Chapter 13: None Can Disturb Him

Dragging his heavily wounded and broken body, Emperor Tian glanced back with great fury at the human god, and then with a huge hand, he gathered several dragon eggs, which were cracked and broken on the surface, and quickly fled into the distance, chasing after the brilliant silver light.

Sigh...

A silent sigh escaped from Emperor Tian's lips.

True pure-blooded dragons are extremely difficult to breed, and each true dragon egg is extremely precious. The Dragon God would collect all the dragon eggs from his clan and imbue them with the divine radiance of the God King, hoping for a better future.

As the captain of the personal guard and a close minister to the emperor, Emperor Tian naturally took on the responsibility of protecting the dragon eggs.

However, the battle between the divine beasts and the human gods was so fierce that even the aftermath of the battle caused the dragon eggs to crack, even with Emperor Tian's divine defense.

After fleeing to the Douluo Continent, even though he used all his effort to nurture the dragon eggs with the essence of his true dragon blood, it was to no avail. The dragon eggs gradually lost their vitality.

At that time, Emperor Tian was too weak, his strength had dropped significantly, his divine position shattered in the battle, and the rules of the plane stripped him of his divine beast form, causing him to fall to the level of a soul beast.

After countless years of nurturing and using the essence of true dragon blood and the energy left by the stillborn dragon eggs, the last and only dragon egg successfully survived the life-threatening ordeal and hatched perfectly.

It was the dragon, named Ziji, a new star of the dragon clan, whose bloodline could rival Emperor Tian's own. With the attributes of Yin Water and a powerful devouring ability, Ziji ranked ninth among the ten most ferocious beasts on the continent.

During the process of reviewing the Dragon God's great battle and death tribulation through the seven-colored dragon soul, the process of merging with the dragon soul also proceeded.

At this moment, Emperor Tian had already revealed his true form. With his cultivation close to a million years, his dragon body was now a hundred meters long!

The seven-colored energy flowed into his body, but it did not bring him any pressure. There was no resistance, and it was even less intense than the reaction from the previously fierce dragon souls.

It seemed that although the Dragon God exuded great majesty, he was quite gentle with his kin.

Emperor Tian's black gemstone-like dragon scales were now covered with a layer of seven-colored mist, which filtered through light.

As the energy entered his body, the Dragon God's soul began to fade.

At its center, a spherical crystal appeared, its gold and silver colors swirling, with a nine-colored aura floating around it. The crystal emitted a mysterious aura, which was unmistakably the Dragon God's core, the Dragon God's essence!

The illusory seven-colored dragon soul was fully absorbed by Emperor Tian, and the nine-colored Dragon God's core followed his guidance and entered his body.

Of course, this wasn't Emperor Tian absorbing the Dragon God's core. He was merely collecting it.

The Dragon God's core contained vast amounts of energy and was essential for the Dragon God's return. Moreover, it was an artifact of immense power, far beyond what Emperor Tian could absorb at present.

Emperor Tian's enormous dragon eyes opened, and the seven-colored dragon pupils emitted a terrifying light.

He resisted the urge to let out an excited dragon roar and instead transformed into his human form. He sat down cross-legged, motionless, like an old monk in meditation.

A layer of seven-colored light gradually covered his body, as if a colorful glaze was being brushed onto his form.

Once he entered meditation, he remained in it for many days.

Outside the world...

The mental energy spread by the Demon Emperor suddenly reacted, as if a strange force entered the mental web, like an intruder.

"It's been so many days, and he still hasn't come out… Is he preparing for the tribulation inside? Or has something unexpected happened?" the Demon Emperor muttered, with some concern.

She could sense that Emperor Tian had not fallen. Such a powerful existence as Emperor Tian could not possibly disappear without a trace, even if he fell within a small world.

From her judgment, Emperor Tian was either preparing to face the tribulation or already undergoing it.

Whether preparing for or going through the tribulation, it was the weakest time for him. Not a single disturbance could be allowed, for even the slightest fluctuation of thoughts could result in failure. Especially since Emperor Tian was facing the million-year soul beast tribulation, a tribulation that was almost as deadly as a death tribulation for soul beasts!

"Anyway… no one can disturb him," the Demon Emperor's beautiful eyes narrowed, and her figure vanished suddenly from her hiding place in the forest.

At this time, atop a distant mountain.

"Wu Lao."

A stone-built small house's door opened, and an old man, tall yet slightly stooped, stepped out, leaning on a black wooden cane.

He looked at the black-level fighter in front of him and then turned to the thirty white-level fighters behind him.

"These young ones have decent potential. Are you ready? Once you are, come with me."

"We're ready," the black-level fighter responded respectfully.

The thirty white-level fighters, wearing masks, were secretly surprised. Their leader was a black-level fighter, yet he treated this old man with such respect.

Was he a Title Douluo? Or simply a senior with a high rank?

After all, according to the strict rules of the Tang Sect's Soul Hall, white-level fighters like them were required to be at least at the Four-ring level, and they should possess at least one piece of battle armor. Yellow-level fighters needed to be above the Five-ring level, while Purple-level fighters had to be above the Six-ring level with two-character battle armor.

A black-level fighter, on the other hand, was above the Seven-ring level, a three-character battle armor master capable of unleashing combat power equivalent to Nine-rings.

Just as they were pondering, the black-level fighter turned around and said solemnly:

"We've already gone over this mission. What you have to do is very simple: stay in the Dragon Valley small world for as long as possible."

"This will be the best opportunity and training for you, and it's a special benefit for us from the Soul Hall."

"Any disciple who stays inside for three months will be promoted directly to Yellow-level fighter, bypassing the usual requirements."

"Anyone who doesn't stay for at least a month will lose their status as a fighter."

"Understood!"

As they all responded in unison, Wu Lao had already reached the cliff edge.

"Boom boom boom…" The black wooden cane struck the ground repeatedly.

A massive wave of soul power suddenly burst out from his body.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings appeared around him, rising into the air.

The white-level fighters stood straight, their bodies instinctively stiffening when they saw the nine soul rings.

It was a Title Douluo! At least a three-character battle armor master, perhaps even a four-character one!

A four-character battle armor combined with a Title Douluo was on the brink of the ultimate power level!

What was ultimate power? To these four-ring Soul Ancestors, it was synonymous with invincibility!

At this moment, light patterns emerged beneath Wu Lao, intricate and beautiful.

Before long, an ancient soul guide formation took shape.

(End of Chapter)