To Wear the Crown, Bear Its Weight

"The five Supreme Gods of the God Realm Committee besieged Lord Dragon God. Though Lord Dragon God was immensely powerful, he was ultimately unable to fight five alone.

In the end, Asura God launched a sneak attack and split him in two. One half became the Golden Dragon King, who remained imprisoned in the God Realm to this day;

and I am the other half. Although I ultimately escaped the God Realm, I was gravely wounded. I have been slowly recovering at the bottom of the Lake of Life, but it will still take at least twenty thousand years for me to fully recover, and my strength has been greatly diminished.

In that divine war, without Lord Dragon God's leadership, coupled with the ever-growing strength and numbers of the human gods,

the soul beast race suffered a crushing defeat. Those who did not die were raised in captivity by the gods, never again able to obtain freedom.

Furthermore, to prevent such a thing from happening again, the God Realm Committee decreed that soul beasts could never become gods, forever cementing the rule of human gods and leaving the soul beast race with no chance of rising again." The Silver Dragon King spoke slowly, her tone full of sorrow and hatred, carrying boundless killing intent.

"So you came to find me because my martial soul contains Dragon Clan bloodline. You want me to help you break the shackles imposed by the God Realm Committee that prevent soul beasts from ever becoming gods?" Mu Chen continued.

As for the truth behind that divine war, no one could know for certain now. Though the Silver Dragon King described it this way, she viewed the matter from the soul beasts' perspective;

if the God Realm Committee were to tell the story, they might say

that they had been forced to start that divine war, that the Dragon God had suffered a problem in his cultivation and begun slaughtering human gods, and that they had ultimately eradicated the soul beast race's power to safeguard the God Realm as a whole.

The truth clearly did not matter. The outcome was what mattered: the soul beasts had suffered a devastating defeat, the God Realm was completely controlled by the God Realm Committee, and soul beasts could never become gods.

"That's right, Mu Chen. I was originally healing my wounds in slumber, but the intense, pure, noble Dragon Clan aura contained within your martial soul awakened me.

Although I firmly believe that Lord Dragon God was the ancestor and creator of all soul beasts, the founder of every dragon, the aura of the Azure Dragon before me exceeds the bounds of my understanding.

Though it is not Lord Dragon God's bloodline, its Dragon Clan bloodline seems even nobler, purer, and richer than Lord Dragon God's. This means that once you become a god,

your strength will surpass even Lord Dragon God's. What Lord Dragon God could not accomplish back then, you may be able to achieve. It also means the soul beast race can break free from these shackles.

And with your current talent and the speed at which humans cultivate, you need only a few decades, perhaps even ten-odd years, to achieve it." The Silver Dragon King spoke with growing eagerness.

"Can I refuse? By your logic, with the soul beasts' current strength, are you still dreaming? You think just you and I can overturn the current situation?" Mu Chen shook his head.

With the soul beasts' current power, their strongest viable combatant was the severely wounded Gu Yuena. The other soul beasts did not even have a single god among them. Forget a Supreme God like the God of Destruction—even if a first-class god came, the soul beasts would not have anyone capable of fighting them. What could they use to oppose the God Realm? Stubbornness?

It would be enough for him to fight Tang San on Douluo Continent and unite the continent. There was truly no need to go head-to-head with those people in the God Realm.

"This...

I can represent the soul beast race and offer you the greatest support on your path to godhood. No matter what kind of soul ring you desire, even I can sacrifice myself to you, so long as you agree to my request." The Silver Dragon King's voice rang out, somewhat subdued.

Gu Yuena was so proud, yet for the sake of a mere possibility, she was willing to lower her proud head.

"Silver Dragon King, I'm sorry, but I don't need it. Whatever you can offer me, I can obtain myself.

I have no connection to the soul beast race, nor do I have any obligation to help you resist the God Realm. You don't need to do this." Mu Chen firmly refused.

Hearing Mu Chen's words, the Silver Dragon King fell silent. Two trails of clear tears actually streamed from her violet dragon eyes, dripping onto the ground.

Mu Chen sighed inwardly at the sight, but there was nothing he could do.

He was not alone. Behind him stood Uncle Ning, Sword Bone Douluo, Rongrong, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and his beloved Xue'er.

There was simply no reason to risk a life-and-death struggle against the entire God Realm for the Silver Dragon King, whom he had only just met.

The risk was enormous, and there was no guarantee they could succeed.

The two remained silent for a moment. Mu Chen looked timidly at the silver giant dragon before him, then said, "Say, Silver Dragon King, you're not going to kill the two of us, are you?"

If she truly intended to do so, then he and Grandpa Sword would not have the slightest ability to resist. The two of them were still far from godhood.

"No. Merely because your martial soul possesses a Dragon Clan bloodline that has never appeared before, I will not kill you.

In a sense, once you become a god, the Dragon Clan's bloodline will have a place in the God Realm as well.

I will erase the memories you two have of me. Let it be... let it be as though we had never met." The Silver Dragon King spoke in a low voice.

"Is it worth it, just for such an illusory possibility?" Mu Chen asked.

"There is no question of whether it is worth it. This is my mission, and the meaning of my continued existence. You give me a very special feeling. I believe you can accomplish what I cannot, perhaps even what Lord Dragon God could not.

Perhaps I am simply too foolish, too desperate, but I truly have no other choice." The Silver Dragon King said sorrowfully.

All land-dwelling soul beasts under heaven were her people. Since she held such a position,

even if she could not see hope, she still had no hesitation and no other choice.

Forget it. What is fated will come; what is not fated cannot be forced. Asking someone I have only just met to help me like this was indeed thoughtless of me. I was too impatient.

The Silver Dragon King closed her violet dragon eyes, preparing to use her powerful spiritual force to erase Mu Chen's and Sword Douluo's memories of her.