Star Dou Years Chasing the Silver Moon, Dragon Soul's Eleventh Seal Enters the Sacred Core

Within the Star Dou Great Forest's Source of Myriad Dragons, there was no passage of years, no turning of seasons.

Milky-white spirit mist lingered year after year, the ripples of Life Lake remained unchanged for ages, and only the dragon aura drifting on the wind silently recorded the three years that had slipped away.

Three years.

Long enough for a thousand-year spirit tree to take root and mature, long enough for a fierce beast to shed its old rank and advance, and long enough for that youth who had traveled against time, his obsession burning hot, to endure every hardship in this silent dragon domain, tempering his bones and body as he stubbornly held fast to a pursuit no one had promised him.

Three years ago, Tang Wulin had stopped at Level Sixty Soul Emperor. Carrying the memories and original intentions of Legend of the Dragon King from over Level Fifty, and holding onto the love in his heart that had never changed, he had sworn to chase love through time and rewrite fate.

For three years, he had never taken a single step beyond the Source of Myriad Dragons.

Nor had he ever stopped trying to draw closer to Gu Yue Na.

This pursuit had never been deliberate flattery or pestering entanglement. It was simply gentle companionship, day after day, flowing on like a quiet stream.

Every morning, he picked the purest dew-gathering spirit herbs from the forest and gently placed them at the edge of the stone platform beside Life Lake, never disturbing the Silver Dragon Emperor's meditation. In the afternoons, he silently sat in a corner of the Spirit Lake, using the origin spiritual energy of the entire Star Dou Great Forest to temper his body and refine his bloodline. Late at night, he stood quietly in the distance, watching that solitary figure in white as he silently settled his thoughts and polished his soul power.

Yet every time he took the initiative, he received only distance, indifference, and even—merciless suppression and beatings.

At first, he tried to speak to her, telling her fragments of the past that remained in his heart, even if they were merely trivial matters unrelated to love or hatred.

Gu Yue Na answered with a flick of her finger. A strand of silver dragon force, gentle yet tyrannical, instantly sent him flying several yards away. Her cool voice held not a trace of warmth. "The ramblings of mortals disturb my cultivation."

Later, seeing her sitting alone on the stone platform all year round in ageless solitude, he tried to perform the Dragon God's Fist Technique, using a tyrannical dragon dance to disperse the forest's deathly stillness, hoping to add a hint of life to this forbidden land that had remained unchanged for millennia.

What answered him was silver-blue dragon force flooding the sky, precisely crushing every one of his attacks. Chilling dragon might pinned him firmly to the ground, making his bones tremble and his bloodline stagnate.

Later still, he risked entering the core spirit veins to pick a ten-thousand-year Dragon Saliva Immortal Herb, hoping to soothe her ageless loneliness.

In return, Gu Yue Na became serious for the first time. The phantom of her true silver dragon form appeared abruptly, and a dragon claw covered the heavens and earth. Supreme draconic imperial might bore down upon him, cracking his bones in many places and leaving his blood and energy roiling for a long while.

Three years. More than a thousand days and nights.

He pursued her a thousand times and was rejected a thousand times. He made countless attempts and suffered countless beatings.

Gu Yue Na's attitude gradually changed from faint scrutiny and curiosity about his bloodline, to habitual indifference, and then to occasional impatience at being disturbed.

She still did not know him. She did not understand the love he had carried across time, nor did she understand his stubborn refusal to give up despite repeated defeat.

In the eyes of this complete ancient Silver Dragon Emperor, Tang Wulin was merely a human junior whose bloodline shared the same origin as hers and whose personality was unusually stubborn. Interesting, obstinate, and incapable of recognizing when to retreat.

Every time she acted, she exercised exceptional restraint.

She could always precisely shatter his attacks and crush his attempts to approach, leaving him injured and frustrated, making him recognize the gap between them, yet she never damaged his foundation, broke his origin, or harmed his dragon life.

Instinctively, she held back her strength. It stemmed from the fated bond of sharing the Dragon God's origin. Though her memories were blank, the tenderness and reluctance buried deep in her bloodline had long been carved into her bones, though even she had never noticed it.

If anyone else had been suppressed and beaten daily by a supreme dragon emperor, repeatedly defeated in such a miserable state, they would have long since grown fearful and fled.

But Tang Wulin had never given up even the slightest bit.

Every time he was sent flying, he slowly rose on his battered body. Every time dragon might crushed down upon him, he gritted his teeth and tempered his body, strengthening his foundation. Every time she coldly rejected him, he collected himself, and the next day he was as gentle as ever—never resentful, never slackening.

He had suffered pain, exhaustion, and humiliation, but he had never regretted it.

He understood Gu Yue's nature too well.

In his previous life, she had been cold on the outside but warm within, lonely for ten thousand years. No one had dared approach beneath her dragon might, and no one had dared stubbornly warm her solitude.

Since fate in his previous life had left her powerless and alone at the end, then in this life, he would use the clumsiest method: spend time, spend patience, spend sincerity, and slowly warm this great dragon of ten-thousand-year ice.

Being beaten did not matter. Being humiliated did not matter. Being ignored did not matter.

As long as he could still stand by her side, as long as he still had the right to pursue her, everything was worth it.

And these three years of daily battles, suppression, and extreme pressure had also become his greatest cultivation fortune.

Gu Yue Na's Silver Dragon Emperor might was the pinnacle of draconic law power across the entire Douluo Continent.

For three years, he had endured the cleansing of imperial dragon power countless times and borne the crushing force of ultimate dragon might. The Golden Dragon King's body advanced and transformed at incredible speed through repeated destruction and reconstruction. Together with the inexhaustible nourishment of the Source of Myriad Dragons' supreme life origin and dragon aura, his cultivation and bloodline underwent explosive, unprecedented growth.

The first thing to break through its shackles was his soul power realm.

After three years of accumulation, every barrier, bottleneck, and subtle dead end of his Level-Sixty Soul Emperor cultivation had been ground smooth and reinforced through extreme pressure training.

On a full-moon night when the Spirit Lake was tranquil and dragon aura at its peak.

Buzzz—!

A vast, majestic surge of golden soul power soared into the sky, breaking through the spirit mist canopy of the Source of Myriad Dragons!

The six soul rings around Tang Wulin's body expanded explosively—yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black. The six rings revolved, their brilliance blazing like the sun!

The Level-Seventy soul power barrier shattered with a boom!

Level Seventy, an assault-type Soul Saint!

The Soul Saint realm was an important watershed on the path of soul masters: condensing soul rings, shaping the soul body, and opening the sacred realm!

The moment he broke through, the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline throughout his body boiled violently. His physical strength, level of power, and purity of soul power all transformed completely. His bones, meridians, and dragon body origin completed a sacred-rank ascension.

And accompanying his Level-Seventy Soul Saint breakthrough was an even more heaven-defying fortune—the condensation of a Soul Core!

Ordinary soul masters needed to reach the peak of Level Seventy or even Level Eighty Soul Douluo, endure countless dangers, and expend precious heavenly treasures for even a chance to condense their first Soul Core. Even then, most were incomplete, impure beast Soul Cores or soul power cores.

But Tang Wulin possessed the supreme Dragon God's Origin, was rooted in the holy land of the Source of Myriad Dragons, and had endured three years of imperial dragon power tempering. His spiritual soul had been refined to the utmost, and his soul power was pure and flawless.

At the instant he broke through to Soul Saint, the vast soul power deep within his chest and dantian suddenly contracted, condensed, and became one.

Endless golden dragon power, pure soul power, bloodline origin, the dragon aura of heaven and earth—countless forces compressed layer by layer, fused, and solidified.

There was no earth-shaking phenomenon, only an instant of ultimate restraint.

A Perfect Humanoid Soul Core, dazzling all over, transparent pure gold, and flowing with Dragon God patterns, firmly rooted itself at the center of his dantian!

Round and flawless, filled with origin, its divinity concealed within—it was the highest-grade innate perfect Soul Core a soul master could possess!

Once the Soul Core formed, his endurance became inexhaustible, his combat power multiplied, and his foundation was completely established upon the sacred path!

And the ultimate ascension brought by the Soul Saint breakthrough and Soul Core condensation completely stirred the Golden Dragon King's Seal that had long lain dormant within him.

Since crossing over, his Golden Dragon King's Seal had remained stuck at the tenth layer. No matter how much his soul power advanced or his body transformed, it had never budged in the slightest.

But now, the threefold foundation of a sacred-rank body, a Perfect Humanoid Soul Core, and three years of imperial-level tempering had finally accumulated enough strength to break through the shackles!

Crack—!

A soft, intangible sound of breaking spread from the depths of his spiritual soul origin.

The tenth layer of the Golden Dragon King's Seal that had bound him for so long cracked inch by inch before shattering completely!

Vast, tyrannical, even purer and more majestic ancient Golden Dragon King power was fully unsealed, washing through his limbs, bones, spiritual soul, and meridians!

The Golden Dragon King's eleventh seal had been successfully broken through!

The moment the eleventh seal unlocked, the dragon might around Tang Wulin surged severalfold. His body, which had already been capable of crushing those at the same level, transformed and ascended once more.

His strength, defense, self-healing, dragon might, and bloodline suppression all crossed an enormous threshold.

He was no longer the young Soul Emperor from three years ago who could be casually crushed by Di Tian.

Level-Seventy Soul Saint, Perfect Humanoid Soul Core, and all eleven layers of the Golden Dragon King's Seal unlocked!

Across the entire soul master world of the Peerless Tang Clan era, he was already invincible among those of the same rank. Even against an ordinary Title Douluo, he could confront one head-on without falling behind!

Even his bloodline suppression over dragons and fierce beasts had increased by several times over.

If he faced the Di Tian of old again, he would not need to fully activate his Battle Armor. With his body and bloodline pressure alone, he could make the million-year Black Dragon Supreme's spiritual soul tremble and his power stagnate. Di Tian would no longer possess any possibility of absolutely crushing him as before.

His power had soared and his realm had reached completion, but the tenderness and stubbornness in Tang Wulin's eyes had not changed in the slightest.

The stronger he became, the clearer his mind was.

He had never grown stronger to dominate the world or prove himself.

He cultivated desperately, fought on despite repeated defeat, and gritted his teeth as he advanced, all so that he could possess enough power to stand beside her, protect her blank future, and rewrite her destined tragedy.

A breeze swept over the Spirit Lake, stirring his tall, slender figure.

Three years had washed away the boy's youthful immaturity, leaving behind a steadiness and weathered depth far beyond his age.

At seventeen or eighteen, he stood tall as a pine. Dragon patterns lay hidden beneath his skin. He carried both the Golden Dragon King's tyrannical majesty and the restrained tenderness of deep obsession tempered by time.

On the divine platform at Life Lake not far away, the girl in white stood quietly.

Gu Yue Na's silver-blue eyes rested on him from afar. For the first time, the complete indifference in her clear gaze faded, replaced by distinct surprise and scrutiny.

She could clearly sense the earth-shaking changes in the youth before her.

The youth from three years ago, whose cultivation was immature and whose bloodline was pure but foundation shallow, now possessed a deep aura, weighty dragon might, soul power condensed like mountains and seas, and a body as vast and powerful as a dragon.

Especially the increasingly tyrannical and pure Golden Dragon King's Bloodline within him. It faintly stood above all dragon races, and even her Silver Dragon Origin could sense a clear resonance and a slight tremor of submission.

In only three years, he had transformed from a Level-Sixty Soul Emperor into a Level-Seventy Soul Saint, condensed a Perfect Humanoid Soul Core, and broken through eleven dragon seals.

This cultivation speed, this bloodline talent, this magnitude of growth—even she, who had witnessed countless prodigies across the ages, could not help but be moved.

What puzzled her even more was this.

Every time he approached, she suppressed and drove him away. Each time, he was left humiliated and frustrated. Yet the affection, gentleness, and stubbornness in his eyes had remained the same for three years, never diminished in the slightest.

Beaten hundreds and thousands of times, yet he still treated her as he always had.

Gu Yue Na's cool gaze darkened slightly, and for the first time, an indescribably subtle emotion arose in her heart.

Strangeness, confusion, and a faint concern that even she herself had not noticed.

Tang Wulin noticed her gaze, but he did not show off or flaunt the joy of his breakthrough.

He merely slowly raised his eyes to look at that peerless figure in white, his gaze holding the same burning tenderness that had endured three years of wind and rain.

Three years chasing the dragon, never tiring despite a thousand setbacks.

Today, the sacred realm was achieved, and his dragon soul ascended once more.

He still was not completely certain he could move her, and he still did not dare hope that she would immediately fall for him.

But he was stronger than he had been three years ago.

Strong enough to protect himself, strong enough to stand firm in this dragon domain, strong enough to slowly walk into her world of ageless solitude.

Tang Wulin spoke softly, his voice gentle yet resolute, just as it had been in every pursuit over the past three years:

"Gu Yue, it has been three years."

"I am still here."

"In all the years to come, I will still be here."

The spirit mist of the Source of Myriad Dragons drifted leisurely, while lake water murmured softly.

A long pursuit across time, one that continued despite repeated defeat, was still ongoing.

But now, the youth bore a dragon soul, had a Sacred Core rooted within him, and possessed the absolute confidence to spend the rest of his life protecting her, warming her, and waiting for her.