After passing through that invisible barrier, the feeling of weightlessness completely disappeared.
Huo Yuhao floated in mid-air, his gaze passing over the vast river below, whose source and end were unknown, and slowly raised his head.
What came into view was a massive, broken dragon's body, beyond human comprehension.
The body was an ancient and deep lapis lazuli color, covered with layers of thick dragon scales as large as mountains.
Each dragon scale is naturally imprinted with intricate and mysterious patterns of laws, creating an illusion of the passage of time simply by looking at it.
This enormous object, suspended in the void, exudes a heavy sense of oppression, making those who are in it appear extremely small.
This dragon's body had clearly been the result of a brutal battle.
It was unclear what terrifying being had forcibly torn it apart, but its enormous body, which was large enough to blot out the sky, was forcibly severed by several unfathomable and terrifying wounds, turning it into three pieces of remains.
The bones and flesh at the break point had a shockingly dark color, and even the space around the wound was completely torn apart by the violent destructive force, forming black cracks that could not be healed.
Thick, dark red blood seeped continuously from the cuts, converging downwards along an invisible law, eventually solidifying into a vast, incomparably large lake of blood.
This is the true source of the suspended blood pool in the present world.
A layer of icy blue fluorescence lit up Huo Yuhao's eyes as his gaze swept over the shimmering light flowing across the cyan dragon's body.
A pure and solid force of time was radiating outwards from the broken dragon scales and wounds.
That makes perfect sense.
A sudden realization dawned on him: the identity of the remains was now obvious.
Time Dragon King.
In the great war that shook the heavens and the earth in the realm of gods, the Dragon God went mad, and his nine dragon kings fell one after another.
This supreme dragon race, which controlled the laws of time, fell from the God Realm directly to the Douluo Continent after its demise, creating the Meteor Dragon Canyon that stretches for thousands of miles.
The laws of time inherently possess strong repulsiveness and concealment.
Its true form is not directly exposed in the real world, but is hidden in this independent time canyon that is detached from the dimensions of reality, by using the residual power of its laws.
The suspended blood pool that condensed in the basin of the present world was merely a projection of the blood essence that had seeped out of this corpse over millions of years.
Even the smallest scraps were enough to create so many terrifyingly powerful high-level sub-dragons in the core area of the Meteor Dragon Canyon.
It is indeed reasonable for the remains of a god-king level being to achieve this level of existence.
Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze, lowered his head again, and looked at the magnificent, endless river at his feet.
The river water had a translucent color and made no rushing sound; it was eerily quiet.
In every rolling wave, countless bizarre and fantastical scenes are reflected.
He gazed into the distance and could even see the falling stars, the changing of mountains and rivers, and countless grand illusions that did not belong to the present era in the ever-changing waves.
This is very likely the legendary river of time that carries all that has passed and will continue to pass.
Even just standing above this river, one can feel the vicissitudes and weight that could easily annihilate any living being.
Deep within the sea of the spirit, a wisp of gray-white light quietly shone forth.
Elex's divine consciousness rose from above the Cauldron of Creation, his ancient voice revealing an irrepressible excitement.
"Yuhao, this is truly a godsend."
This necromancer, who once stood at the pinnacle of another world, pierced through the sea of consciousness and fixed his gaze on the lapis lazuli dragon's body, fully displaying the fanatical professionalism of a necromancer.
"Such a huge and complete top-grade dragon body, having withstood the erosion of countless years, has not decayed under the laws of time."
Elex sighed, his tone growing increasingly fervent, "Its own status is too high. The passage of time here has not only not destroyed it, but has also nourished its bones and flesh invisibly."
"If it can be refined into an undead creature, there is even a chance to retain some of its ability to control the laws of time when it was alive."
The necromantic calamity made the most professional judgment: "For my necromancy, this is absolutely an impeccable and excellent material."
Huo Yuhao's lips twitched slightly.
They set their sights on a Time Dragon King of god-king caliber, intending to use it to create an undead being.
This is why Old Yi dared to have such a crazy idea.
Before he could reply, Electrolux suddenly paused.
The immense power of divine consciousness, like an invisible net, spread outwards through the gap in the sea of consciousness, and quickly retreated when it touched the azure-gold remains above.
Be careful.
Electrolux's voice instantly regained its usual seriousness, with a clear hint of vigilance in its tone.
"There's something inside that wreckage."
Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow, his mental energy immediately tensing up.
"Its dragon soul has not completely dissipated."
Elex continued, "Although it is extremely damaged and in a deep slumber, the essence of its soul still lies dormant deep within the three pieces of the body."
Huo Yuhao frowned even more deeply.
Even a living dragon soul, with only fragmented consciousness remaining, is a potentially fatal variable in this independent space governed by the laws of time.
He nodded, neither making any rash moves nor choosing to turn back and leave this world.
With the remains of the Time Dragon King right in front of him, it would be absolutely not his style not to take a piece of his flesh.
Huo Yuhao sat down cross-legged on the spot, hovering in the void in mid-air.
He took a deep breath and focused all his mental energy within a ten-meter radius around him, no longer probing the dragon body above.
The three-colored soul core deep within his dantian circulated rapidly, with ice blue, crimson, and emerald green lights intertwining and flowing, transforming into a powerful devouring force.
The essence in the blood pool below, guided by an invisible force, transformed into slender, crimson streams that continuously flowed into his brow.
In this blood pool closest to the Time Dragon King's true form, the purity of the essence blood far exceeds that of the projection in the mortal world by more than a hundred times.
A surge of intensely hot and pure dragon essence flowed into his meridians, continuously cleansing his limbs and bones.
The Titan's blood resonated deep within his veins, greedily devouring the energy contained within the blood of the God-King.
Even the 300,000-year-old Xuanxiao Sacred Dragon essence that was originally dormant in the soul ring became unusually active at this moment, frantically absorbing the true dragon aura that was of the same origin but was countless levels higher.
Its already domineering foundation, under this almost force-feeding approach, gradually evolved towards a higher level.
The meridians were continuously expanded, the density of the bones increased again, and even the blood flowing in the body faintly shimmered with a golden light belonging to the laws of time.
Huo Yuhao was multitasking.
He diverted half of his mental computing power to maintain the deduced spacetime fundamental transformation model.
Silvery-white spatial power intertwined at his fingertips, colliding and merging with the surrounding free-floating laws of time, transforming into a layer of blue and white spacetime membrane that completely enveloped his body.
In this deadly space-time canyon, only by maintaining absolute legal isolation can one prevent the hidden dragon soul from taking advantage of its home field when it awakens.
The spacetime fluctuations, imperceptible to ordinary people, rippled outwards from Huo Yuhao like waves on water.
This ripple was gentle yet extremely penetrating, appearing particularly abrupt in this otherwise absolutely still void.
This spacetime force, entirely artificially created, constantly clashes and cancels out the surrounding external spacetime force, its ripples spreading upwards.
Ripples passed through layers of dark red blood energy, crossed the void, and finally touched the azure-gold dragon body that was floating high above.
Deep within the remains, in a darkness and nothingness that had been silent for tens of thousands of years, a faint spark of consciousness suddenly flickered.
That external spatial-temporal fluctuation directly touched the deepest source of memory in this ancient remnant soul.
On the surface of the massive, crippled body, a faint, dim luster appeared on the dull lapis lazuli dragon scales.
The dark red blood seeping from those huge wounds seemed to pause briefly at this moment.
Stimulated by this unique spacetime fluctuation, the dormant dragon soul began to slowly revive.
A profound sense of vicissitude, spanning countless years, slowly awakens within this broken body, carrying with it a deep sense of doubt and bewilderment.
This fluctuation is the power of spacetime.
That ancient thought instinctively and rapidly searched through past memories.
Could it be the Dragon God's shadow guard, the Dragon of Time and Space?
That faint yet pure fluctuation in spacetime, like an invisible key, silently touched the deepest part of that lapis lazuli body.
In this isolated canyon that has been silent for countless years, a faint spark of consciousness begins to flicker in the darkness.
Dialluka's ancient remnant soul gradually broke free from the quagmire of chaos and fully awakened.
It surged in nothingness, driven by instinct, and immediately began to search for past knowledge in accordance with that familiar law.
The Dragon of Time and Space.
This name occupies a very special place in Dialluka's long history of memory.
That little guy doesn't belong to the legitimate lineage of the nine Dragon Kings, but is an outstanding third-generation descendant born during the most prosperous period of the Dragon Clan.
The other person was born favored by the laws of time and space of the entire universe, and their aptitude was astonishingly high.
After crossing the threshold to godhood, the other party effortlessly condensed a spacetime godhood that even the older generation coveted.
In just 30,000 years, that descendant easily reached the level of a first-class god that ordinary gods could not even touch in millions of years.
If it continues to grow at that monstrous rate, given tens of thousands of years more to mature, breaking through the barrier of the God-King will be a natural outcome.
Even taking another step forward and completely surpassing these veteran Nine Dragon Kings is by no means an unattainable fantasy.
Thinking of that exceptionally talented genius within his clan, Dialuka's thoughts were inevitably drawn back to those unbearable years.
An overwhelming sense of sorrow and helplessness arose from the originally calm ancient thoughts.
That was a catastrophe that wiped out the entire dragon race of the divine realm, and an absolute crushing defeat with absolutely no chance of victory.
Driven to madness, the Dragon God, in front of all the high-ranking dragons, opened his massive maw without hesitation and swallowed the most legitimate prince of the dragon race whole.
He didn't even have time to weigh the pros and cons; almost out of instinct to protect his people, he rushed forward to try to stop the absurd tragedy.
But what came head-on was only a Dragon God Claw strike without any reservation.
That terrifying destructive power, surpassing all the laws of the Dao, destroyed all the defenses he was so proud of the moment they came into contact.
That force was simply too domineering.
At that time, the Dragon God's cultivation had long since transcended the established level of God King, reaching an unknown height that they could not comprehend at all.
Faced with that absolute crushing power, the time laws he had painstakingly cultivated for countless epochs were as fragile as a sheet of paper.
With just one strike, his massive, forged dragon body was forcibly torn into three pieces, and his original divine core shattered on the spot.
With his life hanging by a thread, he fell from the lofty realm of gods and crashed into this insignificant lower plane, where he was forced into a long and endless slumber.
The past glory and tragedy vanished quickly from my consciousness like smoke.
Dialluka forcibly pulled his thoughts away, projecting his ancient and profound perceptions onto this independent space-time detached from the present world.
He originally thought that the one who could wake him up precisely at this point in time was most likely that descendant who had luckily survived the war.
But when his senses penetrated the cyan dragon's body and landed on the small blood pool below, which was entirely formed from his own overflowing blood and qi, the ancient will clearly paused for a moment.
In this absolutely still void, a human is sitting cross-legged above the pool of blood.
This is completely illogical.
A human boy with slender bones, who was not even fully developed, was wrapped in a blue-white membrane that perfectly interpreted time and space.
That thin membrane not only completely shut out the deadly laws of time within this canyon, but it was also recklessly devouring the high-grade essence flowing from his broken body.
How could a mortal who hasn't even reached the threshold of godhood possibly control such a spacetime power that points directly to the origin of the Great Dao?
This completely overturned the ideas he had built up over countless centuries.
Dialloka patiently concentrated his invisible perception slightly and carefully scanned the boy's body below along the edge of the spacetime membrane.
Even a brief examination caused his ancient thoughts to surge with intense waves once again.
Within this frail human body lurked a terrifying depth that even he found unbelievable.
The bloodlines of the Ice God from the far north, the domineering Titan bloodline, and the White Tiger bloodline that has stepped into the level of a ferocious beast are all intertwined without any repulsion, operating in perfect harmony.
What surprised him most was that a flawless true dragon bloodline flowed within the scalding, icy blue blood.
That wasn't some mixed aura from dragons or earth dragons, but the pure, genuine essence of the dragon race, pure to the extreme.
Moreover, in the dantian of this young man, there was a vortex of energy that gathered the three extreme attributes of water, fire and wood.
The structure of that thing was rigorous and ingenious, and it looked exactly like a soul beast's inner core that had been tempered a thousand times, continuously providing this body with enormous power.
This is a perfect composite that combines all kinds of top-quality bloodlines.
Dialluka's thoughts lingered in mid-air for a long time.
A normal human body simply could not withstand so many mutually exclusive divine beast origins; it would have been completely torn apart by the violent power long ago.
Could this kid be a soul beast that has transformed and rebuilt itself?
The moment the thought popped into his head, he immediately gave it his approval.
Only those soul beasts that inherently possess high-level bloodlines can form an energy core similar to an inner core within their bodies, and only the essence of a soul beast can accommodate such mixed bloodline power.
But he immediately dismissed this conjecture in his mind.
This is absolutely absurd.
In the ancient era in which he lived, the Soul Beast race ruled the entire Great Thousand World, and was extremely prosperous in both its resources and numbers.
At that time, humanity was nothing more than tiny specks of dust, clinging to life in the gaps between various races.
Those of their kind who possess the bloodlines of divine beasts and true dragons are born high above, enjoying the offerings and reverence of all races, and they don't care about other living beings at all.
Even a low-level 100,000-year-old soul beast like the Soft Bone Rabbit, which can only become food for other carnivorous soul beasts, would never lower itself to choose to transform into a weak and helpless human.
Moreover, this is a special soul beast that possesses a perfect true dragon bloodline and various top-tier origins.
Instead of being a perfectly good supreme divine beast, why would someone choose to shed their indestructible scales and fur and become human again? Unless their brain has been hit by a meteorite, they simply cannot do such a stupid thing.
Dialuka found it increasingly strange.
The outside world seemed to have undergone some kind of dramatic change that he could not comprehend at all.
He originally only wanted to figure out the source of the spacetime fluctuations, and then continued to sleep, waiting for his soul to naturally dissipate over the years.
But the strange human figure below successfully piqued his interest in exploring it.
Regardless of whether this guy is human or beast, the spacetime fluctuations enveloping his body are undeniable; they are definitely from the same source.
Since he's just a wisp of a soul left anyway, instead of making wild guesses here, he might as well show up and ask him directly.
We can also find out from this newcomer just how badly the soul beast race has fallen that such a top genius would go down the wrong path of transformation and re-cultivation.
Dialuka withdrew his probing senses, gathered his ancient will slightly, and no longer concealed his oppressive aura.
Without any hesitation, he directly invoked the power of the laws that were floating around him, and a deep and ancient voice rang out from that absolutely still void.
"Young man, are you a descendant of the Dragon of Time and Space?"
"Young man, are you a descendant of the Dragon of Time and Space?"
A deep and weathered voice echoed from the void, completely pulling Huo Yuhao out of his deep meditation.
He slowly opened his eyes, not annoyed by the interruption, but rather quite pleased with the immense power surging through his meridians.
Under the infusion of that extremely pure dragon essence, he didn't even notice the passage of time, and the soul core deep in his dantian spun even faster.
With a faint sonic boom emanating from within his body, the invisible barrier hindering his cultivation was forcefully broken through.
Level 50.
Even a tiny bit of the residual blood essence of this God-King level Time Dragon King is enough to rival any rare immortal herb of 100,000 years.
He had originally planned to take advantage of the still lingering, immense soul power to fuse with the golden soul ring that the Douluo plane consciousness had entrusted to him.
This sudden, aged inquiry directly interrupted his subsequent cultivation plans.
The icy blue fluorescence in Huo Yuhao's eyes shifted subtly as his gaze swept across his surroundings, revealing that the environment had completely changed.
The churning, suspended pool of blood was gone, and the river of time that stretched across the void had also vanished.
He was in a closed space constructed entirely of pure spiritual energy, with a huge phantom looming not far ahead.
That was a Time Dragon King shrunk countless times.
The phantom was covered with slightly ethereal lapis lazuli dragon scales, and the aura of the awe-inspiring laws of time still lingered on it. Just by looking at it, one could feel that time was passing by at an alarming rate.
This was clearly a dragon soul that had been separated from that enormous, broken body.
Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow.
It is highly likely that the spacetime membrane he had just created to resist the erosion of time had awakened this ancient being who had been sleeping for countless years due to the fluctuations it emitted.
He made no attempt to conceal himself, straightening his body from mid-air and naturally adopting the respectful posture befitting a junior.
"The senior has misunderstood."
Lying to the remnant soul of a god-king who has lived for countless centuries and once stood at the pinnacle of the divine realm is meaningless; the other party only needs to glance at him to see through the true nature of this body.
Huo Yuhao spoke very frankly, "I am not a soul beast who has transformed and rebuilt my cultivation. I am just a human who happens to have mastered some of the power of space and time."
As soon as these words were spoken, the enormous phantom of the dragon soul in front of them trembled violently.
Although Dialluka had already harbored this absurd suspicion in its mind when it was secretly investigating, it still found it hard to believe when it heard the other party admit it to itself.
A mere human being was able to knead together the ice god, the Titan, and even the pure essence of a dragon from the far north, and fuse them together flawlessly.
This completely overturned all the understanding it had previously established.
Dialluka lowered its enormous head with forked dragon horns, its two dark golden vertical pupils staring directly at the tiny human boy below.
"Humans?"
Its tone held a hint of strangeness, "Has humanity's true potential in the outside world reached such an astonishing level?"
It didn't dwell on the question too much, but instead asked about what it cared about most.
"And what about the Soul Beast race now?"
Dialloka pressed his massive head down. "How many pure-blooded dragons are left? And what's the situation like in the realm of the gods?"
Huo Yuhao sighed silently.
Answering questions that concern the future direction of the world order certainly requires some skill.
He couldn't very well tell the other person directly that he had a popular novel in his head that recorded the course of the entire continent's history for the next tens of thousands of years.
He quickly sifted through the information in his memory, eliminating those parts whose origins he couldn't explain, and pieced together a rough outline, half true and half false.
"The Soul Beast race is in a very difficult situation."
Huo Yuhao said calmly, "Human soul guidance technology has developed extremely rapidly. High-level soul masters are hunting soul beasts on a large scale to obtain soul rings and bones. Many rare races are being squeezed out of their living space and are on the verge of extinction."
"Some ancient bloodlines that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years are now reduced to a few scattered individuals hiding in the deep mountains and forests, barely clinging to life."
"As for the pureblood dragon race."
He shrugged and continued speaking, meeting the other person's intense gaze.
"As far as I know, on the entire Douluo Continent, apart from the Silver Dragon King hiding at the bottom of the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Great Forest and the Black Dragon Clan Chief Di Tian, there is probably no third one."
Di Yaluka's phantom trembled once more.
It clearly did not expect that the supreme race that once ruled the world would decline to such an appalling degree.
"The situation in the realm of gods is even worse."
Huo Yuhao didn't give the other party any time to process the information and directly delivered the most crucial message.
"The rules of the God Realm stipulate that the Soul Beast race, no matter how high their cultivation level, is forever forbidden from becoming a god."
After these words were spoken, the entire void fell completely silent.
Dialloka did not ask any more questions, and the enormous dragon soul floated in mid-air, falling into a long silence.
The light on the surface of that phantom flickered, exuding an indescribable sense of desolation and horror.
It never imagined that the defeat it experienced back then would bring such a profound disaster.
The entire Soul Beast race had their hopes of raising their heads completely severed, and their path to godhood was forever blocked, leaving them only as prey for humans to improve their cultivation.
Huo Yuhao stood there, looking at the other person's deeply shocked and regretful appearance, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
He had a clear understanding of the intricate background settings from the original work in his previous life.
The original text clearly states that this guy, together with the Emerald Dragon King, betrayed the Dragon God, causing the Dragon God to devour the Dragon Prince in a state of delirium, leading to his complete madness and out-of-control rampage, ultimately igniting the entire war.
Why are you putting on this heartbroken act now? What were you doing all this time?
Of course, the high and mighty Dragon God back then also had some incomprehensible ideas in his mind, and the absurd things he did were truly outrageous.
"..."
For a moment, Huo Yuhao's desire to complain faded, and he didn't know what to say.
Just when he thought the conversation that transcended time and space was about to fall into an awkward silence, the silent dragon soul above suddenly spoke.
The tone was no longer filled with the weariness and bewilderment of before, but with a deep-seated resentment.
"That's it!"
Dialuka's voice became somewhat distorted due to extreme anger, and it reverberated in the void, creating visible mental ripples.
"The Dragon God betrayed us!"
"It betrayed the soul beasts, it betrayed the entire dragon race!"
Huo Yuhao was completely stunned.
The enormous dragon soul churned violently in mid-air, its already illusory azure-gold scales becoming even more distorted due to its extreme loss of control over its emotions.
"That guy was a complete madman from the very beginning!"
...
Dialluka's voice no longer possessed its initial vicissitudes and composure; instead, it carried an almost obsessive hysteria that echoed repeatedly throughout the entire mental space.
"I knew it a long time ago, its brain is definitely not normal!"
...
Huo Yuhao stood there, watching the legendary, high and mighty Dragon King roar wildly like a resentful woman who had lost control, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He didn't rush to interrupt the other person's venting; he simply maintained the surrounding spacetime membrane, letting the violent mental waves sweep past him.
"That was the day when the entire divine realm had the best chance of being promoted to a god star!"
...
The dragon soul in mid-air twisted violently, as if it had returned to that bloody and tragic battlefield, causing the surrounding space to tremble.
"We dragons were just a hair's breadth away from completely transcending the established laws and barriers!"
...
"But precisely at that moment, the destructive and creative forces within that old madman completely lost their balance!"
...
Amidst Dialloka's intermittent, even somewhat incoherent roars, Huo Yuhao's mind raced, rapidly sorting through the jumbled information.
As one of the nine Dragon Kings who split directly from the Dragon God's origin, this Time Dragon King had an instinctive sense of rejection towards his nominal father from the very beginning of his life.
In its eyes, the Dragon God, who wields the power of creation and destruction, is not a great deity who protects the race, but a powder keg that could explode at any moment.
This extremely unstable way of thinking is completely different from that of other normal organisms.
Especially at that crucial juncture when the divine realm attempted to ascend to the status of a divine star.
Dialloka used his proud laws of time to glimpse a corner of the future.
In that river of time, it clearly saw the Dragon God go completely mad, personally slaughtering the entire high-ranking members of the dragon race, directly leading to the great purge of the divine realm.
That one-sided massacre forever robbed the entire soul beast race of any chance of survival, reducing them to mere prey in the lower realms.
In order to prevent this tragedy from happening, it made a decision that it believed to be absolutely correct.
It secretly approached the exceptionally talented dragon prince and urged him to use the same pure, same-origin power to awaken the dragon god, who was then in a state of chaos.
In its mind, as long as the Dragon God could regain his sanity, this catastrophe that would sweep through the entire race could be nipped in the bud.
But it never expected that the Dragon God would go mad much faster than it had anticipated.
The prince who went to awaken his father didn't even have time to finish a word before the Dragon God, who had completely lost his mind, bit him to pieces and swallowed him whole.
Those were his own flesh and blood, yet they became the first sacrifice after that madman lost his mind.
This bite completely destroyed the Dragon God's last shred of clarity and became the fuse that ignited the entire war in the divine realm.
Huo Yuhao went through the entire logical line in his mind and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
This is simply a huge dark joke.
From God's perspective, in later accounts, the cause of this great calamity that led to the decline of the Soul Beasts was clearly the secret collusion between the Time Dragon King and the Emerald Dragon King, who betrayed the Dragon God, causing the Dragon God to mistakenly kill his own son in a moment of confusion, which led him to completely descend into madness.
However, from the perspective of this person involved, the truth is completely reversed.
It felt that it was a prophet who had tried his best to save his people, and that the reason he failed was simply because he was not strong enough to stop the mad dragon god.
It still doesn't understand that it was precisely its interventionist behavior, which attempted to alter the future, that actually toppled the domino that triggered the avalanche.
This is a classic example of a fatalistic paradox.
The more you try to change that terrible future, the more precisely you will push yourself into that predetermined abyss with every choice you make.
"..."
For a moment, Huo Yuhao didn't know what to say.
The saying "a thousand people will have a thousand different interpretations of Hamlet" applies equally to these ancient behemoths.
However, he was too lazy to delve into who was right and who was wrong in that old feud, since those old grudges had nothing to do with him, a human from a later era.
Who betrayed whom, and who saved whom—that's all ancient history, a messy history.
As long as you don't cause him any trouble, what were those dragons thinking back then? He's not even interested in listening to stories.
The frenzied roar in mid-air finally subsided.
After Dialluka vented the pent-up frustration and resentment of countless years, the enormous phantom appeared even dimmer, and a layer of deathly gray aura began to rise on its surface, as if even maintaining its form had become somewhat difficult.
It lowered its head, its dull, vertical pupils staring silently at Huo Yuhao below.
"There's no point in saying anything more now that things have come to this."
Its weathered voice carried an undisguised weariness, slowly spreading through the void.
"My remnant soul had already reached its limit, and the ordeal just now has exhausted the last bit of its original essence."
"I will completely vanish in less than half an hour."
Huo Yuhao looked up at the other person, maintaining his respectful attitude as a junior, and patiently waited for the other person to continue.
Since this ancient being went out of its way to bring him into this spiritual space and went to great lengths to recount so many old stories, it was definitely not just to find a listener to vent to.
As expected, Dialluka remained silent for a moment before getting straight to the point.
"No matter what your background is, being able to master the same spacetime power is a kind of fate between us."
Its enormous dragon body slowly pressed down, completely suppressing the oppressive aura of a god-king, and its tone became more solemn than ever before.
"Young man, are you willing to accept my Time Godhood and become the second Time Dragon King of this world?"
As for why the other party started by referring to the second-generation Time Dragon King instead of the second-generation Time God, the reason is actually quite simple.
In the eyes of this ancient dragon king, the human's physical attributes were simply too outrageous.
The bloodlines of the Ice God, the Titan Gods, the Divine Beast White Tiger, and the Phoenix, along with the extremely pure True Dragon bloodline, were all seamlessly integrated together without any rejection.
Even in the dantian, there was a three-colored soul core formed by the condensation of three extreme attributes.
In the eyes of that veteran Dragon King, the rotating soul core was no different from the inner core inside a soul beast.
A monster with pure dragon blood flowing through its veins, a soul beast core inside its body, and an incredibly powerful physique, exudes the aura of a genuine soul beast from the inside out, except for the outermost layer of human skin it wears.
Huo Yuhao looked at the dragon soul in mid-air that exuded an ancient and powerful aura.
If any Soul Master from the outside world heard these conditions, they would probably kneel down and kowtow in gratitude on the spot.
Even he himself was envious of this supreme divine position and the origin of time.
But he was well aware of his current situation.
Not only does he bear the identity of the Child of Nature and have his consciousness intertwined with the original spirit of the Douluo Continent, but deep within his spiritual sea also sits the inheritance marks personally engraved by two current God Kings.
Life and destruction.
These two laws are already extremely domineering, and if a Dragon King deity representing the Great Dao of Time is forcibly inserted into them...
Who knows if the collision of these three completely different top-tier forces within his body will directly shatter his meridians and even his sea of consciousness.
To avoid such an uncontrollable accident, he decided to confront the issue directly.
With a slight thought, the three-colored soul core deep within his dantian accelerated its rotation, and a surge of pure soul power flowed upwards along his meridians, rushing straight to his mind.
Huo Yuhao separated a strand of his mental energy and struck the hidden node deep inside his forehead.
A faint glow appeared between his brows.
An extremely intricate mark quietly lit up.
The mark is divided in two from the middle, with the left side showing a deep, dark purple and the right side a vibrant, bright green.
Destruction and rebirth, two diametrically opposed laws, blend together in a perfect balance.
Purple and green light pierced through the barrier of the spacetime membrane and spread out in this spiritual space.
The enormous phantom paused for a moment in mid-air.
Dialluka was originally waiting for the other party to bow down and accept the divine status, but he did not expect to be met with this unexpected turn of events.
It probed with its ancient senses, a hint of surprise flashing in its two dark golden vertical pupils.
This little guy has already been beaten to it.
Moreover, he was chosen as the successor by two gods who possessed supreme laws.
This is an extremely rare occurrence in the history of the divine realm.
However, upon further reflection, it realized that this was entirely reasonable.
This monstrous descendant, who perfectly fused the Ice God, Titan, and White Tiger of the far north with the essence of a pure-blooded true dragon, and who also possessed a three-colored inner core in his dantian, would have been an absolute hot commodity fought over by all forces in that ancient era teeming with geniuses.
Even the nine Dragon Kings would probably fight tooth and nail over who would inherit the mantle if they encountered such a promising talent.
Nowadays, as long as the gods in the outside world are not blind, they would never let go of such a perfect seedling that is so rare throughout the ages.
Dialuka put aside his initial surprise and refocused his attention on the two waves of law.
It carefully discerned the aura of destruction and life.
The ancient consciousness was clearly shaken the moment it came into contact with the origin of the law.
"Huh?"
Dialluka lowered its massive dragon head slightly, its voice carrying a hint of undisguised surprise.
"It's those two little guys."
A complex light flickered in its dim, vertical pupils, as if piercing through endless years and seeing again certain scenes from the ancient divine realm.
"I never imagined that the two little followers who followed those old fogies back then would grow up to be this big now."
His tone conveyed disbelief, mixed with a sense of irony at the cruel twist of fate.
"This pure strength of law is probably comparable to that of the nine Dragon Kings back then."
Dialloka slowly closed his eyes, his massive body ceasing its tumbling in mid-air, completely lost in that distant memory.
Huo Yuhao looked at the ancient dragon soul lost in its memories in mid-air and did not interrupt it.
The little guy and follower mentioned by this ancient dragon king are clearly referring to the God of Destruction and the God of Life, who now sit on the highest judgment seat in the divine realm.
In terms of seniority, this Time Dragon King certainly has the right to use such an elder's tone to evaluate those two God Kings.
He had already quickly gone through the pros and cons in his mind.
The God of Destruction was a participant in that great war in the divine realm and one of the main victims affected by the Dragon God's madness.
Having experienced the near collapse of the entire divine realm and the fall of countless gods, the God-King in charge of the laws of destruction had long since developed severe PTSD in the Soul Beast race.
Among those who enforced the ironclad rule that soul beasts could never become gods, the God of Destruction was undoubtedly a prominent figure.
This is no longer a simple prejudice, but a deep-seated defensiveness.
That god-king took the rules very seriously and harbored absolute hostility toward anything that might threaten the stability of the divine realm.
Even if we take a step back and say that...
Even if the Dragon God hadn't left behind that vicious curse that restricted soul beasts from becoming gods before his death, the God of Destruction would definitely have joined forces with other gods and used the power of the divine realm's central hub to completely seal off the soul beasts' path to ascension.
That god-king would absolutely not allow such an uncontrollable tragedy to repeat itself a second time.
Thinking of this, a strange look flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
If the Time Dragon King knew that the God Realm had not only been completely taken over by its so-called lackey, but that the lackey was also sparing no effort in suppressing the entire Soul Beast race.
This senior figure would probably be so angry he'd collapse on the spot.
Of course, he could never reveal these crucial truths.
The old dragon is clearly unaware of what has changed in the outside world, let alone what the God of Destruction has been up to behind the scenes.
It's better to keep these kinds of things to yourself.
If he were to reveal the truth now, and this senior figure couldn't handle the shock and refused to grant him even the Time Godhood, then his trip would have been completely wasted.
He stood there, continuing to pretend he knew nothing, honestly remaining an outsider.
Time passed little by little.
Dialloka finally snapped out of his long reverie.
It reopened its eyes, and the enormous phantom in mid-air slowly exhaled a murky breath, letting out a desolate sigh.
"That's it."
It shook its head, its tone tinged with helplessness.
"Since you, little fellow, have already been chosen by those two juniors, there's no reason for me, this fading soul, to force you to change your ways."
It is very clear about the rules of divine succession.
Especially for such a deadly pact that has already been marked by the laws of nature, if the laws of time are forcibly used to wash it away, it is very likely to burst this perfect vessel.
Huo Yuhao stood below, not responding, patiently waiting for the other party to make their next demands.
This kind of old monster that has lived for countless epochs, even if it is the next best thing, it is absolutely impossible to really let this treasure die in this void.
As expected, Dialluka suppressed all his emotions, and the light of the remaining laws of time on the surface of the phantom began to surge.
It lowered its massive head, its two vertical pupils staring directly at Huo Yuhao, its gaze becoming more serious and solemn than ever before.
"Junior, you need to do one thing for me."
Its voice was no longer old and weak, but carried a resolute determination, echoing heavily in the mental space.
"That means killing the Dragon God!"
These words, filled with overwhelming resentment and murderous intent, almost shook the surrounding spacetime membrane, creating a ring of fine ripples.
Dialluka's voice was filled with undisguised madness.
"As long as you can do it."
It revealed all its chips, word by word.
"This is my Dragon Pill."
"This is the Godhood of Time."
"This is the clock of time."
"And my remaining body outside, and my last remaining divine dragon soul."
"They can all be yours."