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Bai Yue and Bai Na, the two children, were unaware of what was happening in the outside world. They continued to wander around the Valley of Ten Thousand Dragons, led by Bi Ji as they enjoyed the scenery. However, Bi Ji's occasional absent-mindedness betrayed her inner turmoil.
For ten thousand years, she had never been as worried about Di Tian as she was today.
Bi Ji had once asked Di Tian, "How confident are you in breaking through to the Godking level? What if…"
"Forty percent. Even if I devour the Crimson Domain, it's still only forty percent. After all, I didn't inherit the old Dragon God's divine throne—I created my own. But I still can't reach the level of the Dragon God Sovereign, let alone glimpse the path of the Great One."
"Then forget it," Zi Ji said.
Di Tian shook his head. "No. There's no such thing as eternal peace. Besides, the Divine Realm is about to return…"
Returning to the present, Bi Ji looked at the two young mistresses and suddenly froze. As someone who had long since stepped into the godly ranks, she sensed an inexplicable aura in the Valley of Ten Thousand Dragons—one that had abruptly appeared in the outer space of Douluo Star.
"Hmm?" Bai Yue frowned, raising her head as if she could see the intruders.
Bai Na did the same, tugging at her elder sister's sleeve. "Someone's coming… and they're hostile."
"Shall we go take a look?"
"Sure!"
"Wait, young mistresses!" Bi Ji hurriedly called out, wanting to persuade them to stay behind while others handled the situation.
But with a flash of silver light, the two vanished, leaving only a parting message: "Aunt Bi Ji, don't worry. No one can hurt me or Third Sister. Since they've come, we'll help you overcome this trial."
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Outer Space.
The Second Seat of the Heavenly Dragon led a group of Dragon Knights, his expression dark as he stared at the Douluo Planet beneath him. The overwhelming life energy radiating from it was far denser than even that of Heavenly Dragon Star. Not even the Dragon Realm could compare.
"ROAR!"
A dragon's roar echoed as the Dark Dragon King and his dragon army stood ready. Meanwhile, the Federation's warships had already arranged the Five Elements Formation, waiting for the enemy's arrival.
"Second Seat of the Heavenly Dragon…" The Emerald Dragon King, who had remained behind, narrowed his eyes, recognizing this old acquaintance.
"You… the loser who was defeated by the First Seat!"
"You—!" The Emerald Dragon King flared with anger, ready to charge forward.
The Dark Dragon King stopped him, speaking coldly, "Enough. Come over here. Everything will be over soon. This planet will have a place for your kind."
The Second Seat's pupils constricted as a bad premonition arose. Watching the Void Clan step forward, he shouted, "What are you doing?!"
"Betraying you, of course. Can't you tell?" The Void Clan's leader no longer pretended to submit, his voice icy and unyielding.
"Betraying the First Seat? Your entire clan deserves death!"
The Second Seat struck out, intending to crush the Void Clan in one blow. But the Dark Dragon King's massive claw, wreathed in black mist, intercepted the attack. With a wave of his hand, the Emerald Dragon King led the Void Clan away.
"Begin. End this within three minutes!"
At the Dark Dragon King's command, the Federation's mothership and its fleet erupted in dazzling light. Using five motherships as anchors, the Heaven-Earth Five Elements Formation was activated once more.
"It's a trap! You conspired with them!" The Second Seat gnashed his teeth.
But the only response was the formation's intensifying heat.
"The Spirit Refining Formation…"
When the Five Elements Formation was first developed, the Federation discovered that the formation's master could manipulate the five elements within it. Coincidentally, almost all life in the world was bound by the five elements. With the support of some extreme council members, the Spirit Refining Method was born.
As the name suggested, it refined all living beings within the formation, reducing them to their elemental essence and dispersing them into the world.
But the process was horrifying. Every creature within the formation remained fully conscious, forced to feel their bodies disintegrating step by step, powerless to resist. Even their divine power was sealed, leaving them to await death in despair.
The refinement's effectiveness depended on the formation master's cultivation.
And now, with several Dragon Kings and five Federation Godkings presiding over the formation, ripples of energy spread outward. The Second Seat, trapped inside, paled in horror and immediately erupted with divine power to resist the refinement. The others, sensing the danger, did the same.
But not everyone was a Godking. True Gods, ordinary gods, and even weaker beings had no power to resist. From the weakest upward, they slowly dissolved.
Their dying screams filled the air as they writhed in agony, reduced to ash before their companions' helpless eyes.
The Second Seat could do nothing. Resisting the refinement alone drained all his strength, leaving him no room to save others. Some Dragon Knights tried to break free, but the Five Elements barrier was unbreakable. Their divine power useless, they perished in despair.
The formation lasted three minutes.
By the end, everyone except the Second Seat had vanished.
Now, the Second Seat was at his limit—exhausted, his divine power nearly depleted. He wanted to retreat. But the Dragon Kings and human experts controlling the formation were also drained, their faces pale from the immense cost. Still, they would recover after some rest.
Just as the Second Seat turned to leave, five Godkings blocked his escape, sealing his fate. He had been deceived. The Void Clan had long conspired with this Federation. He never should have come!
"Heaven has forsaken me!"
"No need to capture him alive, right?" one of the Federation experts asked.
"No need. Just kill him. His bloodline is that of the Dawn Dragon, a psychic-type dragon. Refining him would be a great supplement. Don't waste his body."
These words came from the heart.
Realizing his slip, the speaker quickly added, "Dragon Kings, this doesn't violate the agreement between the Federation and the Dragon Clan, does it?"
"Of course not," the Dark Dragon King replied indifferently. "He's not one of ours. Do as you please."
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The Void.
The two sisters observed the battle, feeling somewhat disappointed. "This side is already over…"
"Elder Sister… There are two directions with incredibly dense dragon auras—far stronger than the others."
Bai Yue's eyes lit up. She activated a secret technique, her pupils shimmering with a mysterious yellow light as she peered into the distance. In one direction, a True God-level Lan Xuanyu, transformed into a giant dragon, clashed fiercely with the Federation.
In the other, a Nine-Colored Dragon was besieged by multiple enemies. It seemed to be a fusion skill used by a woman who bore a striking resemblance to their eldest aunt. With the Dragon God Core in hand, she actually fought multiple opponents alone.
The two girls exchanged glances. Bai Yue pointed. "You go there. I'll handle this side."
"Ah, but that woman looks too much like First Mother… I don't dare attack her. Since she's your birth mother, you go there, and I'll take this side," Bai Na said timidly.
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm even more afraid. Don't worry, Third Sister. She's not our mother. Just attack—it'll be fine." Bai Yue patted Bai Na's shoulder reassuringly before darting toward Lan Xuanyu's battlefield.
Bai Na sighed and headed toward Nana's battlefield.
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"Surround them! Don't rush. Their fusion skill won't last long. Even if they're strong now, as long as we hold out, victory is assured." A Federation commander directed his forces to encircle the enemy, focusing on defense to buy time.
Now, it was Nana and Tang Wulin who grew anxious.
Ling Zichen, aboard the flagship, frowned, her face tense as she watched the Nine-Colored Dragon being trapped. "Activate the final plan. Help those two break free."
"Yes."
What was the Douluo Federation's ultimate weapon?
For the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy, the pinnacle of technology was the ecological battleship. But the Federation's newest Seventh Fleet had its own dark technology.
As the smaller warships were absorbed into the mothership, all hatches sealed. The mothership's shape twisted strangely, a massive protrusion extending from its top—almost like a head.
Sixteen War God-class battleships flew toward the mothership, each morphing into different forms mid-flight.
Then, like pieces of armor, they connected to the mothership, merging into a single colossal entity. When the four Dragon God-class escort ships joined, it became unmistakable.
A mecha.
Now, the Seventh Fleet—comprising one mothership, four Dragon God escorts, and sixteen War God battleships—had transformed into a super-colossal mecha nearly twenty thousand meters tall!
Commanding from the bridge was General Bai Ling.
But standing before the twenty-thousand-meter mecha was another figure familiar to all in the Federation—another Ling Zichen.
The gargantuan mecha completed its transformation, its chest cannon charging with terrifying energy. Even from a distance, the sheer power was palpable.
Yet the Godkings besieging the Nine-Colored Dragon barely spared it a glance, focusing on their prey.
"Useless…" Ling Zichen sighed softly, her eyes flickering with worry as she glanced at the Nine-Colored Dragon, then hesitantly toward another direction—where her mechanical counterpart seemed to want to speak.
"I never thought the Ling Zichen of this Federation would also live for ten thousand years," she murmured to herself.
"Surrender. Stop struggling. If history repeats itself, you'll be annihilated."
"I don't understand. Why are you so confident of victory? Even the so-called Dragon God Di Tian would retreat before the Federation's ultimate weapon! Or are you relying on those rumors about a Demon Lord destroying us?"
The twenty-thousand-meter mecha was indeed imposing, but as long as it was within the Five Elements Formation, it posed no threat.
Beep—
The mecha's chest cannon continued charging.
"Sigh… Joint attack. Control the formation. Execute the Metal Annihilation." This Ling Zichen sighed.
A golden light flooded the battlefield, coating the massive mecha and its accompanying fleet in a metallic sheen.
"Return to nothingness!"
With that command, all the warships began disintegrating.
Crew members were instantly exposed to the vacuum of space. Most, lacking sufficient cultivation, died on the spot. The mothership's cannon never fired a single shot before vanishing into nothingness.
Soul technology, under the formation's power, was as fragile as clay.
Ling Zichen's mechanical body began dissolving, her face a mask of horror. The formation was too bizarre—it could manipulate metal itself.
"Ling Zichen!"
A psychic roar echoed as the Nine-Colored Dragon charged madly, trying to break free and save the fading woman.
For a moment, none could stop it. The Dragon God's aura was too terrifying—even Godkings were outmatched. Only their numbers kept them alive.
"Let him through!" Xie Xie shouted, trying to minimize casualties. This Federation fleet had already lost 99% of its forces, with only a few small ships outside the formation surviving.
"Ancestor, the formation is at its limit!"
The five motherships dimmed, their energy exhausted, turning into lifeless husks as the formation dissipated.
"Ling Zichen!"
The Nine-Colored Dragon shrank, rushing toward the fading woman.
But just as it was about to reach her, a massive impact struck the dragon's body, slamming it down like a falling meteor. That single blow cost Tang Wulin his last chance—the Federation's Ling Zichen was dead.
The eccentric who had loved the Dragon Emperor for ten thousand years had finally perished.
This Ling Zichen watched her other self fade away, then glanced at Tang Wulin, fused with Nana. She smiled faintly. "It's all over. In the end, everything is just fleeting. In the face of such power, all must fade."
She remembered Bai Xu's display ten thousand years ago—a scene so horrifying no one in Douluo or the soul beast world could forget. The universe itself had split apart, bleeding as celestial weeping filled the void. When everyone came to their senses, only awe and reverence remained.
Even the mighty Nine-Colored Dragon before her was but a speck of dust in the cosmos.
There was no escape.
"Ah… I guess my timing is bad." Bai Na watched the furious Nine-Colored Dragon, sighing but unafraid. Though most of her power was sealed, what remained was more than enough.
Her second aunt had been thoughtful, leaving her sufficient strength to protect herself.
"It's her…" Nana's heart clenched. This was someone they absolutely could not provoke.
"Wulin, don't attack her!"
But Tang Wulin was beyond reason, his eyes bloodshot as he charged at Bai Na.
"You can transform? So can I!"
Bai Na roared, morphing into a silver dragon shrouded in mist—mysterious and unafraid of the Dragon God's destructive and creative powers. She clashed head-on, matching the Nine-Colored Dragon blow for blow.
"No!"
Perhaps due to conflicting wills or the fusion's time limit, the Nine-Colored Dragon split back into the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings.
"That's it?" Bai Na blinked, reverting to human form.
"Who are you?!" Tang Wulin demanded. This child's strength rivaled his and Nana's combined—unthinkable!
But Nana had seen Bai Na before. "After all these years, why haven't you grown?"
Compared to years ago, Bai Na had barely aged.
"Mother says I'm a long-lived species. It'll take about a hundred years to reach adulthood."
"Your mother is…?"
"My mother is Na'er!"
!!!!
The revelation stunned Tang Wulin, his rage momentarily forgotten. He studied Nana and Bai Na—there was some resemblance. But since his other self in this world was dead, this Na'er might not be his sister.
Truthfully, he hadn't thought about that silver-haired girl in a long time.
Learning that this Nana was a fusion of Gu Yue and Na'er had felt like a dream come true.
"Young Lady! Why are you here?!"
The Federation experts panicked, rushing to Bai Na's side while surrounding Tang Wulin and Nana, wary of a sneak attack.
"Boss, surrender. At least this way… you'll live. You've lost enough already," Xie Xie urged.
The Federation's main force had been annihilated. Even survivors were hunted down.
Now, only the Golden and Silver Kings remained.
Nana and Tang Wulin faced the encircling Godkings. Even as a half-god, Nana felt powerless, let alone the weaker Tang Wulin. They had lost.
"Little brother!"
Just as Tang Wulin was about to give up, a gentle voice shook his soul.
A goddess-like figure appeared before them, her eyes filled with concern. Beside her stood the Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao—a face every Federation citizen knew, though few here were left alive.
"Sister?" Tang Wulin instinctively called out. The reunion was touching.
Only Huo Yuhao remained tense, his gaze locked on Bai Na as if facing a great enemy. With a cold snort, his spirit beasts materialized—Tianmeng, Snow Empress, Ice Empress… all former savage beasts, now far outclassed.
The Divine Realm had returned—a step ahead of schedule. The Sea God Tang San had foreseen his son and grandson's peril, and now it had come to pass.
"You are…" Bai Na asked, reverting to human form as she peered behind Huo Yuhao, sensing another presence.
Once the siblings' reunion ended, Nana stepped back, standing behind the group. She never expected the youth who had once defeated Di Tian to now stand at her level—one step from Godking. The divine rings behind Huo Yuhao shone blindingly bright.
Huo Yuhao ignored Bai Na's question, countering, "We've studied the other Douluo's history. All changes stemmed from one man. Ten thousand years later, you're his child."
"So what if I am?"
"Where is he? The Great Divine Circle wishes to speak with him."
"Talk to Father?" Bai Na shook her head. "I don't know."
"Then today, by my father-in-law's order, I'll capture you—to force him out!"
"Huh? Aren't you afraid of my father?"
"The cosmic laws list him as taboo. There's no trace of him in this universe. That move from back then must have cost him dearly." Huo Yuhao spoke confidently—this was his father-in-law's analysis, and it made sense.
Bai Xu's legend was mighty, but no evidence of his existence remained. Some said he had died; others claimed he left. But Tang San believed he was either severely injured or dead from backlash.
The multiverse was vast, but the Dragon God's throne was singular. To ensure his grandson's ascension, Tang San had taken risks. He himself had gone to another starfield to stop Di Tian's Godking tribulation.
"No need to look for him. I'm here. Speak to me if you have business."
A cold, clear voice echoed in their minds as a woman in white appeared behind Bai Na, gently stroking her hair. "Are you enjoying your trip to Douluo?"
Bai Na gasped. "Second Mother!"
The others were stunned—except Nana, who wasn't surprised. She had met Gu Yue in the Dragon Tomb.
But Tang Wulin was shocked.
"Gu Yue… She's your child?"
Nana watched silently.
Gu Yue barely glanced at Tang Wulin, as if he were beneath notice, then addressed Huo Yuhao. "The Great Divine Circle has returned. With the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings here, plus Lan Xuanyu—who bears their bloodline—you want him to inherit the one and only Dragon God throne."
Huo Yuhao's face darkened. She had seen right through them.
"Are you the Gu Yuena of another world?" Tang Wulin pressed.
Gu Yue frowned slightly. "It's been ten thousand years. Perhaps you don't know, but in this world… I was the one who buried you. The Golden Dragon. It shouldn't have been that way. Back then, he promised Na'er to give you a chance. But I didn't hold back."
"Na'er… is still alive?"
"Of course. We're all doing well."
Tang Wulin studied Gu Yue's smile. She was breathtaking—her aura transcendent, unlike anything in the Divine Realm. Where Tang Wutong resembled a goddess, Gu Yue was like an immortal fairy, aloof and untouchable, dwelling in the moon palace, smiling only for her beloved.
Tang Wulin fell silent, asking one last question: "Who is he?"
"Bai Xu."
BOOM!
The universe itself trembled, thunder roaring as celestial wrath gathered—enough to obliterate everyone present.
But this time, it did not strike.
Bai Xu.
This was the first time Tang Wulin had heard that name. The man revered as a faith, a pillar in the other Douluo.
"How much am I lacking compared to him?"
The two worlds' contrast was stark.
"There is no comparison."
"Now, very few things can move him." Gu Yue's words carried weight. Bai Xu was kind, but after witnessing eternity, little stirred him beyond what he cherished.
Ten thousand years in Douluo was a stepping stone. For Bai Xu, it was enough to ascend beyond limits.
Nana finally asked, "Where is Gu Yuena?"
She wanted to meet this version of herself, to hear her story.
"She went to the Crimson Domain," Gu Yue said calmly.
"The Crimson Domain?!" Huo Yuhao paled, immediately teleporting away.
His father-in-law had gone there to stop Di Tian's Godking ascension!
Tang Wulin and Nana followed, leaving with the sister and brother-in-law they hadn't seen in millennia.
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The Other Side.
Di Tian had indeed been ambushed, wounded in the cosmos. Before him stood Tang San and the Divine Realm's forces.
"Tang San… You and the Divine Realm have returned?" Di Tian's nine-colored robes were tattered, his body battered by tribulation lightning and sneak attacks. In this state, his chance at Godking was lost.