Beside Xu Tianran, Long Xiaoyao stepped forward with an indifferent expression and looked up at the sky, a trace of intense surprise crossing his face.
A hundred-thousand-year soul beast?
Hundred-thousand-year soul beasts were not actually rare. What was rare was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast tamed by humans.
"Uncle Long, what is it?" Xu Tianran sat calmly before a map, looking down at it. The Sun Moon Empire's battle flags already covered city after city.
"They're here!" Long Xiaoyao said.
Three years had passed. With the Death God Douluo's help, this former foremost Titled Douluo among humans had condensed his third core, a blood qi soul core. With three soul cores within him, he could already faintly sense the possibility of advancing another step.
He was not far from becoming a demigod. At the very least, he would be no weaker than Di Tian.
"Oh!" A profound gleam appeared in Xu Tianran's eyes. "Then let us meet the director of the Civilization Research Institute, who has been missing for three years!"
Xu Tianran emerged from the Imperial Palace and ordered its guards to withdraw.
Jiang Hai's party descended from the sky, their gazes settling on Xu Tianran. They could see the exhaustion filling his eyes and the strands of gray in his hair. He looked like an old man whose life flickered like a candle in the wind, yet he was only in his forties!
Jiang Hai's heart sank. He knew that the assassination attempt had cost Xu Tianran more than his legs and his manhood; it had also dealt a devastating blow to the very source of his life. After years of rising early and retiring late, wholly devoted to unifying the world, he had little time left.
Jiang Hai bowed slightly. "Greetings, Your Majesty, Senior Dragon. Congratulations, Senior Dragon.