Dragon's Might

The light was silvery white, sacred, and as gentle as moonlight condensed into solid form.

The glow slowly spread out, taking the shape of an enormous phantom of a white dragon.

The white dragon seemed carved from the purest white jade, every scale radiating a warm, holy light.

Its silver-white eyes hung in the void like twin moons, looking down upon the tiny figure below.

An aura completely different from darkness surrounded it... majestic, sacred, ancient, yet wholly devoid of aggression. Instead, it carried the clarity and compassion of one who had seen through all karmic cycles.

The White King.

The name exploded in Lu Mingfei's mind.

He remembered this being. He remembered catching a fleeting glimpse of it in the vision on the day he awakened.

He also remembered the faint traces of silvery-white power he had sensed during countless late-night cultivation sessions.

But every time before this, he had only managed to grasp a vague trace. The White King's power had always hidden itself, never allowing him to see its full form.

But this time, it no longer hid.

"You finally... let me see you."

Lu Mingfei gazed at the silvery-white dragon phantom, his voice scattering through the void in countless echoes.

The White King did not speak, but a vast torrent of information, like a sea of stars, poured into Lu Mingfei's mind along the invisible bond between them.

That information was too vast.

So vast that he could barely bear it, yet the instant it entered, his soul absorbed it automatically. It was as though this knowledge had always belonged to him, merely locked away in a box he could not yet open.

At the exact moment the White King fully awakened, Lu Mingfei sensed another even more astonishing change...

The Black Dragon King within him was also undergoing some profound transformation.

It was no longer merely a power lurking deep in his bloodline. It had truly, completely awakened, like a colossal beast opening its eyes and beginning to stretch within Lu Mingfei's soul.

And along with the Black Dragon King's awakening, Lu Mingfei felt something deep within his soul shatter.

They were nine invisible shackles binding the Black Dragon King...

He could not describe the feeling, but he simply knew those shackles existed, and he knew their number.

At that moment, the first shackle broke halfway.

Golden fragments scattered through the void, transforming into specks of starlight that merged into the Black Dragon King's dragon soul.

The Black Dragon King's aura abruptly surged.

An indescribable dragon's might erupted from his body. It differed from the bloodline-based oppression of the Taotie Divine Bull or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

It was a majesty that was more ancient, more primal, and more unquestionable.

It was the absolute dominion from the depths of a Dragon King's bloodline, the supreme authority at the source of all dragon power.

Centered on Lu Mingfei, that dragon's might swept outward like an invisible tsunami, instantly spreading throughout the entire Dragon Valley.

Deep within the core of Dragon Valley lay a dark region shrouded in dense mist all year round.

A gigantic soul beast sleeping at the bottom of a lava lake suddenly opened its eyes.

It was over a hundred zhang long, its entire body covered in pitch-black scales, each one as large as a millstone. Two uneven rows of bony spikes lined its back, every spike several zhang in length.

Its head was enormous and ferocious, its mouth packed with saber-like fangs. Even in sleep, it gave off a suffocatingly savage aura.

This was a Tyrannosaurus with over seventy thousand years of cultivation, one of the strongest predators deep within Dragon Valley.

It had awakened.

Not because of hunger or vigilance, but because of a tremor that came from the depths of its soul.

That dragon's might had traveled from the outskirts of Dragon Valley. Even after being weakened layer by layer, it still made its massive body tremble uncontrollably.

Confusion and terror flashed through its black vertical pupils. It did not know what it was, but the dragon bloodline within it frantically told it...

That was the king. That was their king. That was the absolute ruler from the end of their bloodline.

At the summit of a towering peak not far from the Tyrannosaurus, another dragon beast, smaller in size but more slender in build, awoke at the same time.

It was a Ceratopsian, with a pair of enormous curved horns growing from its head. Ancient patterns covered the horns, and its cultivation was comparable to the Tyrannosaurus's.

Curled up in its nest, its entire body shook like a sieve as low whimpers escaped its mouth.

It was not only these two.

Deep within the core of Dragon Valley, dozens of dragon-type soul beasts with more than seventy thousand years of cultivation woke at the same moment, trembled at the same moment, and prostrated themselves on the ground at the same moment.

Something within their souls cowered in fear. That reverence rooted in the deepest level of their bloodlines left them unable to resist, unable to think.

They could only instinctively and humbly lower their heads, offering their most primal submission toward the source of the dragon's might.

In a mountain hollow on the outskirts of Dragon Valley, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo was sitting cross-legged atop a huge boulder, regulating his breathing.

After bringing Dugu Yan to obtain her soul ring, he had not rushed to leave. Instead, he had found a secluded spot in the outer region to rest.

At that moment, he suddenly opened his emerald-like eyes, and his expression changed sharply.

When that dragon's might arrived, an uncontrollable terror rose from the depths of his soul.

It was the instinctive tremor of his Jade Phosphor Snake Emperor martial soul.

The Jade Phosphor Snake was one branch of dragonkind. Although it had cultivated to the realm of the Snake Emperor, the faint trace of dragon blood flowing through its bones was still completely suppressed at that moment.

Dugu Bo's martial soul was frantically shrinking, trembling, submitting, as if it had encountered a natural enemy and wanted to retreat deep into his body and curl up.

Dugu Bo abruptly rose to his feet. Soul power surged around him as he forcibly suppressed the disturbance in his martial soul.

His expression shifted several times before he finally looked toward the depths of Dragon Valley, his gaze filled with unprecedented gravity.

"This aura... it is... older than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon..." His voice was terrifyingly hoarse. "What exactly is hidden inside this Dragon Valley?"

In another direction on the outskirts of Dragon Valley, the eldest young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was resting on a mountain path with Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianjiao.

Yu Tianheng had been about to explain the precautions for absorbing a soul ring to his younger sister when the sudden pressure instantly drained the color from his face.

He felt his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul shaking violently within him, like a fierce beast whose tail had been stepped on, instinctively wanting to lower itself.

It was absolute suppression from the depths of his bloodline. No matter how Yu Tianheng activated his soul power, he could not resist it.

Yu Tianheng clenched his fists tightly, and a layer of cold sweat beaded across his forehead.

Yu Tianjiao had it even worse.

The little girl had only just absorbed her first soul ring, and the fusion between her martial soul and body was still far from stable.

The instant that dragon's might arrived, the Rouge Dragon inside her trembled and curled into a ball.