Nine Hundred Ninety Thousand-Year Temporal Saint Dragon

Inside a carriage bound for Notting City, a six-year-old boy with black hair and blue eyes guided the carriage through the reins while staring conflictedly at the manual in his hands.

Yu Yuan was deeply hesitant.

Six years ago, he had been sent to Douluo Continent after getting run over and killed by a road roller.

His mother had died in childbirth on the day he was born, and when he was two, his father had also died while hunting soul beasts.

Fortunately, Yu Yuan's father had barely counted as a collateral member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, so the clan had raised him until he was six.

Yu Yuan had originally been ready to awaken the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul like his father, but fate had played another joke on him.

Why had he awakened the same martial soul as Yu Xiaogang?!

He stroked the yellow Fat Dragon sleeping beside him.

Even knowing that it possessed the Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline, Yu Yuan still found it difficult to accept.

After awakening, his innate soul power had been slightly better than Yu Xiaogang's.

But it was only rank three.

And Yu Xiaogang, that good-for-nothing, was right there as a cautionary example.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had no intention of giving him cultivation resources at all.

Yu Yuanzhen had even directly arranged for him to seek out Yu Xiaogang, intending for him to cultivate according to Yu Xiaogang's ideas.

He was being sent to serve as a test subject for Yu Xiaogang, his own son.

Wouldn't that completely ruin him?

Yu Yuan had planned to protest. Even if it did nothing, he had to at least try.

But the manual in his hands changed his mind.

Blood Refinement Art

Strictly speaking, it was not a manual, but an alchemical method used by evil soul masters.

It involved collecting all the blood from a person's body and refining it into pills that could be swallowed.

According to the manual, this method could absorb a portion of the target's bloodline and soul power.

That was why Yu Yuan agreed to the clan's arrangement.

Once he gained Yu Xiaogang's trust, he could kill him outright and use his Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline to nourish himself.

So long as he could bring himself to do it.

As for the consequences?

Yu Yuan believed his own strength mattered more.

Only by awakening his bloodline could he truly begin cultivating.

Otherwise, even if he forced himself to cultivate to rank ten, it would be useless.

There probably would not be anyone willing to help him hunt a dragon-type soul beast with a light-attribute bloodline.

The instant Yu Yuan made up his mind, he realized something seemed wrong.

The yellow Fat Dragon, which had been snoring all along, suddenly made no sound.

The carriage no longer vibrated, and there was no pull coming through the reins. It seemed to have stopped in place.

What was happening?

Yu Yuan lifted the carriage curtain and poked his head out to look around.

Then he realized the problem seemed much bigger.

A butterfly in flight hung motionless in midair.

The leaves and grass remained utterly still, and not a single sound came from the surroundings.

"What the hell? An illusion?"

Yu Yuan wanted to tell himself it was a hallucination, but it did not seem like anyone would use such a soul skill on him.

So no matter how impossible that fact was, it was probably reality.

Time around him had been stopped.

"Damn it, my bad luck still isn't over?"

Just as Yu Yuan withdrew his martial soul and prepared to flee, a dazzling silver radiance suddenly appeared before him.

Once the light faded, Yu Yuan gave up on running.

An enormous silver dragon was coiled before him.

It was over a thousand meters long, every scale gleaming silver like liquid metal.

At the edges of its scales lingered faint silver-gray temporal-spatial ripples, and light bent subtly as it glided across them.

Its enormous eyes, with silver-gold vertical pupils, stared at Yu Yuan as though confirming something.

"Found you."

The booming voice made Yu Yuan's eardrums ache.

But he soon had no time to care about that.

The dragon's body began to turn illusory with its murmur.

In the end, it transformed directly into a silver-red soul ring marked by nine golden bands.

Then, the soul ring slammed straight into Yu Yuan's body.

Agh!

The moment the soul ring entered him, Yu Yuan once again experienced the agony of being crushed beneath a road roller.

He endured the excruciating pain and barely forced his eyes open.

Only to discover that an unknown force had divided his body into several pieces, each floating in a different position.

But unexpectedly,

even though he had been "dismembered," he could still clearly feel the pain in every part of his body.

Soon, another sensation emerged amid the pain.

Yu Yuan felt himself aging at an extreme speed.

And the state of his body before his eyes proved that he was right.

Wrinkles and dark spots rapidly appeared wherever there was skin.

The hair on his scalp swiftly turned gray-white and began falling out.

He could even use one eye to watch the other eye's pupil gradually turn cloudy.

Am I going to die?

The moment that thought flashed through his mind, intense unwillingness surged within Yu Yuan.

Damn it.

I was living perfectly well in my past life, and then I got crushed to death by a road roller.

I came here and became an orphan before even two years had passed, and I put up with that too.

I awakened my martial soul and got a yellow Fat Dragon with innate rank-three soul power, and I put up with that too!

Why?!

Why the hell do I have to die so inexplicably?

I refuse to accept this!

His powerful will drove his body, which had long since been torn apart.

He pulled at his feet with his hands and bit down on his torso with his teeth.

He pieced himself back together into a complete human form.

Then, he began to reverse from a frail old man at death's door.

His skin regained its elasticity and luster.

His gray-white hair fell away, and thick black hair grew back in its place.

The blurred vision before him became clear again.

Even the pain began to slowly fade.

As time began to flow once more, the entire carriage crumbled into powder as though it had been weathered away.

Freed from their restraints, the horses fled desperately into the distance as though terrified.

As for Yu Yuan,

he knelt on all fours on the ground, gasping wildly as he stared at the beads of sweat dripping down.

Yu Yuan loosely clenched and unclenched his hands twice. The piercing pain and sensation of aging seemed to still linger at his fingertips.

I'm... still alive?

"Ha! I actually didn't die."

Yu Yuan finally confirmed that he was indeed still alive.

"So what exactly happened just now?"

Yu Yuan recalled everything that had happened.

Time had stopped.

The silver dragon had appeared.

Then,

it had turned into a soul ring and entered his body?

"That dragon became my soul ring?"

Yu Yuan sensed his condition and found that he was now rank fifteen.

In other words,

that silver-red soul ring with nine golden bands

had truly been successfully absorbed by him.

"So, does this mean I'm taking off?"

Yu Yuan had not expected happiness to arrive so suddenly.

Though he had endured unimaginable pain,

that had been a soul ring of at least nine hundred thousand years.

Just moments ago, he had been thinking about how to draw blood from Yu Xiaogang.

Now, he directly had a nine-hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

Thinking of this, Yu Yuan hurriedly summoned the martial soul he had always called Fat Dragon.

"As expected, you evolved too."

Its former fur had vanished, silver scales had begun appearing over its yellow skin, and its limbs and torso had become exceptionally thick and sturdy.

Distinct bulges had even appeared on its back and head.

Now, it could indeed barely be considered a dragon.

"So that silver dragon just died like that?"

Yu Yuan found it hard to believe, considering how powerful that dragon had looked.

Sure enough, a voice rang out in his mind.

"Good heavens, my lord, I finally found you!"