Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Sun and Moon Empire, Mingdu.

The morning light, like a veil, gently enveloped the entire city.

On the streets, citizens of the Sun Moon Empire hurried to and fro.

Along the streets, soul-guided devices of various shapes shimmered with strange light, floating billboards projected holographic images, and automatic cleaning vehicles nimbly weaved through the crowds.

This technologically advanced scene is far beyond what the original three continental kingdoms could ever achieve.

Huo Yuhao stood on the street like a deer that had accidentally wandered into a bustling world, his eyes wide with curiosity and amazement. The spiritual liquid spit out by the automatic vending machines on the street and the combat puppets floating and rotating in the shop windows all captivated him.

These novel things seem to exist only in dreams.

Jin Tianming lagged half a step behind Huo Yuhao, his expression calm and his eyes serene. He paid no attention to Huo Yuhao's surprised reaction, but silently observed his surroundings, wary of potential dangers.

Although the Star Luo Empire valued soul tools the most among the original Three Kingdoms, it only focused on developing attack-type soul tools and paid no attention to soul tools used in daily life.

In addition, Huo Yuhao has been trapped in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion for many years and has suffered suppression from the White Tiger Madam. He has rarely even seen a soul tool. So it is normal for him to have such a reaction now.

Huo Yuhao couldn't help but release his Martial Soul Spirit Eye, which shone with a strange light. He carefully observed the soul tools on the street. Under the penetrating vision of the Spirit Eye, the intricate structure and complex circuits were clearly presented before his eyes.

"Soul tools are truly incredible!" he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Huo Yuhao was filled with doubt. He couldn't understand why such a magical and practical soul tool would be rejected by the original three kingdoms.

He turned around and looked at Jin Tianming, his eyes full of curiosity: "Brother Jin, soul tools can bring so many conveniences to everyone, so why did the royal families and nobles of the original Three Kingdoms reject them so much?"

“Because these things belong to the Sun and Moon Empire,” Jin Tianming replied briefly.

"Huh?" Huo Yuhao looked puzzled.

Jin Tianming looked at the citizens of the Sun Moon Empire coming and going on the street, sighed slightly, and patiently explained, "You know about the war a thousand years ago, right?"

"I know that. In the end, it seems that the strong from Shrek Academy turned the tide and defeated the Sun Moon Empire." Huo Yuhao had heard these stories from his mother countless times since he was a child, and he knew them by heart.

"So what do you think the original Three Kingdoms' attitude was towards the people of the Sun Moon Empire?" Jin Tianming continued to ask.

After thinking carefully for a moment, Huo Yuhao replied, "Hostile."

"Alright, how would the people of the former Three Kingdoms view the soul-guided devices created by the people of the Sun Moon Empire?"

"Prejudice?" Huo Yuhao asked tentatively.

“Yes!” Jin Tianming nodded. “Once a race makes a mistake, other races will become prejudiced against them.”

Just as the Sun Moon Empire once launched a war to unify the continent, causing the people of the original Three Kingdoms to have a prejudice against all the soul tools of the Sun Moon Empire.

Prejudice is like a mountain; once formed, it's very difficult to change!

The same was true of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago. It touched upon the interests of the royal families and nobles of the two great empires, and from then on, in the eyes of those nobles, everything the Spirit Hall did was wrong.

There are also some utterly ungrateful individuals who rely on the Spirit Hall for survival, only to destroy it in the end. Tang San isn't the only one like that. Just as Jin Tianming finished speaking, an aged yet powerful voice suddenly rang out.

“Young man, you’re right. People’s prejudices are like a mountain; no matter how hard you try, you can’t budge them an inch.”

Jin Tianming and Huo Yuhao looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man slowly eating noodles in a shop on the street.

The old man was tall and strong, with his silver hair neatly combed, his ruddy face glowing like a baby's skin, and his long eyebrows drooping down on both sides.

He was calm and there was no trace of soul power fluctuation, but Jin Tianming recognized his identity at a glance.

Long Xiaoyao!

That renowned Dragon Emperor Douluo, the chief retainer of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Black Dragon of the "Black and White Twin Holy Dragons," and one of the top powerhouses on the continent.

"Grandpa, who are you?" Huo Yuhao asked politely, his eyes full of doubt.

"This old man..." Long Xiaoyao was about to speak when Jin Tianming stepped forward, sat down opposite him, and interrupted, "You secretly observed me for a long time over the past few months, and now that I've returned, your eyes are following me closely again. Dragon Emperor Douluo, isn't that a bit too obsessive?"

Upon hearing his identity exposed to his face, Long Xiaoyao was not angry at all. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed loudly: "Interesting! You brat, so arrogant that you don't even put me, a Limit Douluo, in your eyes?"

"Limit Douluo???" Huo Yuhao's eyes widened, so shocked he could hardly speak.

That senior who couldn't be poisoned was only a Super Douluo, but this old man in front of me is actually a Limit Douluo? Isn't he afraid of being overheard by others for revealing his identity so openly?
He subconsciously looked around and realized that the passersby were completely unaware of what was happening, as if their conversation was being blocked by an invisible barrier.

Seeing this, Long Xiaoyao smiled and said, "Little guy, sit down, they can't hear us."

"You agree, right, Jin Tianming?" Long Xiaoyao's eyes were smiling as he looked at the person opposite him. The young man in front of him always gave him a feeling of unfathomable depth. No wonder, all the forces were secretly eyeing him.

Jin Tianming sat upright, his expression unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. This composed demeanor raised Long Xiaoyao's opinion of him even higher. It seemed that this kid's arrogance was not unfounded, but rather stemmed from his inherent confidence.

Jin Tianming glanced at the smiling and amiable Long Xiaoyao in front of him, his tone revealing obvious impatience: "Speak your mind, I don't have time to waste here."

"You little rascal, just as they said, you look down on everyone, even more arrogant than I was in my youth! Hahahaha!"

Long Xiaoyao laughed heartily, completely unconcerned about Jin Tianming's disrespect.

He laughed for a while before gradually stopping, his eyes suddenly becoming serious: "I would like to invite you to my place for a visit. Would you do me the honor?"

A terrifying, invisible pressure suddenly erupted from all directions, like an impenetrable net, firmly locking Jin Tianming's entire body in place.

He simply sat quietly in place, without a trace of soul power emanating from him, like a silent stone statue.

Clearly, the source of this pressure is trying to force Jin Tianming to compromise in this way.

Huo Yuhao looked nervously at Jin Tianming beside him, his eyes seemingly asking, "Big brother, the opponent is a Limit Douluo, what should we do?"

(End of this chapter)