Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 340 Dragon Cloud, Dragon Soul

The moment you step into Dragon Valley, it feels as if you've pierced through an invisible barrier.

A heavy, desolate aura, carrying endless sorrow and majesty, pressed down on everyone's soul like a tangible shackle.

Looking up, the sky was not the familiar azure blue, but rather a chaotic gray.

Beneath this oppressive sky, countless "clouds" of various shapes and colors float—crimson fiery clouds like flowing lava, azure water clouds like deep-sea water clouds, emerald green wind clouds like swaying forest clouds, dark earth clouds like heavy earth clouds, and a few light clouds that shimmer with gold or flow with purple light, dark dragon clouds...

Like living spirits, they flow, gather, and disperse slowly, emanating a pure and powerful elemental aura and vital energy, stretching as far as the eye can see, forming the unique landscape of Dragon Valley.

The earth was dark red, as if it had been soaked in countless dragon bloods. Not a blade of grass grew there; only jagged rocks and bottomless fissures crisscrossed the landscape.

The air was filled with a dragon aura so thick it was almost liquefied. Every breath felt like inhaling heavy metal, yet it also carried a strange vitality that nourished all things.

In the distance, massive dragon bones stand like a continuous mountain range, some intact, some broken. The white bones reflect a cold luster in the hazy light, silently telling of their former glory and tragic fall.

Deeper still, a low and long dragon's roar could be faintly heard; it was the sigh and lament of the true dragon's soul.

What's most unsettling is the pervasive suppression of rules.

The moment Gula and his seven companions stepped into this place, they clearly felt that their connection with their martial spirits was forcibly severed and imprisoned by a vast and ancient power.

His soul power remained dormant deep within his dantian, unable to be mobilized in the slightest. The illusory image of his martial soul could not be manifested, and his soul skills were completely unusable.

This place seemed to be a "forbidden zone for martial spirits." The only thing that could still flow within their bodies was the power of blood and qi originating from their very flesh and blood; their physical bodies had become their only weapon at this moment.
Gula's powerful spatial and temporal perception keenly captured the essence of this space.

Dragon Valley is a fragile little world that exists in relation to Douluo Star, but is independent of the main space.

It exists like a giant bubble in a dangerous crevice.

Its shape is exactly the legendary "round sky and square earth". Above its head is the endless flowing dragon cloud sky, and under its feet is the dark red earth that bears the dragon skeleton. At the boundary is a chaotic and distorted spatial turbulence, which constitutes an invisible "boundary".

This small world has an extremely unstable structure and fragile spatial laws. Any violent spatial disturbance or excessive energy burst could cause the "bubble" to collapse instantly, like a needle pricking a balloon, sweeping everything inside into the violent spatial turbulence and annihilating it completely.

"Spread out and absorb all the dragon souls you encounter along the way."

Gula's voice rang in everyone's ears: Dragon Valley is both an opportunity and a crisis if not handled carefully.

Seven figures sped across the vast and oppressive Dragon Valley like arrows released from a bow.

Unable to use their martial spirits, they could only rely on their powerful physiques and surging blood energy to travel.

Along the way, the colorful dragon clouds in the sky and the translucent phantoms of dragon souls wandering on the ground became their primary targets.

"Drink!" Gula himself, Bo Xi, Mu Yi and the others shouted, their blood and qi burning and surging within their bodies like a furnace.

Each of them activated their own secret techniques, their bodies radiating auras that matched their own attributes, actively drawing in the dragon clouds in the air that were compatible with their attributes.

Bo Xi had a huge advantage. His deep blue blood energy spread out like a deep sea eye, frantically attracting the surrounding water-attribute dragon clouds and dragon clouds containing the aura of dragon blood.

Azure clouds, like rivers flowing into the sea, merged into his body, causing dragon roars to appear around him and his aura to steadily increase. In this place rich in dragon energy, his dragon bloodline thrived like a fish in water.

Mu Yi's blood and qi surged, emanating a vibrant green life force that drew in the life-giving dragon cloud, a creature imbued with vitality.

The dragon cloud merged with and nourished his body, as if every inch of his flesh and blood was cheering and making up for the deficiency of his martial soul being suppressed.

Gula himself only slightly drew upon some earth, wood, and spatial attributes of the dragon cloud. His mental energy was highly concentrated, constantly sensing the direction, and he dared not be careless in the slightest.

The other three clones each possess different attributes and are drawn to Dragon Cloud, absorbing it with great eagerness. In this forbidden land of martial spirits, strengthening Dragon Cloud's blood and physique is of paramount importance.

Bai Yuan, on the other hand, appeared the most domineering, like a dragon entering the sea, unstoppable once it began.

He didn't need to deliberately guide it at all. Although the Abyss Gluttonous Martial Soul was suppressed and could not manifest, its bloodline, which originated from the fifth son of the Dragon God and symbolized extreme greed and devouring, was like a lighthouse in the dark here.

An invisible vortex seemed to have formed around him, devouring everything in its path.

call--!
Regardless of their elemental attribute—fire, water, wind, earth, light, darkness—anyone who gets within a certain range of Long Yun is as if sucked into an invisible giant maw, involuntarily and frantically surging towards Bai Yuan.

Even the more spiritual dragon souls that roamed the ground let out a submissive hiss, forcibly pulled over by the terrifying devouring force, and transformed into a torrent of pure energy that entered Bai Yuan's body.

His body was like a bottomless pit, accepting all comers. Dragon souls of any attribute were nothing more than being decomposed, devoured, and turned into nourishment in the face of the Abyss Gluttonous Bloodline.

Although it may not be as efficient as Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline's absolute affinity and conversion rate with dragon energy, Bai Yuan's gains are terrifying due to the advantage of "quantity" and the domineering nature of his devouring.

His vital energy became visibly powerful and surging, and the bloodline of the Abyss Glutton, nourished by the dragon energy, seemed to become more refined and profound, faintly revealing a dark golden luster.

Secondly, there is Bo Xi, who possesses the bloodline of the Water Lord Bo Mu. His absorption efficiency of the Dragon Cloud is second only to Bai Yuan, and his gains are equally enormous.

In comparison, Mu Yi, whose main spirit is the Dragon Soul, and Gula, who focuses on reconnaissance, are significantly less efficient at absorbing the Dragon Soul of the Dragon Cloud than the two who possess the bloodline of the Dragon Clan.

Dragon Valley is, after all, the burial ground of the dragon race. Those who possess the blood of dragons are given a unique advantage in this place.

The seven traveled swiftly, like seven highly efficient harvesting machines, leaving the dragon clouds sparse and the dragon souls nowhere to be found in their wake.

Soon, they arrived at the edge of the core area of ​​the Dragon Tomb.

The scene here is even more oppressive!
The dragon energy was as thick as liquid, slowly flowing through the air. Huge dragon skeletons were everywhere, some still burning with inextinguishable elemental flames, or covered with eternally frozen black ice.

The air was thick with a suffocating sense of sorrow and majesty. The number of wandering dragon souls had increased dramatically, their forms becoming more solidified, their dragon might awe-inspiring!
They either perched atop their own skeletons or drifted aimlessly, each emanating an aura far surpassing that of the surrounding dragon souls.

Even if these true dragon souls only retain one percent of their former power, their might is far beyond what a Soul Master, who cannot use their Martial Soul and relies solely on their blood and qi, can withstand. A single breath of dragon breath is enough to severely injure or even kill them.

"Unseal the Senhai Space?" Gula frowned, preparing to use his trump card to forcefully resist.

However, we are still some distance from the center of the Dragon Tomb. Forcibly expanding the domain now would be extremely risky, and we might not be able to reach the center.

"No need," Bai Yuan said smugly, taking a step forward. He took a deep breath, and the dense, unyielding dragon energy caused the Taotie bloodline within him to boil completely.

A primordial, insatiable, yet supremely powerful dragon aura, like that of a slumbering ancient beast, erupted from his body. "Roar—!!!"

A deep, majestic roar, seemingly capable of commanding ten thousand dragons, rolled out from the depths of Bai Yuan's throat.

This was not a physical sound wave, but an absolute suppression originating from the bloodline level, a superior power. The oppressive aura of the Taotie was amplified several times over in this Dragon Tomb Land.

Om-!
Those dragon souls that were originally aggressive and ready to attack were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer the moment the dragon roar rang out.

Their illusory bodies trembled violently, emitting mournful roars, their raging fighting spirit replaced by deep awe and fear.

The nine sons of the Dragon God hold exalted positions!
Although the Taotie is primarily a devourer, its bloodline origin is so high that it can suppress most ordinary true dragons. The dragon souls that sensed the Taotie's aura all prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to approach even a fraction closer, only letting out unwilling and sorrowful whimpers.

The mournful cries of countless fallen dragons, the despair over the passing of the Dragon God, the longing for past glory... all these lingering thoughts surged like a tide over Bai Yuan's spiritual world, attempting to awaken his compassion.

Bai Yuan scoffed at this, his eyes as cold as ancient ice, sweeping over the prostrate dragon souls and enormous skeletons: "You're all dead, what's the use of your lamentations? If the Dragon God had the will, he could reshape your souls and resurrect you at any time. You're wallowing in your own regrets, neglecting the lives of your people. Why should we, a bunch of outsiders, care about you?"

His words were like a cold wind, freezing and dispelling the lingering sorrow. The other clones remained indifferent; they sought power, not to be confidants of the dragons. In this fragile and dangerous space, acquiring resources as quickly as possible was the only sensible course of action.

Gula himself did not venture further into the valley ahead. His spatial foresight clearly told him that within the deepest core dragon tomb resided an unimaginable dragon soul radiating seven-colored light.

That was the last fragment of the Dragon God's will before his fall, containing terrifying power capable of easily destroying everything below the level of a god.

What's even more terrifying is that the core area has reached the extreme in suppressing non-dragon martial souls. That is not their target for this trip, nor is it a forbidden area that they can touch at present.

Just then, Gula's keen senses detected two familiar presences in the distance—Tang Wulin and Dai Yun'er.

They seemed to be heading towards the Dragon Tomb with difficulty, drawn by their Tang Clan identity and some kind of mysterious force.

Tang Wulin frowned, seemingly struggling against the suppression of the dragon's might and the constraints of the rules, yet his steps remained firm. Gula, however, paid no heed; opportunities depended on one's own abilities, as long as they didn't interfere.

"Let's begin, and be quick," Gula said in a deep voice, his tone more serious than ever before.

The seven quickly dispersed, aligning themselves with the Big Dipper constellation, and placed the main figure of Gula in the center. Each of them wore a solemn expression, knowing that what they were about to do was to snatch food from a tiger's mouth.

Gula himself closed his eyes, and a point of silver light suddenly shone from between his eyebrows.

His mental focus was extremely concentrated, carefully controlling the output of his power. "Forest Sea Space, unseal!"

Om-!
An extremely subtle yet profound spacetime fluctuation spread cautiously outwards from Gula as its center.

This force cleverly "pried open" the Dragon Valley's rules that suppressed martial souls, like melting a small hole in solid ice.

A bubble-like domain, with a radius of only about five meters, radiating a soft silver light and unaffected by the Dragon Valley rules, formed with great difficulty in front of Gula, like a soap bubble.

This realm is extremely unstable, with ripples constantly spreading from its edges. Gula must do everything in its power to maintain it in order to prevent it from collapsing and triggering spatial tremors.

The power stored within the "Forest Sea Space" was carefully guided out like a trickle, converging within this small, fragile area:
First, there is the vast temporal power of "ancient memories," with the phantom of the river of time appearing and disappearing above Gula's head, radiating waves that trace back to the origin.

Next came the miniature black hole vortex formed by Bai Yuan's "ultimate devouring".

Gula's "gravitational vortex" causes a slight distortion of space.

Mu Yi's "Life Absorption" transformed into a fine, emerald-green light net.

In addition, there are other powerful soul skills stored in the clones, used to draw energy, soothe the soul, and stabilize oneself.

These soul skills, unrestrained, were precisely manipulated and combined by Gula with unparalleled control, forming a small yet exquisitely ingenious energy gathering and transformation array core.
Rumble——!
Despite Gula's best efforts to suppress it, the moment the magic circle was activated, it still triggered a violent energy surge.

The energy of the entire Dragon Tomb area surged towards this small silver bubble like rivers flowing into the sea.

In the sky, the dragon clouds within a range of several thousand meters were forcibly pulled together, forming a huge, rotating, and colorful vortex that poured into the magic array like a funnel.

On the ground, the true dragon souls that were suppressed by Bai Yuan's bloodline were now being forcibly pulled by the powerful traction of the magic array, turning into streams of struggling and roaring dragon soul light that flowed into the center of the vortex.

The gathered energy is compressed and purified within the silver bubble, forming a pool of liquid energy that radiates a rainbow of colors, its purity and power far exceeding that of the outside world.

Gula's goal was crystal clear—he wanted to use the Dragon Valley's uniquely endowed environment, with its almost inexhaustible energy, and rely on the power of ancient memories to trace back to the origin and unleash potential, to carry out an unprecedented collective evolution for all his incarnated souls! He even attempted to drive the transformation of the martial soul's origin!

At the center of the vortex, there was a pool of seven-colored light, so dense with energy that it was almost liquid.

The soul spirits within the six clones, such as Bai Yuan's Dark Phantom Soul Spirit, Bo Xi's Demon Soul Great White Shark King Soul Spirit, and Mu Yi's Vajra Wood Soul Spirit, were all trembling with excitement, greedily absorbing the extremely pure Dragon Soul Dragon Cloud Origin.

Their aura surged and transformed at an astonishing rate. The entire silver bubble domain was fluctuating violently, as if it might burst at any moment due to this terrifying energy.

Just as this crucial ceremony reached its most intense stage, with energy converging to its peak, the silver bubble domain trembling violently, and the ripples in the edge space becoming increasingly dense.

A cold, angry gaze, imbued with supreme dragon might, pierced through the chaotic and violent energy storm like a tangible ice spike, locking onto the Gula avatar at the center of the magic array, who was doing his utmost to maintain the domain and the ritual.

Gu Yue is here!

She stood at the entrance to Dragon Tomb Valley, her silver hair moving without wind, her purple eyes burning with a fury that could freeze the soul and a deep sorrow.

She could freely use her martial soul. Although the Silver Dragon King tried his best to conceal his aura, the overwhelming anger stemming from his bloodline—the desecration of his kin's remains—and the fear that the forced disturbance of that fragile space might cause destruction, were like a volcano about to erupt.

What did she see? A group of outsiders, in her dragon clan's last resting place, in her fragile homeland, like a bubble, were plundering like bandits with the remnants of her people's souls and legacy!
Especially Bai Yuan, who still carries the aura of her fifth son, Taotie, which is a blatant insult and desecration!
"Stop! You're asking for death!"

Gu Yue's voice was icy cold, carrying an unquestionable majesty and a subtle spatial tremor, piercing through the roar of energy.

She sensed the dragon soul's mournful cry from afar, came over to pay her respects, and was delayed in entering the core dragon tomb. But she witnessed this scene and immediately decided to stop Gura from plundering and destroying the dragon soul.

The radiance of the Silver Dragon King flickered behind her, and a powerful elemental tide began to gather around her, with seven-colored elemental light flowing and locking onto the teetering silver bubble.

A storm is about to break!

(End of this chapter)