Chapter 166: The Tomb of Ten Thousand Dragons — Dragon Valley!
Gu Yue finally nodded, thinking for a moment before grasping Jiang Chen's intent.
After all, when one sought to become a god, there was only one possible place among the dragon race—the Dragon Tomb.
But still… how did he know about it?
Only she and Di Tian should have that knowledge!
"Are you going or not?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Of course I'm going!" she answered immediately. How could she not go?
"Then, where is the Dragon Tomb?"
If he truly knew its location, she could seize the Dragon God's Heart and reclaim her divine throne. With her watching, he wouldn't have the chance to stir up trouble.
"I'm warning you," she said coldly, "don't get any ideas. If all you want is to strengthen your chance at ascension, I can accept that—but if you dare to covet the Dragon God's Heart, that's my bottom line!"
"Alright, alright," Jiang Chen said lightly, "there are no living dragons left in the tomb. What bad thoughts could I even have?"
He reached out as if to pat her head, but Gu Yue swiftly dodged, glaring fiercely at him.
"Let's go. Destination—Star Luo Continent!"
The Dragon Tomb was located within Dragon Valley, deep in the Star Luo Continent, discovered by the Tang Sect branch there.
It existed within a spatial fissure—one of many across the continent.
For reasons unknown, Douluo Continent's space was stable, but Star Luo's wasn't. Countless small rifts littered its lands, their instability a constant threat of collapse.
It was believed the Dragon Tomb had been briefly attracted by these spatial fluctuations, descending into Star Luo's domain for a time.
Once the Douluo Planet evolved and its dimensional structure stabilized again, the rifts would vanish—and the Dragon Tomb would drift off into the endless cosmos once more.
"This mission is a survival trial. You must remain within Dragon Valley for as long as possible, searching for true dragon soul bones. Whatever you obtain will belong entirely to you. The longer you last, the greater your rewards. Leave too soon, and though there will be no punishment, you'll lose the only chance in your lives to gain from the Dragon Valley."
The Tang Sect's headquarters on Douluo Continent may have been destroyed, but its branches survived on the other two continents.
The Star Luo Tang Sect's main base was situated in Star Luo City itself.
A tall but slightly hunched elderly man, holding an ebony cane, addressed the gathered students.
This was Elder Wu—the instructor leading the expedition.
Before him stood Shrek Academy's inner court disciples:
Na'er, Dai Lingyu, Wu Duosi, Yuanen Yehui, Long Yue, Dai Yueyan, and Ye Zhi—
The officially designated Shrek Seven Monsters, selected for the "God-Creation Project."
A project created for one ultimate purpose—to forge gods.
Shrek Academy was investing every resource to make that happen.
However, with the Tang Sect's main base destroyed, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—source of the legendary immortal herbs—was no longer easily accessible. The Tang Sect still safeguarded it, but transporting divine herbs to Shrek took considerable effort.
As for now, the Ice and Fire Well's guardian, the King of Ten Thousand Monsters, was still busy replanting ancient trees within the ruins of Shrek before tending to the Tang Sect's sacred grounds.
Elder Wu's voice carried through the air.
"Since you are Shrek's inner court elites, you will remain in Dragon Valley for a full year. Only then will your harvest reach its fullest potential."
"A year?!"
Dai Lingyu gasped aloud. "You expect us to stay there for a year? That's insane!"
"Lingyu."
Dai Yueyan's cold tone silenced her immediately. She pouted but said nothing more.
Elder Wu didn't waste words. He ascended to the mountaintop, struck the ground with his cane, and nine soul rings flared brightly behind him—
yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.
A nine-ring Titled Douluo.
Soul-guided formations lit beneath his feet, glowing in layered circles of light.
He was preparing to break the space-time barrier—to open the gate to Dragon Valley.
"Open!"
His seventh soul ring flared.
The power uniquely belonging to a Soul Sage and above—the manifestation of the Martial Soul True Body.
"Roar~~!"
In an instant, Elder Wu's hunched form erupted in a burst of lightning. His body expanded, wings bursting from his back, scales flashing with blue-violet electricity.
Before the students stood a colossal dragon more than fifteen meters long, its form radiating lightning fury.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!
Once ranked alongside the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda and the Clear Sky Hammer as one of the Three Great Ultimate Martial Souls—
a legacy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the legendary Upper Three Sects of thirty millennia ago.
After their annihilation by the Spirit Hall, this martial soul had vanished from history—
until now.
"Roar!!"
The Dragon's cry split the sky. The soul-guided array beneath their feet ignited, flames of luminance shooting upward.
Seven-colored beams tore the heavens apart, ripping an enormous rift in the air—
The Gate to Dragon Valley had opened.
"When you face an invincible crisis," Elder Wu's voice thundered, "activate your Dragon Pearls—they will teleport you to safety. Enter now!"
When the students stepped into the Dragon Valley, shock replaced awe.
"Our martial souls—they're sealed?!"
Dai Yueyan frowned deeply.
"This… this must be the valley's unique power."
They all tried summoning their martial souls—but it was useless. It was as if an unseen law suppressed all activation.
"I've heard of this," Yueyan muttered. "Anyone above the fifth rank is repelled by the valley's laws. Even those who enter can't use their martial souls. But why?"
"I… I can use mine?"
Everyone turned toward Long Yue in disbelief.
Five rings rose behind him—purple, purple, purple, black, black.
A gigantic shadow formed over him. It flickered—one moment a colossal dragon, the next a vast, ancient city standing upon its back.
Then the dragon shifted again, its form melting into a range of mountains.
The Mountain Dragon King!
"What—how are you able to summon your martial soul?!" Ye Zhi exclaimed. "That's not fair!"
Wu Duosi and Yuanen Yehui tried to summon theirs too—but nothing happened.
Na'er's calm voice broke the discussion.
"Don't bother trying. His martial soul is the Mountain Dragon King. It's no ordinary dragon—it's royalty."
"Among the dragon race, the Mountain is King. In all of dragonkind, only the Dragon God ranks above it. It holds the highest authority."
"That's why the valley's laws don't suppress him. In fact…"
She paused, her eyes glinting. "He may even gain more power here."
Though her own memories were incomplete, Na'er retained basic dragon heritage knowledge—and the Mountain Dragon King's presence genuinely surprised her.
"I… I think they're calling to me," Long Yue murmured.
(END CHAPTER)
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