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Wei Yang lifted his head, the black flame flickering faintly in his eyes. His gaze seemed to pierce through the distant darkness, looking deep into the endless void. At that moment, his pupils were filled with shock and awe, as if he had just witnessed something beyond imagination.
Zi Yan, noticing his reaction, turned her head curiously, her wide eyes shimmering with violet light as she followed his gaze. There—within the boundless darkness—lay a creature so vast and terrifying that words could not possibly describe it.
It coiled silently within the endless void, motionless, as though in deep slumber.
Wei Yang's line of sight traced along its body, but even when his vision was swallowed by the far-off darkness, he still could not see where it ended.
That colossal, mysterious being was covered in majestic purple-gold scales. Each scale was icy cold and metallic, sheathing a body that twisted and stretched across the void. Just looking at it made one's soul tremble under an indescribable pressure.
Its enormous, ancient body gleamed like forged metal, and it seemed as if its sheer weight alone was crushing that portion of the void. Even from afar, simply beholding it made Wei Yang's heart quiver uncontrollably.
Zi Yan's small body pressed tightly against Wei Yang's leg, her tiny hands clutching his thigh—she was clearly startled by the terrifying presence before them. But soon after, she felt something else—a strange, inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It was a feeling that couldn't be put into words, something stirring from the depths of her bloodline. Clearly, anyone facing such a creature should feel only fear and dread, yet within her heart rose a faint, incomprehensible warmth—an instinctive kinship.
"Ancient Void Dragon…" Zi Yan murmured softly.
"Zhu Kun…" Wei Yang exhaled deeply, filled with emotion.
What a massive dragon!
As expected of you, Zhu Kun.
Compared to the Three Thousand Burning Flame that once blazed above the Pill Tower, this dragon made it look utterly insignificant—completely out of its league.
But beyond awe, this dragon also brought Wei Yang an overwhelming sense of danger and despair.Just gazing at it from afar made his heart race wildly, his soul sting with pain, and every cell in his body scream for him to turn around and flee.
It was the primal terror of a lesser being in the presence of something vastly superior—a fear so instinctive it could not be resisted. So this… this was what it meant to be a supreme existence of the continent.
It was merely lying there asleep, yet it made others want to escape its sight as fast as possible. Wei Yang swallowed hard, his throat dry. He gently placed a hand on Zi Yan's shoulder, struggling to keep his body from trembling. If Zi Yan hadn't been here, he would've bolted already.
The pressure was suffocating.
He steadied his voice as much as he could. "Zi Yan, that's one of your Ancient Void Dragon Ancestors."
"Mm." Zi Yan frowned slightly and bit her lip as she nodded, a flicker of complicated emotion flashing in her eyes.
Joy. Excitement. Anger.
The silence of the void suddenly broke.
A pair of enormous purple-golden eyes slowly opened. The titanic creature stirred, faint crimson light glowing in its pupils. Its eyes shifted slightly, and in the next moment, it locked onto Wei Yang, judging by the strength of his aura.
Then came a deep, thunderous voice that echoed through the endless void, resonating like rolling thunder: "Grave intruder… do you possess the Tuo She Ancient God Jade?"
The sound was so powerful it was like lightning exploding beside his ears. Wei Yang fought the instinct to turn and flee, his hand tightening slightly on Zi Yan's shoulder. In this place, only Zi Yan gave him the slightest sense of security.
"This junior does not carry the Tuo She Ancient God Jade," Wei Yang said steadily. "My presence here is purely accidental. I did not come seeking the Ancient God's tomb."
At his words, the enormous purple-golden eyes—once calm and distant—began to glow with awareness.
The ancient beast had truly awakened.
A surge of murderous aura erupted from its gaze. Its colossal body began to move, twisting through the void. Instantly, the endless darkness began to tremble and wail, unable to withstand its power.
Crack—crack—crack—!
Space itself shattered, cracks spreading like a spider web across every inch of visible void.
"Since you do not bear the Tuo She Ancient God Jade… then for daring to trespass into this place, you shall leave your life behind."
That cold, thunderous voice suddenly cut off mid-sentence. The enormous pupils shifted, their focus locking tightly onto the small figure standing before Wei Yang — the inconspicuous little Zi Yan.
As the dragon gazed upon the girl, a strange sense of familiarity welled up within its heart — a feeling of blood-deep connection and inexplicable warmth. And then...
"My child… my child!"
The once emotionless, thunderous voice broke apart completely, trembling with shock and longing.
The hoarse, quivering tone echoed softly through the darkness. The murderous intent from before vanished. Within those colossal golden-purple eyes now shimmered guilt, tenderness, joy — and the deep affection of a parent.
Moments later, the vast dragon's coiled body began to glow with radiant purple-gold light. The glow compressed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the enormous dragon vanished. A burst of violet brilliance flickered — and a man appeared before Wei Yang and Zi Yan.
He was tall, dressed in a black dragon robe, his face firm and sharp, exuding a commanding, kingly aura that seemed to suppress the heavens themselves. His eyes, filled with nervous anticipation, fixed on Zi Yan. He slowly reached out a trembling hand, as if wanting to step closer.But then —
His gaze froze.
He saw Zi Yan's small hands tightly clutching Wei Yang's thigh, her tiny body pressed close against him.
In an instant, his expression darkened.
A killing intent erupted from his body like a mountain crashing down from the heavens, slamming directly onto Wei Yang.
"Damn it!"
Wei Yang's eyes widened in agony as his entire body tensed. His blood nearly stopped flowing, his Dou Qi completely stagnated — sealed as though every channel in his body had been blocked.
Even his soul felt frozen solid.
"So this… this is the terror of a Nine-Star Dou Sheng…? Zhu Kun, I swear— damn your Ancestors!"
Wei Yang's consciousness began to blur, collapsing under the immense pressure. Cold sweat drenched his back. Just as his mind was slipping, Zi Yan's furious shout rang out.
"Bastard! What do you think you're doing?! Stop right now!"
Instantly, the suffocating pressure vanished.
In the dark void, silence returned — thick and awkward. The man in the dragon robe looked rather sheepish, rubbing his palms together as he glanced at Zi Yan with a hint of guilt. His lips moved several times, but he couldn't seem to find the right words.
Zi Yan, on the other hand, stood before Wei Yang with her arms spread protectively, glaring like an enraged little dragon — or perhaps a mother hen shielding her chick.
Wei Yang, meanwhile, dropped to the ground behind her, his chest heaving violently. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasping for air like a fish stranded on land.
That was too close.
For a moment there, he genuinely thought he was about to die!
A Nine-Star Dou Sheng… far too terrifying.
Just a single surge of killing intent had nearly crushed him, suffocating him to the brink of collapse.
He was, after all, a Nine-Star Peak Dou Zun — on the verge of stepping into the Dou Sheng realm himself, his soul already half a step into the Heaven Realm. Yet, in front of this man, he felt as fragile as an infant.
The gap was unimaginable.
A single glance from the man, and Wei Yang couldn't even lift a finger to fight back.
Damn…
He fell silent, utterly speechless. Since the day he began cultivating, he had never once felt so powerless — so completely crushed. Even a single trace of killing intent from this man nearly shattered his soul.
Nine-Star Dou Sheng… truly terrifying beyond words. No wonder he stood at the true peak of the continent — second only to a Dou Di. Still, the worst of it was finally over. Wei Yang exhaled slowly, relief flooding through him.
But Zhu Kun… this debt? I'm not letting it slide.
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