At this moment, the cocoon of light formed by Yu Tianming drifted continuously through the surging spatial turbulence.
Most Title Douluos couldn't withstand the distortion of space. If they were here, they would likely be torn to shreds instantly.
Yu Tianming vaguely sensed it too—if he dispelled his soul skill, then even with a body as tough as iron and stone, he would still be pulverized by the spatial turbulence.
But by releasing the soul skill Chasing Clouds and Moon, wrapped in red and white flames, it seemed to isolate him from space, loosening the connection between him and the surrounding time-space.
The pressure on Yu Tianming within the spatial turbulence dropped sharply. The spatial distortion merely made his dragonized body feel slightly uncomfortable.
And as soon as he entered the turbulence, the divine power of the Water-Fire Dragon King, hidden between his wings since the Ice-Fire Yin Yang Well, seemed to sense the danger—or perhaps was stirred by some strange aura.
The energy of the Ice-Fire Dragon King reappeared within the turbulence, glowing red and white, and began propelling the cocoon forward on its own, guiding Yu Tianming to an unknown place.
Sensing the change in his external soul bone, Yu Tianming, who could only struggle to survive in the spatial turbulence, gripped the Evil God Tiger's soul orb tightly. He dared not use any soul skills to push himself forward recklessly, and instead allowed the energy of the Ice-Fire Dragon King to guide him.
With no changes visible in the scenery around him, Yu Tianming began to lose all sense of time. Only the slow depletion of his soul power reminded him that he was still moving forward.
Luckily, his soul power reserves were vast and regenerated quickly. Although Chasing Clouds and Moon consumed a fair amount of energy while traveling, he was only using the skill to shield himself from harm rather than to speed up, so the drain was much lower.
He even began to feel an illusion—like he could sustain this soul skill forever, lingering in the spatial turbulence until the end of time.
His consciousness slowly blurred. No one knew how much time had passed when a sharp crack echoed around him.
It was as if he'd broken through some boundary. Still gripping the Evil God Orb, Yu Tianming suddenly felt the surrounding pulling forces vanish. The darkness receded.
The warping of space-time was instantly replaced by the sensation of falling. Threads of light returned to his senses—he seemed to be floating above a silent forest.
Then, with a shock, he noticed an unfamiliar energy seeping into his body. All of his soul power had fallen dormant. Only his martial soul avatar and soul bone skills were usable, just like when he was in the Slaughter City.
Yu Tianming quickly adjusted his posture, keeping the cocoon formed by his soul power suspended mid-air. He didn't dare be careless. Not knowing how long he'd drifted in spatial turbulence, he feared this could still be an illusion—dismissing the skill too soon might mean instant death.
Encased in the red-and-white cocoon formed by Chasing Clouds and Moon, he calmly observed his surroundings.
He appeared to be on a coastal hill. Waves crashed against cliffside shores, and atop the cliffs were sparse hills dotted with trees. There were no signs of animals. Amid the rustling leaves, the world seemed silent and still.
When he extended his electromagnetic sensing range, Yu Tianming discovered that a few hundred miles away—at the edge of the sea—lay the boundary of this space. Clearly, he was in a small world within a spatial rift.
There were many spatial rifts in the Douluo Continent, but most were unstable and could collapse at any time. Yet a few were incredibly stable, connected to special realms.
Such places were like fragments of land swallowed by isolated dimensions—while they couldn't form full planets, they could still constitute self-contained micro-worlds with their own rules and ecosystems.
Although such realms had their own stability and balance, if the spatial rift became unstable, they could be destroyed by chaotic time-space.
Confirming he was in a small world and that it was safe around him, Yu Tianming finally dismissed his soul skill and landed atop a small hill.
Mysteriously, he felt a strange sense of familiarity with this world—as though something was calling to him from afar.
He looked to the distance, but the mist in the air limited his vision. Without thinking further, he transformed into his martial soul avatar—a three-headed giant dragon—and flew toward the center of the world.
He flew past coastal hills, across lakes and ridges, traveling thousands of miles before arriving at a vast open plain.
The gravity of this realm was about 1.5 times that of the Douluo Continent. At first, it didn't affect him much, but over time, the increased pressure brought fatigue, making him slightly uncomfortable.
Now far from the edge of the world, Yu Tianming began to see more of this realm's wonders.
Floating in the low sky were strange clouds of every color—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
Though they drifted, each cloud color stayed within its own range. In their constant shifting, the clouds seemed to form vague dragon-like shapes.
Yu Tianming felt an intense familiarity with these clouds. Each colored mist contained vast elemental power of different attributes.
Staring at these dragon-shaped clouds, a thought suddenly struck him.
'Is this... the Dragon Valley from the Legend of the Dragon King?'
Just then, a red cloud drifted near him. It suddenly twisted into a spinning funnel and, in a flash, shot straight toward him like a streak of light.
Although his soul skills were sealed, the soul bone technique granted by the Dragon King's wings was still available.
On instinct, Yu Tianming unleashed Draw the Wind, Summon the Glow. A rainbow-like radiance spread out over dozens of miles.
But this move caused an unexpected reaction. The other clouds, previously calm, suddenly surged as if they had sensed something—or found a release point. Countless clouds began to stir violently and swarmed toward him, flooding into his body.
Before he could even feel the burning heat of the red cloud, a green one had already entered his body, bringing a light, free sensation of wind element.
In this way, thousands of multicolored clouds from miles around poured into him, then slowly returned to the sky. Each one dimmed in color after entering his body.
Yu Tianming could clearly feel the clouds leaving behind elemental energy within him—fire, water, wind, lightning, light, darkness, time, space—even elements he didn't originally possess were flooding into his being.
These energies nourished him, raising his cultivation. In the center of all this elemental flow, Yu Tianming sat cross-legged and began to meditate.
He had no idea how long the meditation lasted. He only felt like he was submerged in a pool of elemental waters, his body gradually growing stronger with every passing moment.
After absorbing the mixed elements, the golden scales of his dragonized form began to change. Though subtle, he noticed the difference clearly.
Each ridge on the scales once had a sharp edge. Now, they were coated in a ceramic-like glaze. Though no longer razor-sharp, they seemed even harder—like metal turned to porcelain.
Once he fully absorbed the energy, his body and mind relaxed. He resumed his martial soul avatar form and resumed flying toward the world's center.
As he flew, the earth below began to show moving figures of sub-dragons. Though they wandered independently, to Yu Tianming's senses, they were lifeless—like puppets of energy.
'In this Dragon Valley, aside from the dragon clouds in the sky, there are the dragon souls roaming the ground. Whether clouds or souls, they're all remnants of dead dragons—each one capable of boosting my strength. But these ones on the ground are all sub-dragons. Absorbing them would be a waste.'
'The most powerful true dragon souls gather near the Dragon Tomb at the valley's heart. They guard their ancestors' remains—and their own. Those are the ones worth absorbing.'
'Not to mention, every part of a true dragon is a treasure. According to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, true dragons almost always produce soul bones. The Dragon Valley's true dragon soul bones—and the Mountain Dragon King's trunk bone—are the real treasures here.'
With that in mind, Yu Tianming didn't rush toward the center. He had plenty of time. Even if he found the Dragon Tomb, there was no guarantee he could return to the Douluo Continent.
So he continued through the empty world in his martial soul avatar form, absorbing the energy of dragon clouds while flapping his wings and flying at a steady pace.
When filled with dragon cloud energy, he sat cross-legged to meditate and absorb the power. Once done, he would take flight again.
A month later, after absorbing countless dragon clouds and nearly a thousand true dragon souls near the Dragon Valley, Yu Tianming finally reached a massive valley.
It was sunken inward—more like a basin than a valley. Though he had mentally prepared himself, as he hovered over the edge and gazed inside, he was still awestruck.
What a sight it was. From the edge beneath his feet to the misty horizon, countless enormous dragon bones filled every corner of the valley.
And at the very moment he looked upon them, an indescribable sorrow surged from the bones—rolling toward him like a wave.
Affected by their grief, Yu Tianming couldn't help but roar skyward. In martial soul avatar form, his dragon roar was deafening, echoing from his three heads and shaking the entire valley.
From within, a faint, low dragon roar answered him. It sounded mournful—like eternal sorrow.
Yu Tianming quickly regained his composure. He descended into the valley, where the air grew even more somber, as if it weighed down on the spirit. Closing his eyes, he could hear the laments of countless dragons.
Ignoring the echoes of their sorrow, he strode deeper into the valley.
Up close, the dragon bones were even more shocking. Each one stood tens of meters tall, some even hundreds. They emitted faint, fluctuating energy.
Raised in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Tianming knew well that true dragons were nearly extinct on the Douluo Continent. Yet here, every colossal skeleton belonged to a powerful true dragon.
His martial soul avatar stood thirty meters tall—far beyond most Title Douluos, and even comparable to hundred-thousand-year-old beasts like the Devil Soul Great White Shark or the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
But walking among these bones, he felt like a dwarf.
'Just how powerful must these dragons have been in life, if their remains are still this awe-inspiring in death?'
Taking a deep breath, Yu Tianming stepped toward the nearest dragon bone, gently placing a claw upon it. The sorrowful aura instantly stirred his heart.
Faint patterns marked the bones, matching the aura of the shattered souls throughout the valley. A terrifying energy pulse hovered in the air.
As he ventured deeper, the bones grew ever larger. Eventually, all the skeletons reached hundreds of meters tall—each one like a small mountain.
Amid the residual dragon souls and echoing roars in his mind, Yu Tianming felt like he had returned to an ancient battlefield.
(End of Chapter)
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