Ning Liu awakens with the most useless Glazed Pagoda, only to be kicked out by the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect to a remote small town, where he inherits a Grade D auction house in Suo Tuo City!
<...Di Tian's accusations, filled with eternal resentment, echoed in the sealed dark space, each word like a branding iron, searing Xiao Wu's heart.
Her face was deathly pale, and her fingers, gripping the trident of Poseidon, trembled slightly from the force.
Lackey... betrayal... open conspiracy...
These words were too heavy for her simple-minded nature.
She never imagined that the inheritance she was so proud of, which she had fought so hard to obtain, would be so worthless in the eyes of her fellow soul beasts.
In the valley, the atmosphere of grief, indignation, and resentment almost solidified into a tangible form.
In the midst of this oppressive silence, Ning Liu's voice rang out calmly, like a calming stone thrown into a turbulent lake.
"That's not how it works."
He gently pulled Xiao Wu behind him, blocking Di Tian's golden dragon eyes that were powerful enough to incinerate souls.
Di Tian's gaze instantly shifted back to Ning Liu, his cold mockery almost overflowing:
"That's not how it is? Do you intend to defend those hypocrites in the divine realm?"
"I have no interest in defending anyone."
Ning Liu shook his head, his expression calm.
"I am only stating the facts. Xiao Wu's acquisition of the Sea God's inheritance was not a gift from the Sea God, but rather something the Sea God willingly gave her."
He paused, meeting Di Tian's skeptical gaze, and spoke calmly.
"As for the reason, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you now. You'll find out later."
These words caused Di Tian's anger to subside once again.
He found that he could not see through the human being in front of him at all.
Every word the other party uttered seemed to conceal countless hidden schemes, leaving him powerless and utterly frustrated.
Ning Liu didn't give him a chance to continue arguing, and changed the subject, bringing it back to the original point.
"Let's leave those aside for now. Let's talk about the Silver Dragon King."
His gaze sharpened, piercing deep into the dragon soul of Emperor Tian.
What exactly caused her emotional trauma?
This name once again touched Di Tian's most sensitive nerve.
He took a deep breath, and the dragon's breath whipped up a fierce wind that howled through the dark space.
He knew that if he didn't make things clear today, this human would never give up.
After a long while, Di Tian's golden dragon eyes slowly closed. When he opened them again, all the rage and mockery had faded, leaving only an unyielding sorrow and deathly silence.
"If you want to know, I will tell you everything I know."
His voice was hoarse, like two pieces of ancient iron rubbing against each other, "It was a war you shouldn't know about."
"The Dragon God is the ancestor of my dragon race. He was once the strongest being in the God Realm, ruling over all beasts. However, due to his dissatisfaction with the oppression of the Soul Beast race by the God Realm, he wanted to fight for a place for my race and thus started a war with the God Realm."
"In that battle, the heavens and earth shattered, and divine blood stained the Milky Way red."
"In the end, the Dragon God was no match for the combined attack of the five great god-kings and perished with resentment. Before his death, the Dragon God tore himself apart with supreme divine power, and his divine soul and power transformed into the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King."
Di Tian's voice was filled with profound grief.
"The Golden Dragon King inherited the Dragon God's ferocious physical strength and destructive will, and was immediately suppressed by the Divine Realm Committee and sealed in the Forbidden Land of Gods. As for my lord..."
The "master" he spoke of was naturally the Silver Dragon King.
"Our lord inherited the Dragon God's control over the elements and a portion of the power of creation. At the last moment, he risked severe damage to his soul's origin to lead us remnants through space and escape to this Douluo Continent."
"Since time immemorial, the Lord has slumbered at the heart of this Lake of Life, using the life energy here to painstakingly repair the almost unhealable wounds of his soul."
After Di Tian finished speaking in one breath, the entire dragon seemed to have been drained of its energy, and its huge head drooped slightly.
The valley fell silent once more.
Da Ming was in the pool, not daring to even breathe loudly.
The great war in the realm of gods, the five great god-kings besieging the dragon god... each of these pieces of information was beyond its comprehension.
Ning Liu listened quietly, but his heart was in turmoil.
I see.
The realm of gods is not monolithic either.
The Dragon God's rebellion, the siege of the five great god-kings...
This shows that the realm of gods is also full of struggle and killing.
If I were to ascend to heaven in the future, I might face a world that is far more complex and dangerous than I imagined.
In his mind, a bold idea, like a seed, quietly sprouted.
The Soul Beast race is suppressed by the laws of the God Realm, and will never have a chance to rise above their circumstances.
Their leader, the Silver Dragon King, has a deep-seated hatred for the divine realm.
These...aren't they natural allies?
I will eventually set foot in the realm of gods. Rather than facing the unknown rules and powerful enemies alone, why not prepare for the future now and bring this enormous power into my camp?
Upon thinking of this, a glint of light flashed in Ning Liu's eyes.
He looked at the Black Dragon King before him, who appeared somewhat dejected due to grief and despair, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
"Since that's the case..."
Ning Liu's voice broke the silence, attracting everyone's attention.
"Behold this item of mine."
He slowly extended his right hand, palm facing upward.
The next moment, a seven-colored lotus flower appeared out of thin air in his palm and quietly bloomed.
"Buzz—"
The moment the lotus flower appeared, the entire space shrouded in darkness seemed to be infused with life.
The lotus flower is no bigger than the palm of your hand, with seven petals, each displaying a different and dazzling color: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, circulating and changing endlessly.
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