On the Douluo Continent, in the Star Dou Great Forest, the dense woodland shut out even the sunlight. Within the forest, everything was dim and shadowy.
In the forest's Core Area lay a crystal-clear lake. White mist wreathed its surface, and a single breath of the air here was enough to refresh the spirit.
The trees along the shore all towered into the sky, their trunks so broad that more than twenty people would have needed to join hands to encircle them. Their majestic size and strength were inseparable from the life energy of the Lake of Life.
The life energy drifting from the Lake of Life also drew soul beasts to gather here. They came for nothing more than proximity to the lake, which not only helped their wounds heal quickly but also accelerated their cultivation.
A man stood beside the lake. He wore a black robe and appeared to be in his forties, with handsome, resolute features. A lock of golden hair hung from his forehead along one side of his face.
The middle-aged man stood there with a vacant gaze, sometimes looking up at the sky, sometimes down at the clear water before him, melancholy written across his face. Several others stood beside him. Some were tall, others short; some fat, others thin, each with a different bearing and appearance.
"God of Beasts."
A woman in an emerald-green dress quietly approached the middle-aged man and addressed him with the utmost respect.
"It has been a hundred years since the Dragon God's Ascension to the Divine Realm, hasn't it?" the middle-aged man in black asked.
"Today marks exactly one hundred years," the woman in the emerald-green dress replied.
"A hundred years. A hundred years have passed since the Dragon God's Ascension to the Divine Realm. Yet in all