The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

West Sea.

Dragon Palace.

Wu Zhiqi, accompanied by the Three-Eyed Monkey and Changyou, bids farewell to Su Xiaoya and returns to the West Sea Dragon Palace, only to discover that his master, the West Sea Dragon King, and his dragon wife have mysteriously disappeared.

The Dragon Palace has been deserted for ten thousand years, except for a reverse scale on the Dragon King's throne that gleams with an eerie light.

The moment they touched the reverse scale, space and time distorted, and they were transported to the battlefield of the outer invasion, where they witnessed the Dragon King being devoured by the extraterrestrial demon.

The seawater in the West Sea was so cold it was almost bone-chilling.

This isn't right.

Wu Zhiqi hovered like a light feather before the endless Dragon Palace ruins, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

The magnificent palace that once shimmered with crystal and gleamed with pearls in my memory now resembles a frail old man, reduced to ruins, lying lifelessly in the darkness of the deep sea.

Corals withered like flowers, shells resembled fallen leaves, and even the once ubiquitous sea patrol yakshas, ​​shrimp soldiers, and crab generals had vanished without a trace.

Only the whimpering sound of water flowing through the hollow temple gate seemed like the lonely weeping of the dead in the darkness.

The three-eyed monkey, like a sculpture, squatted atop a crumbling giant pillar, its vertical eye on its forehead like a burning torch, its blazing golden light sweeping over the ruins.

"Boss, this place... is so clean it's creepy."

His voice was like a sharp whistle, tinged with unease, “Not to mention any living creatures, there isn’t even a trace of anything that’s been around for nearly ten thousand years. It’s as if an invisible hand suddenly hollowed this place out, and then time stood still here.”

On the right, the four-eared monkey demon kept its mouth tightly shut, but its four ears, like sensitive radar, vibrated incessantly at high frequencies, capturing every subtle sound in the water.

Suddenly, like an arrow released from a bow, he pointed sharply towards the deepest part of the Dragon Palace—where an extremely faint light stubbornly flickered in absolute darkness, like the last glimmer of a dying star.

That was an aura that Wu Zhiqi knew all too well—the original dragon energy of the West Sea Dragon King. However, at this moment it had become mixed and impure, mixed with a heart-palpitating decay and chaos, like a tragic song about to end.

Wu Zhiqi felt as if a huge boulder weighed down on his heart, incredibly heavy. Without the slightest hesitation, he moved like lightning, sweeping past the dilapidated palaces and heading straight for the light.

The three-eyed monkey and Changyou exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with worry, and immediately followed closely behind.

They couldn't let anything happen to their eldest brother!

The source of the light was the solitary, coiled dragon throne standing in the Dragon King's Palace.

The throne was empty except for a palm-sized dragon scale in the very center of the seat. It was dark in color, but its edges shimmered with a strange golden light, like a pearl sleeping in the darkness.

Reverse scale!

The dragon's reverse scale—touch it, and it will surely enrage.

Not to mention the life-bound taboo of an existence like the West Sea Dragon King!

At this moment, this scale, which should have contained supreme dragon might, resembled a piece of tainted amber covered in dust, radiating an ominous aura.

"Master..."

Wuzhiqi's feelings for the Dragon King of the West Sea were like the vast and boundless ocean, deep and endless.

The iron rod in his hand was a gift from the Dragon King of the West Sea. This iron rod was like a nimble dragon, able to bend and stretch, and could grow big or small. It had helped Wuzhiqi escape danger several times.

The kindness of his master in imparting his skills is like a towering mountain, unbreakable; the gift of treasures is like a brilliant star, shining brightly, both deeply engraved in his heart.

And then there's his wife—that charming and adorable Dragon Girl junior sister…

Wu Zhiqi slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if it were the fear deep in his heart at work. That reverse scale was like the compass of his destiny, carrying countless memories and all his unease at this moment.

"Boss, watch out!" The three-eyed monkey's vertical eye flashed with dazzling golden light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, issuing a deafening warning.

However, it was too late.

Wu Zhiqi's fingertips, like light feathers, gently touched the cold surface of the Reverse Scale.

"Om-"

A deafening buzz, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded deep within his soul.

The sound didn't enter through his eardrums, but directly shook his soul, as if it were about to tear his soul apart.

Suddenly, the reverse scale erupted with a black-gold light that devoured the heavens and the earth, like a surging torrent that instantly engulfed the three of them.

The entire desolate Dragon Palace ruins resembled a shattered mirror, violently twisted and broken, as if it were about to devour the entire world.

The world spun around, and time and space seemed to be kneaded and shattered by an invisible giant hand.

When the intense tearing sensation subsided, Wu Zhiqi was astonished to find himself standing on a crimson expanse of earth.

The sky was like a torn canvas, flowing with a mixture of lava and lightning. The ugly cracks, like ferocious beasts, spread across the entire field of vision.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, tattered banners, and countless bizarre, mountain-sized corpses piled up like a pyramid of death.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, as if a messenger from hell had brought an aura of destruction and despair.

"This...this is...an ancient battlefield of an invasion from outer realms?" Changyou's voice was filled with unbelievable fear, as if it were a death knell coming from the underworld.

Just then, a dragon's roar filled with despair and indomitable spirit tore through the clamor of the battlefield, shaking Wu Zhiqi to the point of shattering his soul.

He looked up sharply.

High in the sky, a colossal silver dragon, stretching for thousands of feet, resembled a majestic silver mountain. Its familiar form appeared immense in Wu Zhiqi's eyes. Countless thick, writhing, jet-black tentacles, like ferocious pythons, tightly coiled around the dragon, preventing it from breaking free.

The dragon struggled frantically, its roar deafening, as if it were tearing the heavens and earth apart.

Each roll caused the space to collapse violently, as if the end of the world had come, but the restraint that seemed to originate from the abyss itself was as solid as steel and could not be shaken.

Above the dragon, a gigantic black shadow of indescribable shape, like a constantly twisting and changing demon, hovered there.

It has no facial features, no fixed form, only pure malice and an all-consuming void, like a bottomless black hole, exuding a chilling aura.

It opened a rift that stretched across the heavens and the earth, a rift into absolute darkness from which even light could not escape, like an entrance to hell, sending chills down one's spine.

"Master..." Wu Zhiqi's eyes were bloodshot as he roared and charged forward like a burning meteor.

However, he was like a transparent ghost. No matter how he activated his divine power or how he attacked, all his power was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

He could only watch helplessly as the colossal silver dragon, the Lord of the Western Sea, whose once majestic and vast dragon eyes were now bound and constricted by endless black tentacles, its scales shattered, and its dragon blood cascading down like a waterfall, corroding the crimson earth into a sizzling pit.

But deep within those eyes, a single, unyielding golden light, like an inextinguishable lighthouse in a storm, suddenly burned to its zenith!

"Roar……"

A dragon's roar, no longer filled with anger and resentment, but with a resolute declaration, shook the fragmented spacetime of the entire ancient battlefield.

The power contained in that voice even temporarily overwhelmed the mind-blowing, chaotic whispers of the extraterrestrial demons.

The thickest tentacles wrapped around his dragon neck sensed some extreme danger and tightened again, attempting to completely extinguish this last resistance.

The dark rift spanning the heavens and earth above the demon suddenly accelerated its devouring speed, and the terrifying suction force caused the surrounding spatial fragments to shatter like glass and be thrown into it.

However, it's too late.

Centered on the heart of the West Sea Dragon King, a single point of light, so brilliant and intense that it defies description, suddenly shone forth!

That was no ordinary light, but the Dragon Pearl, which condensed his billions of years of cultivation, life essence, and the fortune of the entire Western Sea!

The Dragon Ball was initially just a bright white point of light, but in an instant, it expanded!

"You wicked creature! You dare to devour me, and covet my realm... then you shall fall with me into that endless abyss of nothingness!"

The Dragon King's voice was like thunder from the heavens, deafening, and every word contained the power of laws that could shatter the heavens and split the earth.

His enormous dragon body was now like a volcano about to erupt, with molten lava churning and surging within it, as if it would turn the whole world to ashes.

First, the silver dragon scales on his body gradually became transparent in the dazzling, blazing white light, as fragile and easily broken as glass.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon scales shattered inch by inch, but instead of flying away, they vaporized directly, turning into countless pure spiritual energy particles, which were instantly devoured and ignited by the terrifying power at the center like meteors!

Subsequently, his flesh and bones also "burned" at an unimaginable speed, turning into the raging fire that propelled that final blow.

The blazing white light grew even more intense, like a dazzling sun, even obscuring all the blood and shadowy darkness on the battlefield.

Wherever the light reached, the writhing tentacles wrapped around him melted and evaporated instantly, like ice and snow thrown into the core of the sun, emitting an extremely piercing scream as if from the depths of hell!

For the first time, the enormous, twisted, and unpredictable black shadow of the extraterrestrial demon trembled violently, as if sensing the approach of the apocalypse.

It was acutely aware that the destructive energy, powerful enough to threaten its very essence and even destroy it, was sweeping towards it like a surging wave!

It desperately tried to close the dark rift, attempting to sever its tail to survive, abandon the part of the dragon king's body that had already been devoured, and retract its deadly tentacles.

However, how could it easily escape the Dragon King's attack?

"burst!"

With a deafening roar that resounded throughout the universe, the blazing white sphere, which had expanded to its limit, suddenly contracted inward like a nuclear bomb about to destroy the world.

Space and time seemed to be torn apart at that moment, and the entire universe trembled!