Douluo Dragon King: I'm creating a golden age behind the scenes!

In the vast, boundless waters of the eastern Federation, lies a solitary island—Tianming Island.

From a distance, it appears to be nothing more than an ordinary deserted island hidden in the mist, quiet and desolate.

This sea area is known for its danger; the underwater reefs are jagged and menacing, forming a natural barrier that deters large ships from venturing in.

The island is not rich in resources. Apart from a dense, almost impenetrable primeval jungle, there are a few mountains that are not particularly majestic but are exceptionally steep. There are no rare mineral deposits or rare medicinal herbs, so its development value is negligible.

Therefore, the Federation's reach never extended here, allowing it to retain its most pristine appearance, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world. The air on the island is intoxicatingly fresh, the scent of grass and trees mixed with a faint salty sea smell, birdsong is melodious, and flowers are fragrant, making it a veritable paradise, yet also carrying a touch of secluded solitude.

However, deep within this seemingly desolate island lies a power powerful enough to shake the continent.

Passing through a narrow, secluded valley in the center of the island, the breathtaking scenery will overturn your perception. In the heart of the valley, backed by the most precipitous main peak, several buildings are built along the mountainside.

They are neither magnificent palaces nor exquisitely carved pavilions, but rather ancient and rugged stone and wood structures.

The main body is composed of bluish-gray rocks and dark brown giant trees, with sharp lines and distinct edges, exuding an untamed wildness and power, as if it grew naturally from the mountain.

The building is simple and practical in form, with low eaves and huge doors and windows. There is no superfluous decoration. Everything is for practicality and sturdiness, and it blends perfectly with the original environment of the island.

But what is most breathtaking is not the building itself, but the mountain surrounding it. Upon closer inspection, dozens of platforms of varying sizes and depths are scattered across the steep rock face.

These platforms are by no means naturally formed; their edges bear obvious marks of non-sharp carving—the marks of countless fist imprints, palm prints, elbow prints, and even headbutts that have been forcefully blasted and carved out! The rock surface is covered with spiderweb-like cracks, yet it is unusually solid, as if it has been forged through countless hammer blows.

Each platform is imbued with sweat and blood, silently telling the story of the most primitive and direct way of cultivation: using the body as the soul and breaking through obstacles with strength.

This is the unique mark of the Body Sect, one of the most mysterious and extremely powerful super forces on the continent.

At this moment, in the largest man-made plaza at the foot of the main peak, sunlight filters through the sparse branches and leaves.

Several elderly men with white hair and beards and ancient faces stood there, their eyes sharp as hawks, supervising the cultivation of dozens of disciples. These disciples were of different ages, the youngest being only ten years old and the oldest being nearly a teenager.

Bare-chested, displaying well-defined or developing muscles, they practiced boxing in the square. Their movements were simple yet powerful, each strike accompanied by a whooshing sound.

Some people carried huge rocks on their backs and climbed the mountain paths with difficulty, their muscles bulging and veins standing out.

Or they might sit cross-legged, palms facing upwards, engaging in deep breathing meditation, their soul power fluctuations like undercurrents beneath a calm lake, steady and restrained.

This is the new site of the Body Sect.

Before Zuo Qiulun arrived, the situation of the Body Sect was quite dire.

Aside from a few elders whose strength is unfathomable but whose personalities are eccentric and who are rarely seen, there are only a dozen or so disciples under their tutelage. These disciples are all exceptionally talented and have amazing potential, and their strength is among the best of their peers.

But their ten thousand years of wandering have also allowed them to uphold the Body Sect's consistent tradition of "freedom"—or rather, the "street hustler" style.

They had no fixed sect headquarters, wandering and training like lone wolves across the continent, relying on various missions or "sparring" to make a living and acquire cultivation resources. They were homeless and scattered like sand.

The concept of sects exists almost exclusively in their memories of bloodlines and lineages.

Until Zuo Qiulun appeared, everything changed.

This young man, who aspired to become the sect leader of the Body Sect, was deeply saddened by the state of the sect. The Body Sect's legacy could not be broken, nor could it be allowed to fall into such a state of disrepair!

He knew that a powerful sect not only needed top experts, but also a constant stream of fresh blood and a solid foundation.

Therefore, he had to use his connections and resources to find Zhou Mingyu, who had a certain status in the Spirit Pagoda.

Using the Spirit Transmission Tower's record system for Spirit Awakening spread across the continent, Zuo Qiulun asked Zhou Mingyu to help him keep an eye out for and screen potential Spirit Masters who possess a physical Spirit but may not have been discovered by major sects or whose potential has not been fully developed.

It was through this method that Zuo Qiulun gradually gathered those original spirit owners who were scattered throughout the Federation and might be confused or overlooked because of their special spirits, to Tianming Island, which was far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

From the initial dozen or so people to the current dozens, although the number is still small and far from comparable to those super sects with tens of thousands of disciples, for the Body Sect, this is a huge leap forward, and the flame of hope for revival has been ignited here.

As the number of disciples gradually increased, Mu Ye had no choice but to start choosing a location for his sect.

Finally, he chose Tianming Island and bought it directly.

Not only because of its seclusion, but also because of its "desolation" and "danger," the reefs are a natural defense, the steep peaks are the best training grounds, the primeval forests are an excellent place for survival training, and the boundless deep sea is an excellent training ground for disciples' second awakening.

He established the Body Sect here so that both new and old disciples could use the purest method on this seemingly barren land—to temper themselves, strengthen their bodies, comprehend soul power, and rebuild the glory of the Body Sect.

The fist-print platforms on the mountainside and the sweat shed in the square are testaments to the rise of the new Body Sect.

At this moment, inside the sect's main hall

Looking at his two disciples, Mu Ye grinned heartily across his bronze face, his voice booming like thunder: "Hahaha! Ruheng, Xiaolun! My luck on this trip has truly been off the charts!"

He reached out and carefully took out a jade box carved from special warm jade.

The moment the box lid was opened, an indescribable, rich and unique fragrance instantly filled the air, overwhelmingly drowning out the smell of sweat and dirt on the square.

The fragrance seemed to have a life of its own. As soon as it entered their noses, Aruheng and Zuoqiulun felt their blood and qi surge uncontrollably, and their limbs and bones felt warm, as if they were soaking in a hot spring. Even their soul power seemed to circulate a little faster.

In the center of the jade box lay a strangely shaped "flesh block". Its whole body was a deep, full, dark red color that seemed to be dripping blood. Its surface was covered with complex wrinkles like the grooves of a brain, or like the layers of Ganoderma lucidum, but it was fuller and more plump than Ganoderma lucidum, full of indescribable vitality.

This is the rare treasure recorded in the sect's ancient books—the Ten-Thousand-Year Tai Sui! Legend has it that this object is formed from the essence of the earth. After ten thousand years of sedimentation, it contains a vast and boundless power of the origin of qi and blood. It is an unparalleled divine object that nourishes the body, tempers the bloodline, and strengthens the foundation.

For a Body-type Soul Master who relies on forging their physique and regards themselves as their strongest weapon, the value of this ten-thousand-year-old Tai Sui far exceeds that of a hundred-thousand-year-old Soul Bone!

"Look at this treasure!" Mu Ye's eyes shone brightly, filled with undisguised excitement and pride, and his voice rose several decibels. "This is simply a great gift from God to our Body Sect!"

"Perfect timing! You two rascals have laid a solid foundation; it's time for you to nourish and transform yourselves with this divine substance! Quickly, each of you take half now! Your master will protect you!"

As he spoke, he was about to hand the jade box to his two apprentices.

However, to Mu Ye's surprise, when faced with this peerless treasure that could drive any Soul Master crazy, his two prized disciples—Aruheng, who was tall and muscular like an iron tower, and Zuoqiulun, who was calm and had deep eyes—did not accept it with great joy after their initial shock. Instead, they looked at each other and saw the same hesitation and determination in each other's eyes.

The two remained silent for a moment, as if the air had frozen.

Finally, Zuo Qiulun took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood and qi within him caused by the fragrance of the ten-thousand-year-old Tai Sui, and spoke first. His voice remained steady, yet carried an undeniable seriousness: "Master, this ten-thousand-year-old Tai Sui... you should consume it."

Aruheng, a man usually known for his carefree and valiant nature, unusually suppressed his smile, nodded emphatically, and echoed in a deep voice, "Yes, Master. This treasure... is for you to use."

Makino's smile froze instantly, then his brows furrowed into a tight knot, his eyes widening as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"What?!" he practically roared, the sound shaking the leaves of nearby trees. "Are you two little brats out of your minds?! Do you even know what this is?! A ten-thousand-year-old Tai Sui! Ten thousand years! Ancient books say it's extinct!"

This is something I've never obtained before, despite venturing into countless dangerous places! This time, I was incredibly lucky to get my hands on this treasure!

This is an invaluable treasure for laying the foundation and paving the way for your future! How could... how could it be used on an old man like me?!

He was so anxious that he stamped his feet, pointing at the dark red fleshy fungus, his fingers trembling slightly: "You are young, full of energy and vitality, with unlimited potential!"

If you take it, your original martial soul will definitely be upgraded to a higher level, and you will have a great chance to reach the Limit Douluo or even Quasi-God in the future!

"Give it to me? What use is it to an old man who's never even reached level 95 in his entire life?!"

Zuo Qiulun stepped forward, looking directly into Mu Ye's eyes, which were reddened with emotion. His tone was more sincere, with a hint of barely perceptible heartache: "Master, you are wrong. It is precisely because this precious medicine is so valuable that it should be used on you."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "My senior brother and I are indeed young, and we have a long road ahead of us. We have plenty of time to accumulate experience and make breakthroughs."

But you are different. You are the pillar of our Body Sect and the hope for the sect's revival!

Your cultivation has long been at the level of a Titled Douluo (level 94) for many years, just one step away from the Super Douluo level! How long has this bottleneck troubled you? Although you haven't said it over the years, how much injustice have you suffered because of this? Your disciples understand!

Zuo Qiulun's voice carried a heavy weight: "This ten-thousand-year-old Tai Sui contains the purest and most primordial Qi and blood power! It is the key you need to break through your bottleneck!"

Take it, and the surging energy will wash over your entire body, surely helping you break through that invisible barrier and step into the realm of Super Douluo! Your breakthrough will be far more significant to your current state than any slight increase in strength for me and my senior brother!

The sect needs a Limit Douluo-level fighter to lead it! Master, please... for the sake of the sect, and for your own sake, take it!

Aruheng clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, his voice resounding, "Master! Xiaolun is right! Only when you are stronger can you better teach us and protect the sect! This medicine... is for you to take!"

Makino was stunned.

He looked at his two apprentices. One was calm and wise, expressing his deepest, yet most helpless, expectations; the other was straightforward and sincere, expressing his most genuine concern in the simplest of words.

An indescribable surge of heat rushed to his eyes, and his throat felt as if something was choking him.

Having traversed the continent for a lifetime and experienced countless life-and-death battles, his heart had long since hardened to the point of being as hard as stone. Yet, at this moment, his two disciples' heartfelt words struck the softest spot in his heart.

Over the years, how many of your peers, who were once inferior to you, have surpassed you and become Super Douluo? And how many old men use themselves as "negative examples" to educate their disciples?

Even if your combat power far surpasses others of the same level, so what? In the end, it's still just a title that has lost its potential for advancement!

He knew all of this! But he couldn't let these humiliations break him, because he was the Sect Master of the Body Sect! A Sect Master is not allowed to fall! He cannot fall!

He opened his mouth, wanting to say a few more words, wanting to say "I don't need it," wanting to say "Stop talking nonsense," but he couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Zuo Qiulun's words, "For the sake of the sect," struck him like a heavy hammer.

Yes, he was the sect leader of the Body Sect, and also the master of these two children... Sect, disciples... His gaze lingered for a long time on the ten-thousand-year-old Tai Sui that emitted an alluring red light and a strange fragrance, and then slowly swept over the young and determined faces of Aruheng and Zuoqiulun.

In the square, only the sound of the wind and the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks could be heard.

In the end, Makino agreed. That soft "okay" seemed to be both an acceptance of his disciples' expectant and concerned requests and an acceptance of his own long-dormant desire for a breakthrough.

He looked at his two apprentices, whose eyes were filled with determination. In their eyes were satisfaction, emotion, and an indescribable resolve.

Mu Ye's steps were slightly heavy yet resolute as he slowly walked towards the secluded cultivation room. His shadow was stretched long in the afternoon sunlight, as if he were carrying the future of the entire Body Sect on his back.

The stone door to the secluded chamber, in his eyes at this moment, was like a gateway to a completely new realm. Once he stepped into it, it would be a battle against his own limits.

Watching his master's figure gradually disappear behind the stone gate,

Unable to contain his excitement, Aruheng grabbed Zuoqiulun's shoulder and shook him vigorously. His eyes widened with excitement and anticipation as he exclaimed, "Junior brother, this time the heavens have truly opened their eyes! Our Body Sect's luck has finally turned around! Master will definitely break through to Super Douluo this time!"

His voice echoed across the empty square, as if to spread this joy to every corner.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Qiulun merely revealed a faint smile, a smile that contained both confidence in his master and a deeper meaning that was difficult for others to perceive.

He gently patted Aruheng's hand and said, "Yes, you're so lucky!"

However, deep down, he was silently thinking: "Master, don't waste this 'opportunity' I've prepared for you!"