Just as Xiao Yan and Yao Lao were excitedly discussing the advancement of the Burning Flame Technique, deep within the endless magma of this vast land, in a strange space,
a tall and majestic man clad in a magnificent purple-gold robe calmly gazed at the purple-gold cocoon of light before him. A closer look revealed a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Zi Yan, you have finally completed the inheritance of the Dragon Clan's royal blood! I have finally passed on the Dragon Clan's legacy, and Zi Yan has gained a means to protect herself!"
"Roar!"
At this moment, a majestic dragon's roar suddenly resounded within the space, but a closer listen revealed the voice's immaturity.
At this instant, the old Dragon Emperor Zhu Kun's gaze dimmed almost imperceptibly, a trace of guilt barely concealed.
"In the end, it's all my fault. I coveted the legacy of that old scoundrel, Emperor Tuoshe, only to be captured by him for thousands of years, causing Ziyan to lose the most orthodox training of the Dragon Clan."
Zhu Kun clenched his fists, his anger rising uncontrollably. "Even with my essence blood and the royal inheritance, she only barely reaches the level of an ordinary royal."
"Even if she can reach the level of a Nine-Star Dou Sheng in the future, she will still be unable to compare with the emperors of the past. That old scoundrel Tuoshe, he's truly despicable!"
"Roar!"
Just then, the roar of a dragon rang out again, but it was vastly different from the roar of an ordinary Ancient Void Dragon. Moreover, the dragon might contained within it surprised even Zhu Kun.
Because even with his peak Nine-Star Dou Sheng realm, he felt a trace of imperceptible pressure from this dragon roar, which was beyond his imagination.
You must know that Ziyan, after receiving the royal inheritance, has only reached the level of a high-level Dou Zong. Of course, all of this was due to Zhu Kun's suppression, preventing her combat power from falling behind as her cultivation level increased. That's why Zi Yan hadn't reached the Dou Zun realm.
Even if she had, the gap between her and Zhu Kun would still be vast. This dragon's might even give him a strange sense of pressure, which was truly unbelievable.
"Wait, this aura... how come it's so similar to that kid Lin Feng's aura?"
Zhu Kun seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself, "Could it be because of that powerful cultivation technique from the Upper Realm Dragon Clan?"
Thinking of this, Zhu Kun subconsciously activated the True Dragon Body Forging Technique. The strange feeling reappeared; a faint warm current flowed deep within his body, as if his blood was slightly boiling.
Of course, this warm current was too weak; even with Zhu Kun's Emperor Realm soul, it was sometimes difficult to perceive.
However, how could a powerhouse of his level be mistaken? This was also why he firmly believed that this cultivation technique came from the Upper Realm Dragon Clan. Because a cultivation technique that could even slightly enhance the bloodline of the strongest expert on the Dou Qi Continent was absolutely unique on the Dou Qi Continent.
Or rather, it had disappeared with the departure of the emperors and been lost forever, because the Dragon Emperor's inheritance he possessed was already the most supreme inheritance of the Ancient Void Dragon.
"Perhaps, with this cultivation technique from the Upper Realm, Zi Yan can even break through to the Dou Di realm! Or, find the lost Emperor Qi!"
Zhu Kun's eyes were filled with a fiery light, "Perhaps, I, the Emperor, can even take this a step further, capture the Emperor Pill, and become the first Emperor in tens of thousands of years!"
"Crack!"
Just as Zhu Kun began to pay more and more attention to the True Dragon Body Forging Technique, the sound of something shattering pulled his mind back to reality.
"Roar!"
After a dragon's roar, a purple-gold giant dragon flew out from the cocoon of light and danced in the silent space. Its agile figure and perfect shape all showed its nobility.
Inside the space, Zhu Kun watched the soaring dragon with a satisfied smile, his eyes filled with doting affection.
"Boom!"
After flying for a while, the dragon suddenly attacked Zhu Kun, transforming into a young woman with purple hair just before reaching him.
A white dress appeared on her body—it was none other than Miss Zi Yan!
"Zi Yan, you have now received the most powerful Dragon Emperor inheritance of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan, and your cultivation has leaped to the peak of the seventh rank. For your age, you are already among the top in the clan!"
Zhu Kun mentally estimated Zi Yan's birth time; only a few decades had passed since she hatched. This short period of time was extremely young, not only according to the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan's timeline, but even by the lifespan of a human Dou Zong!
"However, due to my mistakes, you lost too much nourishment from the dragon clan's treasures during your growth. Even now, with my own blood essence, I can't rebuild your foundation, and you still won't reach the level I was back then!"
As he said this, a hint of guilt flashed in Zhu Kun's purple-gold eyes, quickly followed by anger towards Tuoshe Ancient Emperor.
"Hmph!"
Hearing Zhu Kun's words of remorse, Zi Yan merely snorted, unsure what to say. This guy abandoned her in those mountains for his dream of becoming a Dou Di, enduring endless bullying. If it weren't for meeting Old Man Su Qian, she might just be a wild woman who ate the Transformation Grass now.
Then, she was even more fortunate to meet Lin Feng. Thinking of this, Zi Yan suddenly felt that everything wasn't so bad after all.
Moreover, she could see the guilt this guy felt towards her; Miss Zi Yan wasn't just a reckless fool who only knew how to eat pills and fight.
"So what if I didn't receive the Dragon Clan's training? Lin Feng will help me! I only obtained that body-tempering technique because of Lin Feng!"
Not knowing what else to say, Zi Yan could only bring up the technique, then excitedly clenched her fist, instantly shattering her aloof demeanor.
"In the future, I will become an Empress, and then I, the Empress, will rescue you!"
Looking at the adorable Zi Yan, Zhu Kun's heart couldn't help but flutter, and he increasingly regretted abandoning her to seek the opportunity to become a Dou Di.
"Hahaha, then your father will thank our future Empress in advance!"
Enveloped in tenderness, Zhu Kun laughed heartily, subtly glancing into the depths of the space, secretly making a decision.
"Hmph, just you wait!"
Miss Zi Yan gave a rather arrogant snort, and then Zhu Kun began to give Zi Yan special training, using the lizardmen guarding the outer perimeter as a stepping stone for Zi Yan to familiarize herself with the Dragon Clan's heritage.
"Roar!"
After a dragon's roar, the lizardmen's momentum diminished by twenty percent. The majesty of the dragon race was not something ordinary magical beasts could withstand. Of course, to thoroughly hone Zi Yan's skills, Zhu Kun even summoned many eighth-tier lizardmen.
Many times, Zi Yan was covered in wounds, but this was commonplace for the extremely warlike Ancient Void Dragon race. The past Dragon Emperors, and even most of the dragons, had all gone through this process, and Zi Yan, with this warlike bloodline flowing in her veins, was no exception.
Of course, Dragon Island was vast, and all kinds of dragons existed; lazy dragons who didn't want to fight had naturally existed throughout Dragon Island's long history.
However, given the dragons' forthright nature, they wouldn't care; they would just wait to be beaten when other dragons' fighting spirit was aroused.
There were even some peculiar dragons who developed an interest in alchemy, wanting to become human alchemists despite their magical beast forms.
Of course, the dragons wouldn't mock you. Whatever your ambition, as long as you can swing your fist when the fighting spirit rises, that's enough!
While Zhu Kun recalled the interesting events on Dragon Island, Miss Zi Yan also began to rapidly master the royal inheritance. Of course, the price was that the Dou Zun powerhouse among the lizardmen's injuries became increasingly severe.
These bitter eighth-tier lizardmen, sensing the aura emanating from Zi Yan, which was identical to their guardian, dared not truly unleash their full power.
Otherwise, even with Zi Yan's royal inheritance and her advanced Dou Zong realm, suppressing a lizardman who had just entered the eighth tier would be easy, but killing him would be extremely difficult.
Even the weakest race, after entering the eighth tier, is not to be underestimated, especially since this endless lava depths are the lizardmen's home ground.
Born and raised in this lava-rich land, they naturally possess unique skills in utilizing lava, which made Zi Yan's initial situation extremely difficult.
After all, few magical beasts are unafraid of the intense heat of flames! Fortunately,
her spatial talent, etched deep within her bloodline, finally allowed her to find a way to counter it, traversing the endless void, searching for the perfect opportunity to strike.
Seeing this, Zhu Kun couldn't help but nod, "It seems that Zi Yan's talent in space is not bad at all!"
"Perhaps it's because she obtained the spatial insights contained within my blood essence. Although her spatial application at this level isn't very proficient, some of her ideas are even more amazing than when I was at this level!"
Deep within the endless magma, while Zi Yan was undergoing special training, on the ground, Lin Feng gradually awoke from his long period of seclusion.
"Buzz"
Inside the cave, the energy of heaven and earth remained unchanged, but the void hidden within the real world was stirred up by gusts of wind, as if some powerful being proficient in space had suddenly awakened, disrupting the space here.
"Already... a Seven-Star Dou Zong?"
Inside the dark cave, a voice slowly rang out, seemingly hoarse from not speaking for so long.
"Crackling sounds."
Lin Feng slowly rose, his bones creaking as he stretched. Deep within the space hidden beneath the true heavens, the boundless spatial energy seemed to suddenly surge.
"Hoo!"
However, as Lin Feng exhaled a breath of stale air, the space instantly calmed down.
"The greatest opportunity of the Dragon Emperor's blood essence lies not only in the ability to rapidly advance one's cultivation level without needing to spend extra time accumulating energy,"
Lin Feng summarized his gains from this seclusion, "but more importantly, in the inheritance of the most advanced spatial techniques of the Dou Qi Continent contained within. Although everything about the Dragon Clan has been erased by the Dragon Emperor, the understanding of space remains."
"Boom!"
With a casual wave of his hand, a rotating spatial passage appeared before him. Within the passage, invisible spatial forces continuously cut through, its destination unknown.
"Is this one of the most important talents of the Dragon Clan—space?"
Lin Feng's tone was filled with amazement. He had only absorbed the Dragon Emperor's insights, yet he could already open up spatial channels and teleport long distances at the advanced Dou Zong level.
How powerful must those ancient Void Dragons, who were born with spatial bloodlines, be?
Thinking of how Zi Yan could tear through space and retrieve hidden spiritual herbs in the treasure pavilion at the Dou Wang and even Dou Ling levels, Lin Feng couldn't help but gasp.
Before he came into contact with spatial power, although he found it terrifying, he hadn't grasped its depth. Now, he truly understood the Dragon Clan's unique advantages.
And the Dragons who received the orthodox Dragon Clan inheritance on Dragon Island, although their bloodlines weren't as noble as Zi Yan's, would certainly be no weaker than her after receiving the inheritance.
Shaking his head, Lin Feng banished these thoughts from his mind, but instead of immediately leaving seclusion, he focused his mind on the depths of his soul and arrived at the territory where the "Old Man of Eagle Mountain" was suppressed.
"My lord, please release this old man! Whatever you wish to know, I'm willing to tell you everything, even serve you as a slave, just please spare my life!"
The moment Lin Feng focused his mind, a hoarse and weak voice rang out. It was the "Eagle Mountain Elder," whose soul power Lin Feng had been intermittently absorbing for half a year.
From his weak voice, one could see how ruthlessly Lin Feng had exploited him, and how substantial Lin Feng's gains were.
Although he had to spare the old man's life and wait for him to recover, Lin Feng had only truly absorbed his soul power for about four months. Even so, he felt that his own soul had taken another significant step towards the Spirit Realm.
If Lin Feng had a system panel, he would see "+1" appearing frequently in the Soul Realm section.
And if the transition from the Mortal Realm to the Spirit Realm was considered a progress bar, Lin Feng's progress bar was already more than a third complete.
In fact, Lin Feng was no longer in a hurry to extract the secrets from the "Eagle Mountain Elder." Unsure of his ability to control the man or ascertain the truth of his words, Lin Feng's primary concern was to continuously absorb his soul power and advance to the Spirit Realm Soul stage as soon as possible.
Therefore, after observing the "Eagle Mountain Elder's" condition and ensuring his inability to escape, Lin Feng ignored his struggles and pleas for mercy, gradually disappearing from his mind.
Seeing this, the "Eagle Mountain Elder" cursed in despair,
"You devil, how dare you imprison me! Just wait for my clan's army!"
(End of Chapter)