The Legend of the Bright Sacred Dragon

He did not finish, but everyone understood.

Yu Xiaogang's life, the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul he had been so proud of, the Martial Soul Evolution theory that had overturned conventional views... before the Sky Curtain's cold golden words, all of it had become a complete joke.

A pathetic joke built upon someone else's casual charity.

Everyone at Shrek Academy felt a pang of sorrow. Looking at the man slumped on the ground as if all the bones and soul had been pulled from his body, they did not know what to do for a moment.

Amid the dead silence, the image on the Sky Curtain shifted once more.

The mysterious figure shrouded in endless lightning and pill vapor slowly descended before the transformed Yu Tianlin. His form remained blurry, wrapped in a hazy halo that made him impossible to see clearly.

He extended one finger and lightly pressed it against Yu Tianlin's forehead.

"Remember this feeling."

A calm, unruffled thought echoed directly in Yu Tianlin's mind, while simultaneously resounding in the hearts of everyone across Douluo Continent.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bears the bloodline of the Dragon Clan. In the mortal world, it can be considered among the finest. But this is not your end. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is still a subdragon-type Martial Soul, capable only of absorbing subdragons. It remains far from a true dragon."

Yu Tianlin respectfully knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

The figure continued, "The path of bloodlines has no end. If you can excavate this Martial Soul's potential to its utmost limit, then in the future, there may be a sliver of hope for it to transform once more—from a subdragon into a true dragon, evolving into... the Bright Sacred Dragon."

Bright Sacred Dragon!

The instant those four words were spoken, every Title Douluo present felt their heart skip a beat! That was a creature found only in the most ancient myths, the peak of the Dragon Clan in legend, the incarnation of light!

The voice from the Sky Curtain did not pause.

"However, the path of transformation also has its wrong turns. The Bright Sacred Dragon Martial Soul has two possible mutated forms."

"First, if a Soul Master's will is weak, if he indulges in comfort and lacks any conviction to grow stronger, then although his Martial Soul will mutate, it will degenerate into an infant form. It will resemble a pig, and its cry will sound like a fart... Its name is Luo Sanpao."

Luo... Sanpao?

Countless people across the continent froze upon hearing that name.

What kind of ridiculous name was that? Did it have even the slightest connection to something as lofty as the Bright Sacred Dragon?

Beside Shui Bing'er, the Skywater Academy students exchanged glances. Some could no longer hold it in, their lips already twitching.

Lin Xuan, sitting in his rocking chair, suddenly stiffened.

He was finished.

The Heavenly Dao really was not leaving him even a shred of privacy! It had even dug up the embarrassing nonsense he had made up on the spot back then! All he wanted now was to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it—or immediately activate the world-destroying program and blast that damned Sky Curtain out of the sky!

Within the Sky Curtain, the Mysterious Person seemed utterly unaware of the tremendous impact his words had caused in later generations.

"Second, only if a Soul Master's will is as strong as steel and he advances bravely and diligently can he break through his shackles and achieve the true Bright Sacred Dragon Martial Soul. Only then can he truly dominate the continent and look down upon all living beings."

As his words fell, the figure began to turn illusory, as though a gust of wind could scatter him away.

"Our fate ends here. Take care of yourself."

After leaving those final words behind, he vanished completely between heaven and earth, leaving Yu Tianlin only with a back he could never reach.

The Sky Curtain's image did not end there.

The view rapidly pulled back as light and shadow shifted, as if crossing a vast expanse of time.

[Yu Tianlin kept the teachings firmly in mind and cultivated diligently. At the age of eighty, he broke through the level-ninety barrier, advanced to Title Douluo, absorbed a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, and shook the world.]

[To repay this great kindness, he personally had his benefactor's alchemy furnace and that cluster of Heavenly Flames carved into a relief at the clan's sacred grounds, where they would be worshipped for generations.]

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"The relief! It's the relief in the ancestral grounds!" an elder cried out, nearly crazed.

Yu Yuanzhen, who had already fainted, was jolted awake by that scream. He violently shoved aside the clansmen supporting him, his eyes bloodshot.

"The ancestral grounds... Hurry, to the ancestral grounds!"

He scrambled and stumbled toward the forbidden area deep within the clan. He had seen that relief countless times, thinking it was merely a decorative pattern casually carved by their ancestor. Who could have imagined that what was engraved upon it was the truth behind the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's true origins!

It was their clan's greatest benefactor!

At that moment, spies from Spirit Hall, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Clear Sky Sect... every top power sent this information back at the fastest possible speed.

A relief!

An alchemy furnace! A cluster of Heavenly Flames!

These were the only clues to finding that mysterious being! The forces of the entire continent were instantly thrown into turmoil!

Golden words continued appearing on the Sky Curtain.

[At the age of one hundred, Yu Tianlin founded the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and established its rules: every descendant of the clan must take pride in "dragon," act with "tyranny," and never forget the glory of their Martial Soul.]

[The ancestor passed away peacefully at the end of his lifespan. Even in his final moments, he gazed toward the sky, hoping to see his benefactor once more, but his wish ultimately went unfulfilled.]

[Yet he left behind a legend—a legend about the ultimate evolution of Martial Souls: the Bright Sacred Dragon.]

[Unfortunately, through the river of later history, the warning concerning the "Luo Sanpao" form was lost, leaving behind only the illusory glory of the Bright Sacred Dragon.]

Shrek Academy.

Dead silence.

Utter silence.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong... everyone's gaze slowly, stiffly, and instinctively turned toward the man still standing there in a daze.

Yu Xiaogang.

And the purple little pig beside him, currently snoring away in peaceful sleep.

Bright Sacred Dragon...

Infant form...

It resembled a pig...

Its cry sounded like a fart...

Its name was... Luo Sanpao.

One keyword after another exploded in everyone's minds.

The information connected.

The logic formed a closed loop.

An absurd conclusion, one so ridiculous yet so real that it could not be refuted, emerged in everyone's hearts.

"My life..."

Yu Xiaogang slowly raised his head. His eyes were no longer empty, but filled with unprecedented confusion and shock.

He... he had studied Martial Soul mutations his entire life.

Because his Martial Soul had mutated into a pig, he had been expelled by his family, mocked by the world, and abandoned by his first love.

He had defined his entire life as a tragedy.

And yet...

In the end, the Sky Curtain told him that he had not failed at mutation.

He was the legend!

Except... he was the failed, comical version from the legend, the version meant as a negative example.

"Pfft—"

No one knew who had failed to hold it in first.

The sound was soft, like a fart someone had failed to suppress.

But in this deathly silent environment, it sounded especially clear.

Ma Hongjun's face turned the color of pig liver, his fat body shaking like a sieve.

Oscar tightly covered his mouth, tears shooting from the corners of his eyes as his entire body curled up like a shrimp.

Dai Mubai abruptly turned around, his shoulders heaving violently.

Even Zhu Zhuqing, who had always been so cool and detached, could not stop the slight twitch at the corner of her lips and desperately lowered her head.

They had all thought of the same thing.

The Sky Curtain had said that only Soul Masters with weak wills, who indulged in comfort and lacked the conviction to grow stronger, would mutate into Luo Sanpao.

And their teacher, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang...

Nearly fifty years old, with Soul Power... level twenty-nine.

So a Martial Soul that should have become a myth had been forcibly... ruined by him?

"G-Grandmaster..." Tang San was the only one who could barely maintain his expression, but even his voice had changed pitch, carrying a tremor he had not noticed himself.

He wanted to comfort him, yet found that any words at this moment seemed pale and powerless, and even... a little funny.

I'm sorry, Teacher.

I really can't hold it in!

Yu Xiaogang blankly stared at his pig, then slowly raised his hand and looked at himself.

His life had changed from a tragedy into a joke.

A joke that resounded throughout the entire Douluo Continent.

"Hic!"

Oscar could no longer endure it. A strange gasp burst loudly from between the fingers covering his mouth.