Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 284 Dragon Valley
In the far west of the Star Luo Continent, lies a vast, ancient forest. Among it, a solitary mountain rises, piercing the clouds and reaching for the sky. Its summit is shrouded in leaden-gray mist year-round, with occasional golden rays piercing through the gaps in the clouds, like strands of hair falling from the heavens and brushing across the mortal realm.

Few reach the summit. Even the most courageous explorers who do climb here only touch a void—behind the clouds lies another world. It is a tomb built of a god's remorse, a tower of regret erected from countless bones.

A seven-colored halo floated in the void, fragments of the Dragon God's soul, the only clear remnant after a frenzied massacre. At that moment, as his golden eyes were stained with blood and his claws tore open the throat of his kin, this tyrant was lost in some terrifying dream. Only when the last drop of his kin's blood seeped into his scales did he realize the profound sins entwined within his claws.

The small world at the edge of the forest was silent. Fragments of the Dragon God arranged the remains in their former state: the young dragon curled up like a newborn crescent moon, the elder's bony tail remained coiled, and the wings of the mature man were spread as if about to shatter the heavens—yet they were all dead, killed by their most trusted king. As the light flowed, the rustling sound of scales scraping against the rocks could be heard, the sound of the dead gnawing on the fragments of the god.

"Dragon God!"

A faint voice seeped from one of the skulls: "Why do you want to drink our marrow?"

The seven-colored halo trembled violently. The fragments of the Dragon God neither fled nor evaded, allowing the venomous interrogations to pierce their illusory forms. Every night at midnight, the skeletons would collectively let out shrill screams, their dragon snouts opening and closing, spewing black mist that tore the divine light into scattered sparks. The most ferocious torment came from the remnants of the three young dragons, who would repeatedly relive the scene of their slaughter: how their gleaming scales were brutally peeled off, how their soft throats writhed between their sharp teeth.

"Forgive me." A weak fluctuation came from the halo.

The skeletons laughed so hard their cheekbones collided: "You didn't ask for forgiveness when you tore us apart."

The halo dimmed, drawing ever closer to the ground, like a dying snake. And when the sun rose again, everything would repeat itself—this was the punishment the Dragon God awaited. Only by letting the vengeful spirits gnaw at him day and night could he temporarily forget the guilt that was colder than death.

Occasionally, a bird might stray into this realm and be frozen in mid-air, its eyes reflecting a scene where a magnificent god prostrates himself at the feet of his people, while the dead crown him with a crown of thorns using his toe bones.

At this moment, above the small world, alchemical matrices flickered, accompanied by a flash of white light, as Chen Zhou brought Gu Yuena and Yun Taixi into this place.

"Here you are. The fragments of the Dragon God are right here. Whether you can break the fate of the Soul Beast race depends on whether you can obtain them yourself."

Chen Zhou spoke softly to Gu Yuena.

After the Dragon God went mad, his consciousness returned to clarity, and he frantically prevented soul beasts from becoming gods, imprinting incomprehensible restrictions on the bloodlines and origins of all soul beasts.

Originally, it was supposed to be a tribulation to temper the soul beasts, occurring once every 100,000 years, allowing them to grow from weak to strong, so that they could better refine their bodies and eventually ascend to godhood.

But under the intervention of the Dragon God, who had gone mad, countless of his people and his race perished in the heavenly tribulation. What was originally meant to temper and refine them became a deadly punishment. The Dragon God personally placed inescapable shackles on his beloved people, reducing the once godlike Soul Beast race to mere tools for human Soul Masters to hunt for Soul Rings.

A ripple of pain welled up in Gu Yuena's silver-purple eyes. As the current Silver Dragon King, she possessed the purest dragon god bloodline, yet she also bore the heaviest destiny. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, the slender bones protruding sharply beneath her skin, as if trying to pierce through her seemingly fragile body.

"The shackles in our blood."

She moved her lips silently, her long, snow-white hair moving without wind. The moment she stepped into this forbidden land, the dragon god bloodline within her began to boil, and the wails of countless generations of soul beasts who had perished in the heavenly tribulation surged into her mind along with the bloodline's inheritance. Those fragmented memories were like thorny brambles, each surge tearing at her soul, leaving it raw and bleeding.

Chen Zhou suddenly pressed down on her tense shoulders. The wise man in the moon-white robe had soft starlight flowing in his palm, weaving a net around Gu Yuena to isolate her from mental attacks.

"Calm down. The resentment of the Dragon God fragments will trigger a bloodline resonance." His voice was like jade immersed in ice water. "If you collapse now, who will unlock the shackles of the soul beasts?"

The alchemical matrix suspended in the air suddenly began to vibrate like a buzzing sound.

Chen Zhou tossed out three bronze compasses, the alchemical patterns carved along their edges beginning to soothe the surrounding turbulent energy. "Hurry, the repulsive reaction in this space has begun."

The skeletons suddenly turned around. Those dragon bones that had maintained their postures in life now strangely raised their heads, and eerie green phosphorescence flickered in their empty eye sockets.

The remnants of the three young dragons were the first to notice the anomaly. The seven-colored halos that were wrapped around the fragments of the dragon god suddenly straightened, like venomous snakes that had spotted their prey.

"Another one. Silver."

"Fellow clansmen of the traitors"

"Tear her apart. Tear us apart."

The broken murmurs exploded directly in everyone's minds.

Gu Yuena's pupils suddenly contracted, and a silver-purple light surged violently in her eyes. She could feel the overwhelming hatred contained within those remnant spirits, as if countless ice spikes were piercing her spiritual world. The youngest dragon spirit suddenly manifested a translucent body, and when its bloody dragon breath sprayed onto her face, it was mixed with the sound of baby teeth shattering.

"No"

She staggered back half a step, her heel striking a hard object. Looking down, she saw a dark gold claw bone embedded in the rock, its sharp, curved shape identical to her own dragon claw.

Suddenly, a series of hissing sounds erupted from the pile of bones, and countless dragon bones began to tremble, colliding with each other like wind chimes being blown by the wind.

Silver-purple hair fluttered before Gu Yuena, like a jumble of chaotic thoughts. Her ankle was hooked by that claw bone, the icy, piercing sensation climbing up her nerves like countless sharp needles piercing her bone marrow. The afterimage of the youngest dragon spirit had already climbed onto her arm, its translucent dragon snout wide open, revealing a row of menacing teeth.

"Get out!"

Gu Yuena took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable guilt and sorrow in her heart. The Dragon King's majesty, originating from her bloodline, was awakened once more, and she rebuked him sternly.

Her voice carried the unique spiritual resonance of the dragon race, causing a silver ripple to spread through the air.

These so-called vengeful spirits are actually nothing more than the resentment and endless hatred of the dragons who died tragically in Dragon Valley.

The dead are dead. No matter how horrifying or how filled with endless resentment those skeletons may be, they are nothing more than the last resentment before death.

(End of this chapter)