute sword light slashed into the vines, the blade's edge burning the venom into wisps of black smoke. Yet, the sheer number of vines was overwhelming; for every one he severed, two more grew in its place, and for every two he cut, they spread like a blanket.

Just then, a more terrifying pressure descended from the sky. It was as heavy as a mountain, causing the air in the entire park to stagnate. The fountain's water jets shook violently under this pressure.

A black figure walked slowly from the shade deep within the park. It was a man, exceptionally tall with broad shoulders and a straight back, wearing a black robe that fell to his ankles. A pair of dark golden eyes held no emotion, cold and chilling!

"This is..." Before Shen Nanxun could react, he saw Di Tian tap his foot lightly, and a surge of soul power instantly pierced his mind.

He lost consciousness.

Tang Wulin suffered the same fate.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Qian Renxue had intended to intervene, but she suddenly paused as if sensing something.

"The Lord is far too suspicious," Di Tian shook his head. "With this, both bloodlines have fallen into our hands. Once the Lord absorbs them completely, the grand plan shall be achieved!"

"King of Ten Thousand Monsters, take them away!"

But just as the vines reached out, a light suddenly flickered on Tang Wulin's body.

It was a blue-gold light.

The King of Ten Thousand Monsters' vines froze in place, trembling inch by inch.

A phantom slowly rose from the trident mark on Tang Wulin's chest. It was the figure of a man, slender and upright, his sea-blue robe fluttering without a breeze.

It was the Ancestor Tang, Tang San!

Di Tian's dark golden vertical pupils contracted violently. He wanted to move, but his body felt as if it had been pinned; he couldn't even lift a finger. The King of Ten Thousand Monsters' vines went limp on the ground, and those poison-tipped barbs shattered inch by inch under the lingering might of the Seagod's divine power, turning into withered branches and fallen leaves.

"Soul beast," the phantom of Tang San spoke. "You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. You are courting death."

He raised his right hand, fingers slightly spread, and a blue-gold Seagod Trident slowly condensed in his palm. The surrounding air solidified inch by inch under the Seagod's divine power.

Di Tian gritted his teeth, pushing the Black Dragon King's soul power to its limit. But he knew clearly that in the face of a true Deity's divine sense, even as the only true Black Dragon left in the world, he could not withstand a single blow.

Just as the Seagod Trident was about to descend, a nine-colored light suddenly shone from within Shen Nanxun's body.

"Sigh..."

With just a light sigh, the Seagod's divine power shattered instantly!

A look of disbelief surfaced in the depths of Tang San's divine sense: "Dragon God bloodline? How is this possible!"

Both the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings were within his calculations; how could a Dragon God bloodline appear out of thin air?

But there was no time to think. The nine-colored light erupted with a dazzling radiance. A divine sense was, after all, only a divine sense, and it was crushed in an instant. The power was so formidable that the entire Douluo plane seemed to pause for a moment.

"Di Tian..."

As this voice rang out, Di Tian's eyes widened sharply, and he said in disbelief: "You... is it you!?"

The nine-colored light condensed in front of Shen Nanxun, and a figure appeared in the park. He wore a nine-colored robe, his face as handsome as jade, his expression indifferent.

Di Tian's pupils contracted violently. His lips trembled slightly, and he immediately knelt on one knee. The hem of his black robe spread across the cracked flagstones of the park, his right hand pressed to his chest, his dark golden vertical pupils lowered.

"Di Tian pays respects to Your Highness!"

Although the King of Ten Thousand Monsters' true body was not here, all the limp vines on the ground prostrated themselves at the same moment, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, like ten thousand trees greeting the spring.

The Crown Prince of the Dragon Clan, the only true heir of the Dragon God. In this era, long after the Dragon God had split into the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings and the Dragon Clan had vanished into the long river of history, this name was like the arrival of a god to any living dragon bloodline.

"Di Tian, my state is not sharp, and my time to awaken is limited. I can only tell you this: from now on, when you see this human, treat it as if I have arrived in person. No need to ask questions; everything will become clear in the future."

"Your Highness, you..." Di Tian wanted to say something, but he saw the Crown Prince of the Dragon Clan wave his hand slightly.

The Dragon Prince shook his head, saying no more, and merely looked at Tang Wulin lying on the ground nearby, the nine-colored light flickering in his eyes.

"The Golden Dragon King bloodline, how can it be allowed to wander the mortal world..."