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

A gentleman's promise is as weighty as Mount Tai!

The first clause of the alliance between the Dragon Clan and the Soul Clan is the responsibility to protect the dragons.

After the alliance was established, the Soul Clan did not hesitate to identify themselves as the Dragon Guardian Tribe, regarding the rescue of the Dragon Clan as their inescapable responsibility.

The Soul Clan members sprang into action upon hearing the news.

Carrying the most precious soul herbs and soul-gathering artifacts of their clan, they darted across the battlefield of Wanlong Valley like birds, meticulously repairing the souls of the wounded dragons.

The tribal cultivators formed intricate soul seals in their hands, like a constellation of stars, drawing upon the natural soul energy of heaven and earth. This energy transformed into wisps of azure soul threads, flowing like a gentle stream, and carefully wrapped around the dragon's shattered soul body, which resembled a broken star.

The dragon warriors who had been screaming in pain because of their shattered souls gradually calmed down under the nourishment of the natural soul energy, which was like a spring breeze. Their shattered souls healed at an astonishing speed, as if they had been repaired by magical magic.

For those dragon eggs that were on the verge of breaking, the tribe laid out countless spiderweb-like "soul-gathering arrays" at the place where the dragon eggs were stored.

These soul-gathering arrays, powered by natural soul energy, are like greedy beasts, continuously devouring the sparse soul energy outside the valley and transforming it into a warm, gauze-like soul mist that gently envelops each dragon egg.

The spiderweb-like cracks on the eggshell, nourished by the soul mist, slowly faded, as if gently wiped away by the hand of time. From the once silent dragon egg, a faint life force gradually emerged—the dragon race's heritage was finally able to continue, like the dawn breaking, illuminating the hope for the future.

However, the Soul Demon's offensive did not stop.

Seeing that the dragons had received support and their damaged souls were gradually recovering, they became even more ferocious.

In order to completely extinguish the dragon race's hopes, the Soul Demon army concentrated its forces and launched its fiercest attack on Wanlong Valley.

The black mist almost completely enveloped the entire Wanlong Valley. High-level soul demons personally took action; their claws could easily tear apart the scales of dragons, and their soul spells could directly shatter the souls of cultivators.

The progenitor of the Yinglong clan led the elite dragons in a desperate battle against the high-level soul demons. Meanwhile, the Dragon Guardian tribe established defensive lines throughout the Valley of Ten Thousand Dragons, using soul-gathering arrays to block the soul demons' attacks, while continuing to provide support to the wounded dragons and dragon eggs.

The battle was exceptionally fierce, and the Dragon Guardian Tribe paid a heavy price—many tribesmen suffered soul injuries from the Soul Curse while resisting the Soul Demon, and some even sacrificed themselves to protect the dragon eggs by burning their own soul fire to perish together with the Soul Demon.

In the century-long war, the Soul Demons suffered heavy casualties, yet they were still unable to break through the defenses of Wanlong Valley.

However, the dragon race and the dragon-guarding tribes were already at their last gasp. The Valley of Ten Thousand Dragons was severely damaged in the war, the dragon veins were damaged, and the soul energy was gradually becoming thinner, making it no longer suitable for the dragon race to live in.

Left with no other choice, the progenitor Yinglong led the dragon clan to migrate like migratory birds to the Dragon Burial Abyss, north of Wanlong Valley—an isolated island deep in the Western Sea.

The Burial Dragon Abyss is like a dazzling pearl, within which lies an even more secluded valley, surrounded by towering cliffs that reach into the clouds. These cliffs are covered with restrictions that prevent the leakage of soul energy, resembling an indestructible city wall.

Most importantly, the island lies beneath the resting place of the Western Sea Dragon Clan, and now it can only become a new habitat for the Dragon Clan.

The Dragon Guardians faithfully followed the covenant and migrated to the area around the Dragon Burial Abyss like loyal guardians, building rock-solid fortresses and defenses outside the abyss.

Centered around their tribes, they wove a defensive network stretching for thousands of miles, like an impregnable fortress, to repel any uninvited guests who dared to venture into the Dragon Burial Abyss, harm the dragon race, or plunder the Dragon Pattern Soul Crystals.

Whether they are independent cultivators, sect cultivators, or other alien races eyeing the dragon race's resources, anyone who dares to cross the line will face a fierce and severe attack from the dragon-guarding tribe.

Once upon a time, a notorious evil sect called the "Blood Soul Cult" learned by chance that the Burial Dragon Abyss contained a dragon-patterned soul crystal mine. Like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, they led a group of cult members to plunder it with great momentum.

The Blood Soul Cult is skilled at using human souls to forge evil artifacts, and their methods are so cruel that they are appalling.

As soon as they approached the defense line of Burial Dragon Abyss, they slaughtered a nearby village like madmen, using the villagers' souls and blood to refine the "Blood Soul Banner," attempting to use violence to fight violence and forcibly break through the defense line.

Upon hearing this news, the chieftain of the Shoulong tribe was enraged and personally led the tribe's elite troops down the mountain like tigers to the battlefield.

"You evil cultivators, how dare you offend the Burial Dragon Abyss and harm the clan I protect! Today, I will make sure your souls are scattered!" The clan leader roared, like a thunderclap, deafeningly loud, causing the Dragon Qi Soul Nourishing Technique and natural soul energy within his body to erupt like a volcano.

The soul seal in his hand changed magically, and countless blue soul threads, like sharp arrows, swept across the sky and rushed straight towards the Blood Soul Cult members.

The tribal cultivators were not to be outdone, and they all made their moves. The Soul Gathering Array intertwined in the air, like a net that bound the Blood Soul Cult members tightly.

The leader of the Blood Soul Cult unleashed the blood-soaked Blood Soul Banner, and countless wronged souls surged forth from the banner like a tidal wave, letting out mournful howls as if trying to break free from the shackles of the Soul Net.

However, the soul techniques of the cultivators of the Dragon Guardian Tribe have a natural advantage over souls. Wherever the cyan soul threads pass, the wronged souls dissipate like clay chickens and earthenware dogs, and the power of the Blood Soul Banner is also like a spent arrow, getting weaker and weaker.

In the end, the Dragon Guardian Tribe won a great victory, annihilating all the Blood Soul Cult members in one fell swoop. The cult leader was also burned to ashes by the tribal chief's raging soul fire, never to be reincarnated again.

This battle was like a heavy hammer blow, awakening all the forces on the continent and making them deeply aware of the Dragon Guardian Tribe's unwavering determination to protect the dragon race.

For the next ten thousand years, no one dared to easily provoke the dragon clan and the dragon-guarding tribe of the Burial Dragon Abyss. This illustrious reputation was as high as the sun, shaking all directions.

After this battle, Yinglong and the Soul Clan discussed and decided to completely hide the Burial Dragon Abyss.

For millions of years, apart from each generation of the West Sea Dragon King, no one knew that the Burial Dragon Abyss was not only a place where dragons fell, but also home to the Soul Clan, the dragon protectors.

Besides defending against external enemies, the Dragon Guardian Tribe has always regarded repairing the dragon's soul and nourishing the dragon eggs as its mission, and has never slackened in the slightest.

The clan specially built the "Dragon Soul Hall," which is like an indestructible fortress, and is guarded by the most elite soul cultivators like steel guardians all year round.

Once they detect that a dragon's soul has been damaged, regardless of the severity of the injury, they will rush to the Dragon Soul Hall like an arrow released from a bow, and without hesitation use the most precious soul herbs and soul crystals of their clan to repair it.

For newly hatched dragon eggs, the tribe will carefully select the cultivator with the purest soul energy in the tribe, and nurture them day and night with a soul-gathering array as if they were rare treasures, until the young dragon hatches and can independently absorb soul energy.

Among the many dragon eggs, there is one named "Mo Lin". Because its mother dragon suffered severe damage to her soul body in a fierce battle with the Soul Demon, the soul energy in the egg is as weak as a candle in the wind. The cracks on the eggshell are like hideous wounds that can never be healed, as if it may shatter at any time.

In the Dragon Guardian Tribe, there was a female cultivator named Qinghe who, like a brave and fearless warrior, stepped forward and volunteered to protect the dragon egg.

She bound her soul fire tightly to the dragon egg, as if the two had become one, nourishing the dragon egg with her own soul energy day and night, and guarding it for a full three hundred years.

Over the past three hundred years, Qinghe's soul has gradually become as fragile as paper, and her waterfall-like black hair has gradually turned into snow-white hair, but her belief, like a burning flame, has never been extinguished.

Finally, under her nurturing care, the Ink Dragon Egg successfully hatched, and a young dragon, entirely black with scales shimmering with silver light, emerged from the shell, like a dazzling star.

As Qinghe's soul energy was exhausted, her magnificent soul body transformed into a wisp of green mist like a light feather, quietly merging into the young dragon's soul body—she perfectly interpreted the true meaning of the responsibility of protecting the dragon with her precious life.