Chapter 43: Yes, Yes—Keep Looking at Me Like That, It Feels Good!
Question: What kind of egg could a tiger and a dragon produce?
Jiang Chen fell silent for a moment, his imagination running unchecked.
A Dark Demon Evil God Tiger and a Silver Dragon King… what sort of creature would that even be?
"Don't look at me with such filthy eyes!"
Feeling the predatory edge in Jiang Chen's gaze, Gu Yue clenched her fists, her expression a mix of contempt, irritation, and disgust.
With her arms crossed, she snapped coldly, "So, are you taking the bet or not?"
"Ten years," she declared. "Give me ten years, and I will reclaim the Golden Dragon King's bloodline myself! If I fail by then—then you win."
That look she gave him—half disdain, half superiority—somehow sparked an inexplicable thrill in Jiang Chen.
Wait… why does that feel so good?
No, impossible! He was not a pervert!
Ten years? He almost laughed.
Even if she had twenty, she wouldn't succeed. This was a bet she was destined to lose!
Jiang Chen composed himself and said seriously, "Fine, I'll bet—but your terms aren't fair to me."
If I lose, I have to obey you. But if you lose, my prize is just a chance to pursue you?
What did that make him? A simpering fool? This was an insult to his dignity!
Gu Yue tilted her head proudly. "Then name your own terms."
She wasn't worried. Even if some god-king still had tricks left, so what? They weren't here.
A mere divine thought couldn't harm her.
The few remaining gods on the continent were of little concern. Of the four that remained, three were beast gods who would instinctively yield before her Silver Dragon King's authority.
Such was the law of bloodlines—the hierarchy of soul beasts was absolute.
Her only true enemies were Tang Hao and the divine sense of Tang San.
She would not lose.
At worst, she would sink the entire Douluo Continent and forcibly suppress the Golden Dragon King.
Yes—this was a bet she could not possibly lose.
Here we go again—the Dragon God's 'world-shaking wisdom,' Jiang Chen thought bitterly. Outwardly, however, he kept calm.
"If you lose," he said, "you'll follow my orders from now on."
"No." Her eyes narrowed.
Anything could be wagered—but never the dignity of a dragon. That was her bottom line.
"If not that," Jiang Chen sighed, "then you'll just have to bear my child."
Her eyes turned to pure disdain, the perfect trashy-gaze.
Exactly the look he'd imagined—condescending, disgusted.
And yet… why did it feel so oddly satisfying?
Gu Yue ground her teeth. So it's true! This lowborn beast dares to covet me!
Someday, she swore, she would make him kneel beneath her throne—his humiliation doubled, his pride shattered.
"Fine!" she said icily. "But you won't win. I never lose."
As she stormed off, her small steps echoing down the hallway, Jiang Chen watched helplessly.
What is she even thinking? Does she really believe destroying humanity will make soul beasts rise?
Even if she slaughtered every god in existence, without solving the curse of the soul beast tribulation, her kind could never thrive again.
The Dragon God's vengeance had doomed them all—engraving the million-year tribulation into the universe itself. The rule nearly rivaled the cosmic laws themselves, utterly unbreakable.
Di Tian, he thought wryly, keep circling around your mistress like a loyal lapdog. One day, you'll fulfill your true destiny—as an engine core powering her spacecraft across the stars.
…
Spirit Transmission Tower, Spirit Ascension Platform
Jiang Chen stood before the softly glowing fragment of the Divine Realm, holding a wisp of Immortal Spirit Qi in his palm.
When he infused it into the fragment, the once dull shard erupted in multicolored brilliance.
"Just as I thought—it reacted."
Long ago, the Destruction God King had tried to expand the Divine Realm, but spatial turbulence shattered the outer layer. Those fragments had scattered across the universe.
One such fragment had become the infamous Demon Island, infused with the leftover powers of the Destruction and Life Gods. There, the soul was immortal—but the inhabitants could never leave, eternally bound to the island.
Another was the Ten Thousand Beasts Terrace, originally used to preserve endangered soul beasts.
But the world had since stabilized. The Star Dou Forest, once nearly destroyed, had regrown larger than it had ever been even during the Peerless Tang Sect era.
With the balance restored, the Ten Thousand Beasts project became unnecessary—and Jiang Chen quietly took control of it.
Using it, he forged his own miniature Divine Realm.
"Can you absorb this Blue Silver Emperor's essence?" he asked.
In front of him stood a graceful, intelligent woman radiating vibrant life force—another Blue Silver Emperor, one he had rescued from the collapsing Sun-Moon Continent before she could succumb to her two-hundred-thousand-year tribulation.
By trading immense favors with Di Tian, he had secured a portion of the Lake of Life's energy, helping her ascend into one of the Ten Great Savage Beasts, ranked tenth.
But now, looking at the slumbering Blue Silver Emperor within Jiang Chen's hand, her expression turned pale.
According to the laws of nature, only one Blue Silver Emperor could exist per era.
If she was one, then who—what—was this?
Jiang Chen waved a hand in front of her, smirking. "Hey, hey, hey—stay with me here."
She blinked, answering slowly, "I can't. Her level of power far exceeds mine. She's not just a Blue Silver Emperor… she's practically a Blue Silver Goddess."
If that one awoke, a single thought could crush her completely.
A Blue Silver Emperor ruled over all Blue Silver Grass—but this one ruled above them all.
Could she truly be a divine being?
Backing away in alarm, she shook her head. She possessed the ability to devour other Blue Silver Grass for healing, but a true emperor would never consume her own kind.
Still—better safe than sorry. If that being woke and chose to devour her instead?
She murmured a quick apology to Jiang Chen and fled, leaving him frowning in thought.
Without a suitable devouring option, matters grew complicated.
He had planned to make the Blue Silver Emperor his miniature Divine Realm's core—but her current power wasn't sufficient.
Ah Yin—the true second-tier goddess—could sustain one, maybe two divine thrones, but that wasn't enough.
Not that divine rank mattered much to him anyway.
Once the Douluo Continent devoured the Abyssal Plane, the world's life core and plane rank would ascend, breaking the hundred-level barrier.
Then his strength would naturally approach godhood.
For him, divine positions were merely tools—to achieve eternal life.
All he needed was a vessel—a functioning miniature Divine Realm capable of holding one.
But he couldn't trust Ah Yin as its core. That woman would inevitably plot something.
"Maybe…" he muttered, "there's a way to erase her consciousness instead?"
He leaned back, calling silently into the void, "Old Yi?"
When in doubt—ask Electrolux.
He was far more reliable than Jiang Chen, the so-called million-year devourer who still called himself trash.
At least Jiang Chen knew his place.
(END CHAPTER)
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