Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 195 The Holy Dragon King
“Time and space are like a tree. The past is the root buried deep in the ground, the present is the trunk that is growing, and the future is the countless branches that this tree may grow.” Emerald pointed to one of the branches that was obviously thicker than the others. “What you see is this ‘trunk’. It gathers the greatest current momentum, and countless tiny causes and effects point to it. Therefore, it is the clearest in the ‘vision’ of time.”

The Wind Dragon King stood to the side with his arms crossed, his azure-green wisps of wind swirling quietly, clearly understanding the same principle.

Yue scratched his head, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The Jade Dragon King continued to explain, his gaze falling on Su Qiu: "But the 'main trunk' is not eternal. New circumstances, powerful wills, unexpected variables, and so on are like boulders thrown into the river of time, which may cause the 'main trunk' to shift, or even give rise to new and more powerful 'branches'."

“What you just saw means that, within the current causal framework, a powerful ‘momentum’ is forming, pointing towards this outcome. I don’t know what you saw, but this ‘momentum’ is very likely what you perceived.” Her tone was warning. “However, Madam, precisely because you ‘saw’ it, you have become the biggest ‘variable’.”

"Your knowledge, your will, and every effort you make to achieve this are shaking that 'main trunk,' injecting possibilities into other 'branches.'" The illusory figure of the Emerald Dragon King leaned forward slightly, his glass-like eyes staring directly at Su Qiu.

"The future is never predetermined, especially for those who can glimpse the 'possibility' and are determined to change it. The ruins you see are less a predetermined end than a stark warning."

The past cannot be undone, but the future can be changed?
Su Qiu fell into deep thought. He was determined to stop it; it was a megacity with a population of one million.

He didn't feel any urgency at first, since it seemed like he could easily resolve the issue by simply informing Shrek Academy beforehand.

But now it seems that it may not be that simple.

"I understand." Su Qiu bowed and said, "Thank you for your explanation, senior."

The journey continues.

"Where is the senior Guang you're talking about?" Su Qiu asked.

The Wind Dragon King and the Emerald Dragon King exchanged a glance.

After a long pause, the Wind Dragon King finally spoke, his tone somewhat complicated: "Brother Guang's situation is rather special."

"Special?" Su Qiu asked, puzzled.

The Jade Dragon King sighed softly and continued, "When the Dragon God fell, the Dragon Clan suffered a backlash. Brother Guang burned his own essence and took on 30% of the backlash for the entire Dragon Clan. His soul was the most severely damaged. Although his dragon bones are still in Dragon Valley, his dragon soul has almost dissipated."

Leap's dragon tail also drooped, and a trace of sadness flashed in his dark golden vertical pupils: "We tried to awaken him, but his soul is too fragile and has been dormant."

The Wind Dragon King raised his claw, pointing to the deepest part of Dragon Valley, where the seven-colored halo was most intense, almost solidified: "It's right below the remains of the Dragon God. The Dragon God's remaining divine power formed a natural barrier, preserving his last remaining soul. But we can't get in, and the light can't get out either."

Su Qiu looked in the direction she pointed.

At the very center of Dragon Valley, beneath the seven-colored dragon skeleton that spans the valley, there is indeed an area shrouded in an intense, almost overwhelming, seven-colored halo.

As the halo shifted, one could vaguely see a pure white light flickering within, but the light was extremely faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.

“So,” Su Qiu understood, “you actually wanted me to try and see if I could get in using the Dragon God’s Mark.”

“Yes.” The Wind Dragon King nodded. “The Dragon God’s Mark may be the key. But we are not sure if Light still has consciousness or if he is willing to give you his soul bone.”

Yue leaned closer and whispered, "But you're lucky, kid. Guang has the best temper of the nine Dragon Kings and values ​​the future of the dragon race the most. You have the mark of the Dragon God and are the mistress of the new Dragon God. He shouldn't refuse."

Su Qiu glanced at him.

He looked at the area enveloped in a seven-colored halo, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then let's give it a try."

Four people, or rather, one person with three dragon souls.

They flew towards the deepest part of Dragon Valley.

The closer you get to the remains of the dragon god, the stronger the dragon's might becomes.

Even with the seven-colored light protecting him, Su Qiu could still sense the vast, star-like pressure, as if every inch of air was solidified with the will of a god. Gu Yue and Na'er remained suspended in mid-air, the golden and silver light curtain solidified like a cocoon, completely enveloping them. Through the light curtain, two figures could be vaguely seen resonating, a new and vast aura being conceived.

Su Qiu glanced at it only once before looking away.

He stopped in front of the rainbow-colored halo barrier.

The pure white light within the barrier seemed to sense his approach and flickered slightly.

The Wind Dragon King, the Emerald Dragon King, and Yue all stopped behind, watching with solemn expressions.

Su Qiu took a deep breath and raised her hand to press it between her eyebrows.

The seven-colored light spots in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly lit up, and a gentle yet supreme aura emanated from him, resonating with the seven-colored halo in front of him.

The barrier rippled out like water, revealing an entrance just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Su Qiu stepped inside.

The barrier closed behind them, isolating them from the outside.

This is a space made entirely of light.

There was no ground, no sky, only endless, soft white light.

The white light was not dazzling; instead, it carried a warm and sacred aura, as if it could cleanse all impurities and weariness.

In the center of the space, a pure white dragon skeleton floats.

The dragon bones were not large, even much smaller than the skeletons of the Mountain Dragon King and the Wind Dragon King, but each bone was crystal clear, as if it were formed from the purest light, with sacred runes flowing on its surface.

On the chest of the dragon bone, a tiny, almost extinguishable, pure white soul flame burned quietly.

The seven-colored light points provide information.

That is the Holy Dragon King, Light.

They are in charge of light and prayer, and oversee the creation of life within the dragon race.

He is considered the patriarch of the dragon clan.

Su Qiu approached and stopped in front of the dragon bone.

He bowed respectfully: "Junior Su Qiu greets the Holy Dragon King Senior."

The pure white soul flame flickered slightly, and a gentle yet extremely weak voice resounded directly in Su Qiu's mind:
"The mark of the Dragon God also carries the aura of mountains, wind, and jade."

“Senior,” Su Qiu said truthfully, “I have come here to request your soul bone.”

The soul fire burned quietly, without an immediate response.

After a long while, the gentle voice rang out again: "I sense it. There is a sacred aura about you, similar to my origin yet different."

“I’ve been watching all along. Yue gave you his torso, Feng gave you his wings, and Fei Cui gave you his skull. It’s because they all acknowledged you.”

(End of this chapter)