The Silver Dragon King Appears

The God Level light above Jialing Pass reached its peak intensity at midnight.

Tang San and Bibi Dong faced off high in the sky on the eastern side of the pass. Every time the Sea God Trident clashed with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, it created a vortex of Soul Power interwoven with blue and purple on the sky.

The clouds within a radius of several miles were completely torn apart.

The western sky was filled with the holy light of Qian Renxue's Angel Holy Light. When the six wings were spread, each wing was like a small sun, illuminating the plains beyond the pass in every detail.

Nan Feng stood atop the city wall, the tower suspended in front of him. The silvery-white Purification light of the eighth floor continuously supported the Tower Realm, its shadow stretching across half of Jialing Pass, isolating the God Level pressure outside the city walls.

The Mountain Suppression Art connects to the earth's spiritual veins. The aftershocks of all the God Level battles are channeled underground through the city walls, allowing the Soul Master on the city walls to stabilize their positions under this double protection.

The rejection between Tang San's two divine cores is becoming increasingly severe.

Nan Feng gazed into the distance with his Peng Eye. His golden pupils pierced through the interference of God Level light, allowing him to see the alternating flashes of sea-blue divine light and dark red Asura Power on Tang San's body.

The frequency is almost twice as fast as before.

With each flash, Tang San's movements would freeze for a moment. Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Demon Scythe would always seize that fleeting opening and deliver a fatal blow.

Tang San has been able to hold on until now thanks to the combined Divine Power of the Sea God and the Asura God. This suppression is weakening as the power continues to be depleted.

Qian Renxue's attacks became increasingly fierce.

After the complete descent of the Six-Winged Angel, her holy light not only suppressed dark attribute Soul Power but also Purification all Soul Power structures. Every time the Angel Holy Sword struck, the protective array on the city wall trembled violently, and dense ripples appeared on the surface of the Tower Realm's light membrane.

Nan Feng sensed that the Purification Power of the eighth layer was being consumed faster by Qian Renxue's attacks Bibi Dong.

The holy light attribute of the Angel Godhood is completely different from the corrosive attribute of the Rakshasa Godhood. Holy light is a pure Purification power; the sealing power of the Tower Realm is stripped away layer by layer in the face of holy light, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

"Her holy light is restraining your Tower Realm." Old Huai stood up from the immortal tree, his expression turning somber on his remnant soul's solidified face.

"The divine attributes of the Angel Godhood are not directly related to your Primordial World Power. However, her total holy light is purer than your Purification Power. If you had the ninth ring, the power of World Creation at the ninth level could suppress her holy light to less than 30%. But right now you only have the eighth level."

"I know." Nan Feng pulled the tower back into his palm.

The liquid Immortal Power in his dantian had dropped to 50%, and many cracks in his meridians had healed under the repair of the Primordial World Power. His Level 97 Soul Power surged through his meridians, the eighth layer was completely opened, and he had not yet obtained the ninth ring.

The door to the ninth floor has silver dragon runes that flicker on and off, waiting for the last key.

Just then, the sky in the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest brightened.

A silver light rose from the horizon, like a giant silver sword stretching across the sky, cleaving the night in two. The silver light moved with incredible speed.

The hundreds of miles from the Star Dou Great Forest to Jialing Pass were traversed in the blink of an eye. Wherever the silver light passed, a trail of silver-blue Dragon God runes remained in the air, each rune radiating the ancient pressure of the dragon race.

Gu Yuena has arrived.

A silver light condensed into a human shape Jialing Pass. Gu Yuena floated in the night sky, her silver hair flowing backward amidst the surge of the Dragon God's Power, and silvery-white dragon scale patterns spread from her skirt to her entire body.

Her silver eyes locked onto the blazing white Angel Holy Light on the west side, and she glanced down at Nan Feng on the city wall.

"Boy, light up the tower." Gu Yuena's voice came from the sky, not loud, but each word was clear as if engraved, "Use your Primordial World Power to suppress her divinity."

Nan Feng did not hesitate. He threw the tower out, and the nine-story bronze tower expanded to a height of ten zhang in the air.

The silver-white Purification light of the eighth floor and the silver-blue Samsara light of the seventh floor simultaneously erupted to their limits. The Suppress Mountains and Rivers at the bottom of the tower poured down, but this time the tower's shadow did not cover the city walls, but instead extended towards Qian Renxue.

A net of light spread across the night sky, covering a space Qian Renxue.

The Primordial World Power surged from Nan Feng's body, flowing into that space along the light net of the tower. Golden light flowed within the silvery-white light membrane of the Tower Realm, tinting the holy light surrounding Qian Renxue with a layer of gold.

Qian Renxue is currently locked in combat with Tang San.

The Angel Divinity suddenly trembled violently. The golden light pierced through the holy light shield and directly touched the core of the divine core.

An invisible pressure formed on the surface of the divine essence by a power even more ancient than that of the Divine Realm.

The divine position's operation speed suddenly slowed down. The output of the six-winged holy light dropped to 30% in that instant.

"What--"

Qian Renxue's pupils shrank to a single point.

Gu Yuena moved.

A silvery-white dragon claw materialized in the palm of the hand, with silver Dragon God runes rotating on it, each rune containing ancient dragon power.

She thrust the dragon claw towards Qian Renxue. A streak of silver light, spanning a hundred paces, shot out from the claw's tip.

The silver light was faster than Qian Renxue's reaction. In the instant her divine essence was suppressed by the Primordial World Power, she didn't have time to reactivate her holy light shield before the silver dragon claw struck her left wing.

The first wing on the left of the six wings twisted under the impact of the silver light. Holy light burst out from the torn wings, and Qian Renxue's figure flew backward, drawing a blazing white arc hundreds of meters long in the night sky.

"Little girl, your wings are quite bright." Gu Yuena retracted her dragon claws, her silver eyes remaining calm. "But before the Silver Dragon Power, even Angel Godhood is insignificant."

Qian Renxue steadied herself. The first wing on her left side could no longer be fully deployed, and holy light continued to leak from the crack.

Her face was cold and stern. Her gaze shifted from Gu Yuena to Nan Feng on the city wall, then back to Gu Yuena. Her purple eyes stared at Gu Yuena for two breaths before she spoke.

"Silver Dragon King," Qian Renxue's voice came from the sky, "Why are you helping him?"

Gu Yuena did not answer.

Her silver eyes moved from Qian Renxue to Nan Feng, and then from Nan Feng to Tang San, who was locked in battle with Bibi Dong on the eastern side of the pass. There was an ancient emotion in her gaze, as if she were scrutinizing him, or perhaps confirming him.

"Because of his path." Gu Yuena's voice was soft, each word clearly falling over Jialing Pass.

"His Primordial World Power can suppress both Angel Divinity and Rakshasa God Status. He is the only one capable of completely sealing off the Abyss."

The Angel Holy Light emanating from Qian Renxue's body fluctuated violently for a moment.

She made her decision. All six wings retracted simultaneously, and the holy light receded from her body. She descended from the sky and landed on the plain outside the pass, about three hundred paces from the Jialing Pass city wall.

She neither continued her attack nor retreated.

"Bibi Dong," Qian Renxue relayed to the eastern battlefield, "The Silver Dragon King has intervened. Retreat."

The Rakshasa God on the east side surged.

Bibi Dong's purple eyes pierced the night sky and locked onto Gu Yuena, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe trembling violently in her palm. She stared at the silver light for two breaths, but ultimately chose not to continue the attack. The Rakshasa Divine Power receded from her body, and the phantom of the Twin Spider Emperor gradually faded behind her.

"Silver Dragon King," Bibi Dong's voice came from the east, cold as a blade, "You can protect him for a time, but not forever. The Rakshasa God's divine position is complete; when I make my next move..."

"By the time you make your move next time, he'll already have his ninth ring." Gu Yuena interrupted her, her silver eyes unwavering. "By then, your Rakshasa God Status won't last three rounds against his tower."

Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Power fluctuated for a moment. She didn't speak again, turned around and rushed towards the Spirit Hall camp, the dark purple pillar of light dissipating in the night sky.

Qian Renxue also turned and retreated. The blazing white holy light drew an arc in the night sky and disappeared at the edge of the plains beyond the pass.

Nan Feng stood atop the city wall and pulled the tower back into his palm. The tower's shadow receded from half of the Jialing Pass, and the silvery-white Purification light of the eighth floor subsided on the tower's surface.

He sensed that the liquid Immortal Power in his dantian had dropped to 40%, and there were multiple cracks in his meridians. The tower itself did not collapse.

The door to the ninth floor opened a crack again amidst the previous resonance, and the silver dragon runes flickered on the surface of the door.

Gu Yuena descended from the sky, landing three steps to Nan Feng's side. Her silver hair fluttered in the night wind, and silver-white dragon scale patterns swirled on the hem of her skirt.

She looked at the tower in Nan Feng's palm, a hint of approval in her silver eyes.

"Your Primordial World Power suppressed her Angel Divinity," Gu Yuena said calmly. "In that instant, her holy light diminished to thirty percent. If it weren't for sparing her life, I would have shattered her divine status."

Nan Feng took the tower into his palm. The door to the ninth floor became clearer with the resonance, and the silver dragon runes stabilized on the surface of the door.

He looked up at Gu Yuena, his Peng Eye gleaming with a golden light.

"You just said that I would get my ninth ring."

Gu Yuena nodded.

"The Silver Dragon Scale activated the Dragon God Imprint on the ninth level of your tower. You don't need to look for Million-Year Soul Ring on the Douluo Continent; you can go to the Abyssal Outer Domain. There are plenty of million-year-old Soul Beast in the Abyss."

Nan Feng was silent for a moment. The red ribbon on her left wrist fluttered in the night wind. In the Tower Spirit Space, Zi JI's dragon scale orb and Gu Yuena's Silver Dragon Scale hung side by side, one purple and one silver.

"The Abyssal Outer Domain," Nan Feng said.

A glint flashed in Gu Yuena's silver eyes.

"Once you have mastered all 108 divine abilities, come find me at Dragon God Lake. I will tell you the entrance to the Abyssal Outer Domain."

She turned and walked towards the Star Dou Great Forest, stopping after taking three steps without looking back.

"Today is just the beginning. Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue won't let this go. Next time they make their move, you must have your ninth ring."

After taking her fifth step, her figure transformed into a streak of silver light, sweeping towards the Star Dou Great Forest. The silver light left a silver archway spanning hundreds of feet across the night sky, illuminating the entire horizon.

After the arched bridge disappeared, night once again enveloped Jialing Pass.

Nan Feng stood atop the city wall, the tower suspended in front of him. The door to the ninth floor became clearer under the activation of the silver dragon runes, and the power behind the door stirred from its slumber.

The red ribbon on his left wrist fluttered in the night breeze. He looked up at the eastern horizon, where the morning light was rising.