Chapter 261: Dragon God Dragon Soul

After a long time had passed, Tang Wulin arrived at the peak on the side of a valley.

The valley had completely collapsed inward; though called a valley, it resembled more a basin.

Tang Wulin looked down, and then his body involuntarily shuddered.

Gazing out, the valley below stretched endlessly into the distance, where a deep twilight haze lingered with faint mist; yet within this kilometer-deep valley, countless huge bones filled every corner, and the moment Tang Wulin reached the edge and peered inward, an indescribable sorrow surged into his heart.

Instantly, an uncontrollable angry dragon roar burst from his mouth, echoing throughout the valley.

That long howl was tragic and desolate, as if a monarch watched his subjects die miserably before him, filled with reluctance and anger.

Inside Dragon Valley, a low dragon chant faintly echoed, the chant sounding like weeping and lament.

Beside him, the Water Fire Dragon King gazed at the scene in the valley, and even his innocent eyes flashed with a hint of sorrow.

Tang Wulin's dragon roar lasted several minutes before he vented the frustration in his heart; he took a deep breath, leapt, and jumped into the valley.

His body fell swiftly, but he felt no worry, for he believed his two best companions would help him.

As expected, just before he hit the ground, the Water Dragon King swiftly flew over and caught him.

Before landing on the Water Dragon King, Tang Wulin felt only a gentle force that slowed his speed and lessened the impact of his fall.

Tang Wulin jumped down from the Water Dragon King, his expression solemn as he surveyed the valley floor.

Upon landing, a bleak aura came from all directions, as if it would cause one's mind and spirit to congeal.

He closed his eyes, as if hearing the mournful cries of countless dragons.

Innumerable dragon corpses lay on the ground, exposed in the wilderness without even a basic burial ground.

Or perhaps this small world itself is their graveyard.

No wonder the Wind Dragon King asked him to bury the dragon bones; such a task is truly heartbreaking.

He resolved within himself to fulfill his promise to the Wind Dragon King.

He took a deep breath and said to the two Dragon Kings, "Sirs, please wait a moment; I'll go to the deepest part to have a look, and after I finish I'll begin burying these dragon bones."

Just then, he sensed an aura rising from the valley floor, faintly calling and luring him forward.

The Water Fire Dragon King nodded at him.

Tang Wulin thus began to advance toward the depths of the Dragon Tomb.

As the distance gradually closed, he could feel the distance between himself and the thing drawing him in shrinking.

Finally, after walking for several tens of minutes, he saw what was attracting him.

It was a huge dragon soul, its entire body shimmering with seven-colored light, even its scales were seven-colored in shape; looking at it, the scales on its body were irregular, each piece seemingly different in shape, yet they harmonized perfectly, like countless gems inlaid together.

It held its head high with pride, its whole body exuding an indescribable aura; at the instant Tang Wulin saw it, his Golden Dragon King bloodline surged violently, making him feel as if his blood essence were about to explode, and even the remaining ten Golden Dragon King seals within him trembled slightly.

This is……

A terrifying thought arose in Tang Wulin's mind.

"Dragon God?!" he never imagined that, upon reaching the deepest part of the Dragon Tomb, he would actually encounter the Dragon God's soul.

Being able to encounter several Dragon Kings in succession was already a tremendous fortune; encountering a Dragon God was something he dared not even think about.

Legend says this Dragon God is the god of all beasts, a mighty being that rules over all divine creatures on earth! After it fell for unknown reasons, true dragons rarely appeared on the Douluo Continent, to the point that one could say they no longer appear at all.

After that, the only true dragon spirit beast widely known to the world is the Golden-eyed Black Dragon King Di Tian.

Even Di Tian, legend says, is merely the chieftain of the black dragon clan, utterly incomparable to the Dragon God before him.

From this huge dragon soul, Tang Wulin felt a strong attraction pulling him forward to touch it.

He swallowed saliva, stepped forward a little, cautiously extended his hand, then quickly retracted it and stepped back two paces.

This is the Dragon God's soul; can he really touch it? Although he possesses the Golden Dragon King bloodline, in truth that bloodline accounts for at most half of the Dragon God's bloodline, and moreover he still has a long way to go before fully absorbing the Golden Dragon King bloodline.

Tang Wulin turned to the Water Fire Dragon King behind him and asked this question.

"Sirs, am I qualified to touch it?"

The Water Fire Dragon King nodded without hesitation, his eyes filled with earnestness as he looked at him.

Obviously, they were encouraging Tang Wulin to touch it.

With the guarantee of these two Dragon Kings, Tang Wulin finally felt a bit more confident.

This time he did not hesitate again; he turned around, took a deep breath, followed his inner desire, and touched the Dragon God's soul.

In an instant, his body shook violently, and an exalted dragon chant resonated throughout the small world.

Nearly all the dragon souls wandering in Dragon Valley instantly prostrated themselves on the ground, and all the dragon bones in the Dragon Tomb seemed to awaken, trembling slightly as if trying to struggle to stand.

Not only these dragon bones and souls, but the two Dragon Kings who had been following Tang Wulin also respectfully lay flat on the spot, as if paying homage to their sovereign.

Tang Wulin only felt that terrifying energy began to continuously emanate from the Dragon God's soul, with no pause or waste, all rushing swiftly into his body.

This feeling was terrible; he felt his body at that moment was like a balloon that could burst at any time.

Know that his current bodily strength had already reached a level that would astonish Xuanzi, yet he still felt he could die at any moment under this massive energy.

What's more frightening is that, as the Dragon God's power surged in, the Golden Dragon King seals that had previously stabilized within him became unstable again.

No way? Tang Wulin couldn't help but wryly smile; it's like a leaking roof met with continuous rain— the Dragon God's energy already overwhelmed him, threatening his life at any moment, and now the energy within the Golden Dragon King seals also chose this moment to interfere? But fate does not follow personal wishes; under Tang Wulin's somewhat despairing gaze, his ninth seal failed to hold for long and burst open, quickly followed by the tenth seal.

By the way, I saw a reader say that the Dragon Valley of Douluo IV drifted to Longma Star and was even dug up?

I've only read the first few volumes of Douluo IV, and I really didn't expect later to have such a disgusting plot.

I don't care; just as this book does not adopt Douluo IV's 'golden and silver double waste' setting, I also won't adopt Douluo IV's Dragon Valley setting, but will instead make certain adaptations based on Douluo III.

Here I ask those readers who have read Douluo IV to forget that pile of excuses.

(End of chapter)