Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 405 No comparison, no harm; drastically different lives

As time continued to pass.

As everyone watched, Yu Xiaolie absorbed his third spirit ring, and the dragon cub's martial soul began to have the foundation to transform into a dragon. At this time, the sleeping Dragon Emperor also began to open his eyes.

In contrast, Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao did not absorb any more spirit rings after absorbing his second spirit ring.

Yu Xiaogang will forever remain a level 29 Great Soul Master.

He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and gave up cultivation altogether.

The screen image is sped up.

As everyone witnessed, whenever Yu Xiaolie faced soul shocks while absorbing a soul ring beyond his level, the phantom of the Dragon Emperor would frequently appear in his spiritual world to help him shatter the resentment of the soul beasts.

And the Dragon Cub's Martial Soul is undergoing tremendous changes under these repeated baptisms and the nourishment of the Dragon Emperor's will.

Afterwards, as everyone saw that it could evolve into different forms of holy dragons, the Dragon Emperor's mental state improved more and more.

The most obvious change was that the phantom of the Dragon Emperor became clearer and clearer.

Finally, as everyone knows, the Dragon Cub Martial Soul was the first to awaken the Dragon Emperor form.

In another corner of the scene, Yu Xiaogang's lonely figure flashed briefly, along with Luo Sanpao at his feet, who was still making "luo luo" noises and could not even evolve into his holy dragon form, standing out starkly from the magnificent scene.

This silent contrast speaks louder than a thousand words.

The entire Douluo Continent fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone understood why such a strange phenomenon had occurred today.

Now I understand why the two brothers ultimately went down such different paths.

It's not that fate is unfair, nor is it because we started from different points.

The cause and effect of everything have already been quietly determined in every choice, every persistence, every time we face difficulties head-on or retreat and avoid them.

"So that's how it is..."

Someone, seemingly awakened from a dream, uttered a muttered murmur in the utterly silent military camp, breaking the suffocating silence.

The whisper was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples upon ripples.

"They all have the chance to awaken as Dragon Emperors! They all have the seed of that Dragon Emperor's will!"

An old soldier from the Heavenly Dou Empire pointed incredulously at the sky, his voice hoarse.

"The two of them...were born at the same time, both of them!"

"Gudong."

Someone nearby swallowed hard, their eyes glazed over.

"Yes... the Dragon Emperor Martial Soul... at the very least, it can become a holy dragon of some attribute!"

"No matter which single attribute it has, it's a top-tier martial soul!"

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up in everyone's hearts.

There was envy, there was jealousy, and even a touch of regret for that talent that was completely wasted.

"Hey, how come that Yu Xiaogang has become such a failure?"

"If only... if only he breaks through level 30... just level 30! He'll have the foundation to transform into a dragon!"

Level 30, the threshold between Great Soul Master and Soul Venerable, is an insurmountable barrier that countless Soul Masters may never be able to cross, even if they try their entire lives.

But for the person who possessed the nascent Dragon Emperor Martial Soul, it should have been just an insignificant and natural advancement, the starting point of a metamorphosis!

Once you cross that threshold, the world will be vast and boundless, and you will possess the majestic presence of a holy dragon, enough to make you stand out among ninety percent of the Soul Masters on the continent!

"Did the Blue Lightning Sect...lose their sights back then?"

Someone lowered their voice, with a belated sigh, "Such a future holy dragon, he might even be... that..." He didn't dare to say the words "Dragon Emperor," but just pointed to the sky in awe.

"Just because it was in that form in the early stages, it was treated as trash and ignored?"

"It's not entirely the sect's problem, is it?"

Someone nearby retorted, but their tone was equally wistful.

"Look at His Majesty the Dragon God, how did he get to where he was from the same starting point? He absorbed spirit rings beyond his level! Every time he was risking his life! And look at this... Yu Xiaogang?"

When the name was mentioned, the man's tone was full of undisguised contempt. "What did he do? Hunt a skunk? And then just gave up on cultivation and locked himself up to write those worthless theories that nobody reads?"

"Sigh... That's right, he chose his own path. God has already fed him, but he not only doesn't want to open his mouth, he also smashes the bowl and complains to God for not just feeding him directly!"

"To have such a perfect start and still manage to play so badly, that takes skill too!"

"No wonder His Highness Avalanche praised him so much back then. He must have known about the potential of the Dragon Cub's Martial Soul and was counting on his connections with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Dragon Emperor! But... hey, he ended up with a complete waste!"

……

at the same time.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the cold ground.

His body was numb, and black, poisonous blood was slowly seeping from the hole in his chest. Every weak breath he took carried a strong smell of blood.

But the physical pain he was experiencing at that moment was nothing compared to the torment he was suffering in his heart.

He stared blankly at the fading yet still clear light curtain in the sky, his eyes empty and lifeless, almost unfocused.

He could see the entire story of the Dragon Emperor in the light screen clearly.

Yu Xiaolie's ferocious yet resolute expression as he fought bloody battles and absorbed soul rings beyond his level, and the gradually solidifying phantom of the Dragon Emperor in his spiritual sea, which coldly yet repeatedly protected him.

Within the light screen, the holy dragon soars, the dragon emperor awakens, and divine light descends.

In the light screen... the last thing he saw was his withered and dejected figure and Luo Sanpao, the dog that could only ever bark "Luo Luo," at his feet.

When all the images are put together, they completely pierce, crush, and grind into powder all the barriers, excuses, and pitiful dignity he had built up over the decades through self-deception!

"Uh... Hehe..."

He could only make a hoarse, strange sound from his throat, and more black blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

So... he wasn't born with a useless martial soul?

Half of the supreme power of the Dragon Emperor, which even the gods would take notice of, once belonged to him.

An unprecedented, chilling regret instantly entwined his already battered heart, then tightened frantically, tightened even more!

pain!It hurts so much!
It hurts even more than when Bibi Dong's spider legs pierce his chest!

It hurts even more than venom corroding your internal organs!
It hurts even more than being punched and kicked by those soldiers and losing all my dignity!

This regret gnawed at his soul, making him wish he could turn back time and go back to the past to strangle the version of himself who gave up because of the slow progress of his soul power level and the pain of absorbing soul rings, and instead immersed himself in false theories to find solace!

If he could endure the loneliness and pain of cultivation, and fight like Yu Xiaolie...

If he hadn't so vehemently disliked Luo Sanpao and instead chosen a different, theoretical approach...

If he hadn't been content to stay at level 29, but instead tried every possible way to break through that barrier...

Even if it's just to become a holy dragon with a single attribute...

How glorious must he be now?
The sects would cherish him like a treasure, the Heaven Dou Empire would rely on him sincerely, and the Spirit Hall and Dong'er...

Oh, Dong'er probably won't either.

(End of this chapter)