Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 386 Bibi Dong's Fourth Trial! Dragon Battlefield - The Remnant Souls of Ten Thousand Dragons!
On the battlefield between Tian Dou and Xing Luo, smoke and dust obscured the sun.

The stench of blood, mixed with the smell of dirt and rust, pressed heavily into everyone's nostrils.

Roars, the clash of weapons, the explosion of soul skills, the agonizing cries of the dying...

The various sounds mingled together, creating a cacophony that sent chills down the spines of everyone present, assaulting the eardrums of everyone caught in the din.

There are no heroes here, only souls struggling desperately to survive.

The Star Luo Empire's heavy armored legions repeatedly assaulted the Heaven Dou Empire's crumbling defenses.

The Soul Masters' Soul Skills clashed and collided in the air, exploding into dazzling yet deadly flames. Each flash could take away several or even dozens of lives.

Resentment grew, and murderous intent permeated the air.

On the edge of the battlefield, in a shadowy area obscured by huge, charred, dead trees and jagged rocks.

Bibi Dong quietly disappeared here.

Her aura blended perfectly into this environment filled with death and despair.

The purplish-black energy acted like the thinnest veil, isolating her from the outside world. Even a Title Douluo-level perception would find it difficult to detect her presence.

She sat cross-legged with her eyes closed. On the center of her smooth forehead, a complex mark of destruction flickered slightly, like a greedy mouth silently sucking.

Her divine sense, like countless slender, cold tentacles, cautiously spread out, covering this vast killing field.

She avoided the center of those violent clashes of soul skills, focusing instead on sensing the subtle fluctuations that individual lives produce when they experience extreme emotional outbursts.

It was an extremely weak, yet incredibly pure, will.

Most of them came from the Star Luo Empire, which was aggressive and had strong desires.

They were killing, conquering, and destroying; their will was more proactive and more intense, filled with a fanatical desire to crush everything and turn enemy countries into scorched earth.

On the other hand, the Heavenly Dou Empire's actions were more of a desperate counterattack, a grief and anger at the destruction of their homeland, and a curse before their death...

These wills are equally strong, yet they appear even more murky and painful.

Bibi Dong meticulously peeled away and sifted through the chaotic torrent of emotions, striving to extract the purest destructive intent she needed.

This process is extremely mentally taxing, like trying to catch a single drop of water in a raging torrent.

Her face was slightly pale, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, but her expression revealed a calm and almost cruel focus.

However, after the great battle, she only managed to collect more than 2 Destructive Wills.

Fortunately, the war between the two countries also meant that their national fortunes were being mutually depleted, and the destruction of the Heavenly Dou Empire was not something that could happen overnight.

This means she still has a chance.

This fourth test will take quite a bit of time.

……

Spirit world.

A streak of chaotic light streaked across the sky at an incredible speed, distorting even the light in its path.

The Dragon Emperor's enormous body traversed through the clouds and mist, while Yu Xiaolie stood quietly atop the dragon's head, his sharp gaze sweeping across the seemingly boundless divine realm ahead.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Yu Xiaolie asked.

In response, the Dragon Emperor let out a deep, ancient dragon roar. The massive dragon head slightly adjusted its direction and accelerated towards a direction that seemed to be empty, with even floating temple ruins and meteorites extremely rare.

The space there presents a peculiar "blank" state, as if a mark deliberately erased from the prosperous background of the divine realm. Even the energy of the divine realm's origin flows through there and naturally detours, giving people a strange sense of alienation and rejection.

As he drew closer, Yu Xiaolie keenly sensed the changes in his surroundings.

The inherent peace and tranquility of the divine realm vanished, replaced by a heavy, unsettling sense of oppression.

It was as if something invisible filled every inch of space, heavy, ancient, and full of sorrow and resentment.

The chaotic light flowing around the Dragon Emperor brightened, forming a protective shield that protected Yu Xiaolie. Even so, when Yu Xiaolie truly stepped into the boundary of that "blank" area, he still felt a sudden jolt!
"Well!"

An indescribable, immense will, mixed with overwhelming fighting spirit and dragon might, crashed down upon his spiritual world like billions of mountains!
The scene before him blurred and distorted instantly, and countless shattered lights and incomprehensible roars exploded deep in his mind!

That was not a single attack, but a mixed impact of countless powerful and lingering energies!

It was as if countless powerful beings, even after death, still maintained their obsession with fighting, endlessly waging war against each other!
Not only that, his body also felt tremendous pressure.

The bones made a faint creaking sound, the blood flow became sluggish, and each breath felt like inhaling scorching iron filings, heavy and painful.

"Where exactly is this place?"

Yu Xiaolie gritted his teeth and persevered, sending out a question through his consciousness, which was closely connected to the Dragon Emperor.

The Dragon Emperor's response carried the echoes of distant ages, and fragments of blurred yet powerful images and emotions flooded into Yu Xiaolie's senses.

Ancient Dragon Battlefield... The Burial Ground of Dragons...

The battles here are far older than the siege of the Dragon God by the five great god-kings of the divine realm. They took place in an ancient era that is difficult to recall, an earth-shattering war between the dragon race and other ancient beasts and even unknown beings.

Countless powerful dragons perished here, their dragon souls unwilling to dissipate, their dragon blood soaking the void, their wills intertwining and colliding, and over countless years, this unique, forbidden land was finally formed, forgotten and even instinctively avoided by all the gods.

They reject all outsiders, and only the purest aura of the supreme dragon race can be granted permission to enter, but even then, one must still endure the endless pressure and lingering resentment of this land where ten thousand dragons have fallen.

No wonder no deity has ever discovered or set foot in this place.

The lingering dragon's might here spontaneously formed a powerful isolation barrier, distorting perception and repelling foreign energy. If not for the guidance of the Dragon Emperor, even a god-king would probably find it difficult to locate and enter.

The Dragon Emperor's thoughts arrived again, carrying a hint of heaviness and anticipation.

The awakening of the Dragon Emperor form is only the first step. There is still a long way to go before he can return to his peak state of truly ruling over all dragons and wielding the essence of the dragon race.

And here, this battlefield that has buried countless ancient dragons, these immortal dragon souls that fought even in death, and their primordial dragon power that dissipated here, is the best, and only, place to replenish themselves and forge the Dragon Emperor.

Yu Xiaolie instantly understood the Dragon Emperor's intention. A resolute light flashed in his eyes, and he endured the dual discomfort of mind and body as he sat cross-legged on the dragon's head.

The Dragon Emperor let out a long and solemn dragon roar, and his enormous body slowly coiled down, with a bright, chaotic light shining brightly, like a giant cocoon, enveloping Yu Xiaolie and himself together.

It began to actively guide and absorb the vast yet violent remnants of ancient dragon power in the surrounding space, as well as the shattered obsessions of dragon souls.

The process of cultivation is far more painful than imagined.

Yu Xiaolie felt as if his soul had been thrown into a giant millstone, with countless violent dragon soul remnants scraping and impacting his consciousness like the sharpest blades.

Various chaotic fragments of images flashed before his eyes: earth-shattering clashes of dragon language magic, sharp claws tearing through scales, giant tails sweeping away mountains, roars and cries of impending death...

He could see a holy dragon, its body sparkling like a diamond, its wings torn apart by an invisible force, plummeting from the sky with a mournful cry...

A crimson dragon, wielding raging flames, roared as it charged into the enemy ranks, ultimately exploding with massive ice spears embedded in its body...

There were also smaller shadow dragons that darted through the shadows to assassinate, only to be purified by the holy light along with the shadows themselves...

Anger, pride, sorrow, resentment, protection, destruction...

A torrent of extreme emotions surged forth, attempting to overwhelm his self-awareness.

Yu Xiaolie guarded his mind, the Asura Godhood stabilized his soul, and the power of the Dragon Emperor protected his origin.

Gradually, amidst the endless pain and chaos, he began to be able to discern some relatively clear dragon soul imprints.

They are no longer meaningless roars and fragments, but rather entities that carry fragments of blurred history and indomitable will.

His consciousness cautiously extended outwards, like friendly branches reaching out to touch the restless remnants of the dragon souls.

At first, he was met with even more intense shocks and rejection.

However, as the Dragon Emperor's supreme and domineering aura continued to harmonize and intimidate, some relatively weaker remnants of dragon souls began to show hesitation, followed by a curious touch.

In the end... it turned into a faint resonance.

(End of this chapter)