Triggering the Million-Year Heavenly Tribulation, Erased by the Laws of the Universe

The void trembled as golden light tore through the oppressive blue of the Sea God's Realm.

Golden Dragon Spear.

As if sensing its master's desperate, near-death plight, it tore through the air and came on its own. Its entire body was golden, ancient dragon patterns flowing with a heart-palpitating radiance. Carrying a sharp intent powerful enough to change the color of heaven and earth, it hovered steadily before Yu Chen.

Tang San's gaze fell upon the spear, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Golden Dragon Spear?"

He recognized it. How could he not? Back then, he had personally taken it from the Golden Dragon King. It should have been in his divine palace.

What he did not know was that the Golden Dragon King had already recalled it through their bloodline connection.

Tang San instinctively swept his gaze through the divine palace—the place where it had been was already completely empty.

"Strange..." His brow furrowed slightly before he let out a cold laugh. "It's merely a weapon, yet it dreams of defying fate?"

He shook his head, his eyes filled with contempt. "You're not even god-ranked. Holding a divine weapon only makes you like a child wielding a greatsword—you won't hurt anyone. You'll only hurt yourself."

On the sea, Yu Chen lay submerged in the water, golden dragon blood staining half the waters red. His dragon body was riddled with wounds. The gash running across his chest was still bleeding, and his broken dragon claws hung limply.

But the instant his dim dragon eyes saw the Golden Dragon Spear, they lit up.

"You're right."

His voice was hoarse and low, like bloody froth being forced from the depths of his throat.

"I truly am not."

Before his words had faded—

"Boom!"

Golden flames exploded violently from deep within his dragon body. It was the power of his bloodline—the purest, most primal, most violent burning.

Golden dragon patterns spread from the tips of his horns all the way to his tail. Every pattern was like a burning vein of fire, igniting his battered dragon body into a golden torch. His blood boiled and surged through him, while his bones creaked under the blistering heat.

This was the dragons' most resolute forbidden technique—Bloodline Frenzy. At the cost of burning his origin, it forcefully extracted power beyond his limits for a short time.

Sensing its master's resolve, the Golden Dragon Spear let out a clear hum and transformed into a streak of golden light, plunging directly into Yu Chen's chest cavity.

His forty-ninth rib.

Originally, he had only forty-eight ribs. The golden spear became bone, forcibly making room for a forty-ninth rib. Even if it were pulled out in the future, that position would remain. Just like Shi Hao—after his Supreme Bone was removed, it would grow back one day.

"Roar—!"

A vast, violent dragon roar shot into the heavens. At that moment, Yu Chen's dragon body swelled several times larger, and his aura rose frantically—

The limit of an eight-hundred-thousand-year soul beast... had been broken through.

Nine hundred thousand years... nine hundred and fifty thousand years...

Infinitely close to god-rank!

Though he had yet to step into divinity, he now stood at the ceiling of all mortal beings.

Yet just as his aura reached its peak—

The heavens changed.

Above the blue-gold firmament of the Sea God's Realm, dark clouds suddenly churned. They were purple-black thunderclouds carrying an aura of destruction, layered upon layer, nearly crushing the sky itself. Lightning slithered through them like massive pythons, radiating heavenly might that made all things tremble.

The million-year heavenly tribulation.

Tang San glanced upward. He was stunned for a moment, then threw back his head and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha! Good! You actually triggered a heavenly tribulation at a time like this!"

He laughed so hard he swayed back and forth, as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world.

"With a God King hunting you from the front and heavenly tribulation striking from behind, death awaits whether you advance or retreat—Yu Chen, Yu Chen, were you sent by heaven just to entertain me?"

Yu Chen ignored him.

Because the first heavenly tribulation had already descended.

"Boom—!"

Purple-black lightning struck precisely across his spine. Golden dragon scales exploded apart, the charred wound cut so deep that bone could be seen, and the agonizing pain pierced his soul.

But he did not dodge.

Covered in scorch marks and bloodstains, bearing that horrifying lightning wound across his back, he charged violently at Tang San!

Dragon claws tore through space, and dragon breath erupted with destructive force—he attacked Tang San and the heavenly tribulation at the same time.

Tang San's smile faded.

"Madman."

He cursed under his breath, gripped his trident, and met the charge.

"Since you're seeking death—don't blame me!"

Golden and blue-gold light collided wildly, but the outcome had been decided from the very beginning. Tang San, no longer holding back, carried the power of a God King in every strike.

The first trident strike severed his left wing, sending half a dragon wing spinning away.

The second shattered his spine, blood spraying everywhere.

The third broke his ribs, bent his dragon body in half, and sent golden blood gushing out.

Every strike shattered another patch of dragon scales and opened another bloody wound.

At the same time, the heavenly tribulation continued to strike.

The second bolt split his skull, while the third nearly cleaved his dragon body in two.

Yu Chen had already lost count. He only knew that every time lightning fell, his body convulsed once; every time the trident came down, another wound that would never heal appeared on him.

His dragon blood was nearly drained, and the light in his dragon eyes was fading.

Yet he did not fall.

Even beaten beyond recognition, even though every breath felt like swallowing broken glass—he continued attacking.

With broken claws, ruined wings, shattered dragon teeth, he lunged at Tang San again and again.

Tang San's trident was covered in golden dragon blood. Looking at this miserably mangled giant dragon, he frowned slightly.

He could not understand how something on the verge of death could still stand.

Then, a sudden change occurred.

The heavenly tribulation seemed to have been enraged. The thunderclouds churned as dozens of lightning bolts appeared at once, gathering power to erase the entire area in a single strike.

Tang San's expression changed slightly as he prepared to withstand it head-on—

Then the heavenly tribulation stopped.

It stopped without warning.

The dozens of lightning bolts seemed to be seized by an invisible hand, frozen in midair before withdrawing into the clouds like a receding tide. The thunderclouds churned violently several times, then dispersed at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was clear for thousands of miles, and the heavenly tribulation had vanished completely.

Tang San froze. "The heavenly tribulation... retreated?"

Heavenly tribulation was the will of the heavens. It never retreated halfway through. Unless—there was something that even the heavens did not dare continue against.

What he did not know was that the laws of the universe had intervened.

They erased Yu Chen's heavenly tribulation. Not out of mercy, but to ensure the purity of the trial. They did not interfere with life or death; they only wished to see how far Yu Chen could go in such desperate circumstances.

"I've played enough."

Tang San's voice turned cold, like a basin of icy water poured across the battlefield. All mockery vanished, leaving only pure frost.

"It's time for me to get serious."

Blue-gold divine power surged out like a tide, and the entire Sea God's Realm trembled. The sea surface sank dozens of zhang, revealing the dry rock bed beneath.

Then the chains came.

Countless blue-gold Sea God Chains appeared from thin air, writhing like living creatures as they wound toward Yu Chen.

Yu Chen tried to dodge, but he could no longer move.

The chains showed no mercy.

They first coiled around his limbs, biting into his scales and shattering golden scales one after another.

Then they wrapped around his dragon body. The thickest chain cut into the wound on his waist and abdomen, embedding itself in flesh as golden blood dripped down its links.

Finally, they locked around his dragon neck, constricting like pythons. Scales burst away, revealing bruised purple dragon flesh.

This was Tang San's most famous technique after becoming a god—Entanglement. Also known as "Mother's Entanglement," because the more one struggled, the tighter it became, until muscles and bones were snapped.

"Let's see how you move now."

Tang San walked over slowly and casually planted his trident into the sea, his tone calm.

With a flick of his fingertip, the chains suddenly tightened.

"Crack—"

The last two finger bones in Yu Chen's right claw snapped instantly. Broken golden bones pushed through the flesh and fell to the ground.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of golden blood sprayed out, scattering into a bloody mist. His dragon body convulsed violently, yet he did not let out a single groan.

Tang San nodded in satisfaction. He walked before Yu Chen, crouched down, and lifted the blood-smeared dragon head.

The golden dragon eyes had dimmed to the extreme. Blood seeped from cracks in his skull and ran down Tang San's fingers, glaringly vivid against his blue-gold divine armor.

"Such a powerful bloodline..."

Tang San's gaze swept over the dragon body with the greed of someone examining premium materials.

"It should belong to my Tang Family."

He stood up and condensed a slender golden syringe in his palm—it was a divine artifact for extracting bloodlines.

"If I can extract this Dragon God-level bloodline and merge it into myself..." Fanatical ambition flashed in his eyes. "Then find the Silver Dragon King and unite golden blood with silver blood—I, Tang San, will become the new Dragon God!"

A crazed curve formed at the corner of his mouth. When that time came, throughout the God Realm and lower realms, no one would be able to rival him.

But he did not know that the Dragon God's inheritance could only be obtained with the Dragon God's recognition.

Without that recognition, no matter how much bloodline was forced into him, he would only become a grotesque monster.

And at this moment, the true Dragon God was rushing through the night in Dragon Valley.

He held the long-sealed Ascension Dragon Pillar in his hands, eagerly preparing to give it to that terrifyingly talented grandson. The old man had no idea that his own flesh and blood was bound in chains by a God King, hanging by a thread.

The scene returned to the Sea God's Realm.

Yu Chen was bound tightly, yet he was still struggling.

An instinctive, unwilling struggle.

Every movement tightened the chains another degree.

His scales shattered, dragon flesh curled open, and his bones made teeth-grinding creaks.

He no longer looked like a dragon, but more like a lump of golden rotten flesh that had been run through a meat grinder.

The wound on his chest had split open, exposing his beating heart. His waist and abdomen were constricted so tightly that his organs were squeezed out and forced back in. Only broken bone stumps remained of his left wing, while his right claw was a bloody mess. His dragon head hung low, blood pouring down endlessly.

Every breath brought a gurgling sound from his chest—it was the sound of blood flooding his lungs.

The light in his dragon eyes had weakened to its utmost limit, like an oil lamp about to burn out.

But even so—

That flame still had not gone out.

Weak, flickering, ready to die at any moment.

But it still had not gone out.