Outsider Di Tian

At the heart of the Source of Myriad Dragons, the mist was gentle, and the evening breeze tender.

The golden dragon and silver dragon embraced, clinging to one another. The love that had been delayed for three years finally shattered the ice completely. Years of restraint and step-by-step self-control melted away in the tenderness of their constant embraces.

Tang Wulin held the soft girl in his arms, the anger in his eyes gone, leaving only endless indulgence.

Gu Yue curled up in his embrace, her purple eyes shimmering with moisture. The pride of the aloof Dragon Emperor, cold for tens of thousands of years, had completely fallen away, leaving only shyness and gentleness meant for him alone.

Heaven and earth were gentle; fate had reconciled.

Only the stone clearing in the woods not far away lay in utter silence.

Di Tian stood frozen in place, the dark dragon fur all over his body nearly standing on end. It was as though he had been struck over and over by heavenly lightning, his head buzzing. The worldview of this supreme million-year soul beast had shattered completely, leaving nothing behind.

He had originally followed his lord's orders and silently guarded the edge of the Source of Myriad Dragons.

For three years, day after day, he had watched an utterly bizarre scene—

That supreme being, lofty and solitary through the ages, emotionless and desireless, the Silver Dragon King who controlled the fate of the dragon clan.

Every day, she personally suppressed, personally sent flying, and personally coldly rejected that Golden Dragon King youth.

Every day, the youth waited with unwavering devotion. Even after being beaten, he would not leave. He fought on after every defeat, stubbornly refusing to let go.

After watching for three years, Di Tian had long since become firmly convinced of the outcome:

—His lord was holy and emotionless, incapable of understanding love, indifferent to all living things.

—This human youth was simply indulging in wishful thinking and asking for suffering.

—The destinies of gold and silver stood opposed; they would never coexist.

He had even silently sympathized with Tang Wulin every day.

He thought the boy was far too miserable.

His talent was clearly heaven-defying, his bloodline supreme. In three years, he had risen from Soul Emperor to Soul Saint, opened eleven layers of dragon souls, and condensed a perfect soul core. He could be called the greatest prodigy of all time.

Yet he insisted on struggling against his impossible lord, getting beaten until he was covered in injuries every day, looking utterly wretched. He was truly pitiful and stubborn.

Even just now, Di Tian had secretly sighed to himself:

His lord has finally softened her heart and stopped suppressing him. At least she has given this persistent youth a little dignity.

But what happened?!!

In only a few moments!!

He had personally witnessed—

The Silver Dragon King, emotionless for ten thousand years, lofty and solitary through all ages, cold enough to reject all living beings!!

She had taken the initiative to confess, taken the initiative to let her defenses crumble, and taken the initiative to reveal her deep love!

That human youth had gripped her by the neck and forcefully kissed her!!

Most outrageous of all—

His supreme Dragon Lord!! Actually stood on tiptoe to meet him!! And even blushed!!!

Di Tian: "????????"

The Dao heart tempered by a million years of cultivation suffered an epic collapse for the first time.

His mind was completely scrambled. Countless question marks flooded his thoughts, and his entire worldview failed to reboot on the spot.

Three years of suppression? An act!

Three years of coldness? A performance!

Three years of unfamiliarity? A lie!

So for three whole years!!

His lord remembered everything!! Understood everything!!

She did not fail to understand love!

She had not lost her memories!

This was not their first meeting!

She had been fully aware the entire time, restraining herself the entire time, pretending to be cold the entire time, watching the youth suffer through it all alone!

In an instant, Di Tian recalled every scene from the past three years—

He remembered the youth being blasted away by dragon might again and again, coughing blood as he collapsed, while his lord remained expressionless, her eyes unmoved.

He remembered the youth sitting alone on stone steps late at night, lonely and longing, while his lord stood silently upon the divine platform and secretly watched him.

He remembered the youth training until he collapsed, covered in injuries, while his lord seemed indifferent but secretly harmonized the aura of life around him.

He remembered how he had occasionally wanted to drive Tang Wulin away, only to be subtly warned and secretly stopped by his lord!

Every detail he had failed to understand before!

At this moment, they all connected, and the truth instantly became clear!!

It was not that his lord was heartless!! His lord was secretly in love and pretending to be cold!!

It was not that the youth loved alone!! They were both restraining themselves!!

Di Tian stood stiffly in the wind, his body rigid, his dragon form trembling faintly. He was dumbfounded beyond measure.

He had lived for a million years. He had seen the rise and fall of the dragon clan, seen wars between gods and demons, seen seas turn into mulberry fields.

He had never seen such an absurd Dragon Emperor!!

She clearly loved him desperately, her obsession profound enough to follow him across time and space.

Yet she had forcibly pretended to be heartless for three years, personally beating up the one she loved every day!!

The worst part was—

He was the only one who had been an idiot for all three years!!

He had sympathized with a tragic lover for three years,

Only to find out they had been running toward each other, secretly in love all along!!

Everyone else was sweet and blissful, their destiny fulfilled.

Only Di Tian had been kept completely in the dark, fooled for three years!!

Di Tian's mouth twitched wildly, and his heart collapsed in despair:

My lord... if you wanted to date... you could have said so earlier?!

You beat him every day, acted cold, acted unfamiliar—who were you performing for?!

I am a supreme soul beast of more than seven hundred thousand years, and I spent three years watching like an idiot, believing every bit of it!!

I even pitied this boy every day!! So it turns out the clown was me?!!

He looked at the golden and silver dragons embracing tenderly in the distance. He looked at the Silver Dragon Lord, who had always been without sorrow or joy and untouched by worldly matters, now gazing with nothing but gentleness as she leaned dependently against the human youth.

Her purple eyes overflowed with affection, no longer carrying even a trace of the Dragon Emperor's majesty.

Di Tian fell completely silent.

Fine.

He understood now.

The two supreme beings of the dragon clan, the Golden-Silver Dragon Gods.

Their destinies had tangled across time. They were secretly in love with each other, everyone was acting, and only he had been deceived for three years.

Di Tian silently turned around and silently retreated deeper into the forest.

He did not dare look, think, or ask.

If he kept watching, his million-year Dao heart truly would shatter beyond repair.

Today, at the Source of Myriad Dragons.

Lin Yue was fulfilled, and fate's ice had melted.

Only Di Tian's worldview had collapsed, leaving him dumbfounded alone.

A shattered worldview took only an instant, but fully accepting his fate took merely half a quarter of an hour.

Di Tian hid deep within the spiritual mist, his dark dragon eyes staring blankly at the embracing pair by the lake. He remained frozen there for a long while.

His initial shock, confusion, and disbelief slowly shifted into helplessness, numbness, and finally—complete surrender.

He had lived for a million years and followed the Silver Dragon Lord through ancient ages. He had thought he understood his lord's nature best.

Only today did he realize:

He understood nothing.

The Silver Dragon Emperor who stood high above all, without emotion or desire, looking down upon eternity and coldly rejecting all living beings, was secretly the best at acting, the best at enduring, and the best at bottling up a secret crush for three years.

In public: a cold Dragon Emperor, suppressing the Golden Dragon King, keeping strangers away.

In private: remembering everything, aching for him all along, watching him all along, secretly softening her heart.

Even more outrageous was that Golden Dragon King youth.

Three years of beatings, three years of being blasted away, three years of cold treatment—yet not only did he refuse to leave, he grew braver with every setback and more devoted with every blow.

If it had been any Title Douluo or any hundred-thousand-year soul beast, they would have long since nursed towering hatred and drawn their blades against her.

Only Tang Wulin—being beaten was flirting, and being blasted away was just the prelude to a romance.

Di Tian was exhausted.

Fine.

I understand now.

The destiny of the Golden-Silver Dragon Gods is not opposition and slaughter. It is loving each other, tormenting each other, acting, and deceiving each other.

I am the only honest one who took it seriously for three years.

The moment he fully understood, Di Tian instantly let go. His mentality even evolved directly—from a baffled bystander into a personal CP-shipping steward.

His lord had never truly tried to kill him, never truly hated him. It had been mutual secret love all along.

This human youth was the future Golden Dragon King, his lord's destined other half.

And in the entire Source of Myriad Dragons, aside from him, no one was worthy of watching this love that spanned eternity.

So why remain serious? Give up! Ship them!

From that day on, the atmosphere of the Source of Myriad Dragons went completely off course.

Before, when Di Tian stood guard:

He was meticulous, solemn, and imposing. He kept a close eye on Tang Wulin, guarding against him overstepping and approaching his lord, always ready to suppress him.

Now, when Di Tian stood guard:

He crouched in the mist with his vision fully open, quietly enjoyed the show, and consciously drove away every low-level soul beast that intruded, eliminating anything that might disturb his lord's romance.

Not only did he stop blocking them, he actively cleared away obstacles to their relationship.

Afternoon.

Tang Wulin sat with Gu Yue by the shore of Spirit Lake. The youth casually brushed dust from her shoulder, his fingertips gentle.

Gu Yue's purple eyes curved softly. A long-lost smile, one that truly came from her heart, rippled across her features—clear and tender.

Several thousand-year intelligent soul beasts in the distance did not know their place and tried to approach the source of Spirit Lake.

Before, Di Tian would have merely suppressed and driven them away.

Now—

Di Tian released a trace of dragon aura, silently crushing every thought the soul beasts had of approaching. He directly cleared out the entire forbidden zone, silently grumbling to himself:

Get lost, get lost, get lost! Do not disturb my lord and His Highness the Golden Dragon King while they are dating!

Evening.

The breeze was slightly cool. Gu Yue's body was delicate, and she was somewhat sensitive to the cold.

Seeing this, Tang Wulin immediately took off his outer robe, gently draped it over her shoulders, and drew her into his arms to shield her from the wind.

Gu Yue obediently leaned against him, her purple eyes half-closed. Not a trace of the Dragon Emperor's presence remained; there was only soft, tender dependence.

Di Tian, hidden behind the mist, silently nodded.

Not bad. Sensible. He knows how to cherish my lord.

Three years of beatings were not for nothing. He has finally made it through.

Night.

In the past, Di Tian would patrol the Source of Myriad Dragons every night, afraid that Tang Wulin would cross the line in the dead of night and disturb his lord's quiet cultivation.

Now, during his nightly patrols—

Di Tian only glanced from afar:

He saw the youth quietly cultivating cross-legged at her side, neither noisy nor disruptive;

He saw his lord appearing to cultivate in silence, while most of her divine sense actually lingered around the youth, secretly protecting his cultivation.

Di Tian was completely numb, and even expertly savored the sweetness:

I understand.

One pretends to be cold while secretly protecting the other; one knows it will be difficult but stubbornly presses forward.

Both are stubborn, both deeply devoted.

The two supreme beings of the dragon clan, bound by a destiny of ten thousand years, were ultimately just playing at a secret-love tug-of-war.

His million-year Dao heart was completely reforged.

He no longer troubled himself over the dragon clan's revival, the opposition between humans and dragons, or disputes of fate.

His lord dating = the dragon clan's greatest joy.

His Highness the Golden Dragon King sincerely treating his lord well = the dragon clan's future was secure.

Di Tian even silently made a decision in his heart:

From now on, he would never cause trouble.

He would never suppress Tang Wulin.

He would never expose the pair's little awkwardness.

Whoever dared disturb Lin Yue's tender moments would be the first one he sent flying!

Not only had he given up, he had become a full-time CP protector, full-time area-clearer, and full-time gossip eater.

By the lake.

Tang Wulin lowered his head and looked at the gently smiling girl in his arms. His fingertips lightly stroked her hair as he teased in a low voice:

"You hid it well. You fooled me so badly."

Gu Yue's cheeks reddened. She buried herself in his chest and softly admitted her fault:

"I will not hide it anymore. I will never lie to you again."

Tender and lingering, the years were peaceful.

Deep within the mist, Di Tian stood quietly as Youyou sighed softly.

Enough.

From this day onward.

The ten thousand years of storms in the Star Dou Great Forest and the million years of the dragon clan's rise and fall could not compare to one fulfilled love for his lord.

He, Di Tian, supreme ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest, Black Dragon Saint King, and chief steward of the dragon clan.

From then on, he gained a hidden profession—

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The Source of Myriad Dragons' number one CP shipper and personal bodyguard.

He would witness it all, escort it all the way, slack off and feast on gossip throughout, never missing a moment.

After all, his two Dragon Venerables had fallen in love, hidden it from the entire world, and only wronged him, one honest old dragon.