Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

The moment Salas stepped into the courtyard, the oppressive aura of five Soul Douluos simultaneously locked onto him.

The combined pressure from the Black Demon, the Heavenly Star Furnace, and the Azure Vine, along with Franya and Zhao Youji's One-Eyed Demon Owl and Giant Silver Iron Bear, caused Salas to momentarily feel his breath catch in his throat.

Salas's prepared accusatory lines were abruptly cut off. Although he was a Platinum Bishop and his strength had reached the level of a Soul Douluo, taking on five opponents on someone else's turf was tantamount to suicide.

"Bishop Salas, what brings you so many people to the rest area of ​​my Royal Academy students with such an imposing manner?" Meng Shenji asked Salas with a smile, his hands behind his back.

Faced with these five formidable gatekeepers, Salas's imposing manner instantly diminished. He gave a dry laugh and forced himself to adopt an official tone:

"Commissioner Meng Shenji has misunderstood. I was merely conducting a routine inspection. Team Two's performance today was truly astonishing. I have come on behalf of the competition organizing committee to understand the students' cultivation progress, lest any forbidden techniques harm the children's foundation."

"Thank you for your trouble, Bishop. Our students from the Heaven Dou Empire have the resources of the Empire to support their cultivation, so it's clean and transparent. There's no need for the Spirit Hall to interfere." Soul Douluo Zhilin coldly refused, leaving no room for negotiation.

Salas stood in the courtyard for a moment and realized that he couldn't get any useful information at all. It was obvious that these five Soul Douluos were protecting these children to the death.

In the end, he could only leave empty-handed, offering a few perfunctory words before slinking away with his men.

However, Salas did not give up. After returning to the Spirit Hall, he immediately went into the secret room, spread out paper and pen, and began to write furiously, drawing on his observations on the field.

An urgent, top-secret letter was quickly drafted.

In the letter, he described in great detail the age, appearance, and spirit characteristics of the members of the Klein team. In particular, he recorded Qian San's strange liquid metal armor and his ten-thousand-year fourth ring configuration.

After finishing writing, he used the highest-ranking flying spirit beast of the Spirit Hall to send the secret letter to the Papal Palace in Spirit City overnight.

……

The hustle and bustle of Tiandou City did not disturb the tranquility of Sunset Forest.

Deep within the spring's bottom space, at the source of both ice and fire,

The enormous body of the Silver-Eyed White Dragon Emperor coiled at the bottom of the water, enveloped in a thick cocoon of multicolored light. Huang Tian's transformation had reached its most crucial final step.

In mid-air, the remnant souls of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings had weakened to the point of being transparent. Looking down at the perfect fusion of the five elements within the cocoon of light, a hint of relief and acceptance flashed in their enormous dragon eyes.

"Little girl, our lineage has come to an end." The Fire Dragon King's voice, which had been fierce throughout his life, now held a rare hint of gentleness.

"When a soul beast transforms into a human, it's a deadly path fraught with danger and unpredictability. Human greed is beyond your imagination."

The Ice Dragon King's voice carried the admonition of an elder: "We two have been dead for tens of thousands of years and cannot help you much. This last wisp of our original soul will not dissipate, but will be sealed within the left and right arm bones we give you."

"This wisp of divine soul won't protect you again in a life-or-death situation. Consider it a trump card we two old bones are leaving you to save your life. In any case, live on, don't die before you grow up."

As soon as the words fell, the two enormous phantoms in mid-air completely transformed into specks of starlight, which merged into the right arm bone burning with flames and the left arm bone emanating cold air, respectively, before disappearing into the cocoon of light.

As the two arm bones completely fused together, the cocoon of light suddenly contracted, and an extremely powerful life force erupted from within.

The light cocoon shattered.

The enormous, silver-eyed white dragon emperor had vanished, replaced by a beautifully sculpted little girl standing at the bottom of the spring.

The little girl looked to be about six years old, but had long white hair and delicate features. Most striking were her bright, clear eyes, with a faint halo of iridescent light swirling deep within them.

Huang Tian slowly lowered his head and clenched his small hand.

She closed her eyes and carefully felt the changes within her body.

The Mountain Dragon King's torso was like an unshakeable mountain, firmly suppressing the center. His left arm was the arm bone of the Ice Dragon King, and his right arm was the divine arm bone of the Fire Dragon King.

Light and darkness, ice and fire, all achieved balance under the weight of the earth element.

Light, darkness, ice, fire, and earth—five distinct elements—circulate endlessly within her body.

Huang Tian reopened her eyes, her gaze clear and resolute. From this moment on, she was no longer simply a twin of light and darkness, but the true Spirit Dragon King who controlled the five elements.

Qian Xunji had been standing guard by his side, watching the exquisitely beautiful little girl emerge after the cocoon of light shattered, a hint of a smile flickering in his eyes. He stepped forward and looked down at the little bean sprout:

"How are you feeling?"

"Very strong."

Having said that, a thought struck her. A dense mass of light and shadow rose from behind her petite frame.

It was the slender, phantom-like form of a divine dragon. Its originally pure white body was now covered with a layer of fine, crystal-like scales. Each scale refracted five distinct halos of light.

These five colors intertwine and flow on the scales, endlessly regenerating.

Huang Tian gazed at his martial soul: "I will call this new bloodline the Spirit Dragon King. In the dragon lineage, its bloodline level has already surpassed the boundaries of the nine great dragon kings, second only to the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King."

Qian Xunji nodded slightly, satisfied with the result, and then asked, "Given your current condition, how long will it take to recover to your peak strength?"

Huang Tian closed his eyes, examined his internal body, and replied, "With your help, it will take about ten years. After absorbing those three divine-level soul bones, my innate soul power in my physical form is now stuck at level forty. Most of the energy left behind by these three ancestors was used to reshape my meridians and balance the power of the five elements, and it was not directly converted into cultivation."

Qian Xunji understood.

In the original novel, when Tang Wulin absorbed the Mountain Dragon King's torso bones, he only improved his mental strength and control over the earth element; his soul power was not mentioned at all.

The fact that Huangtian can start with a soul power level of forty after transforming into human form is undoubtedly good news. With her terrifying talent, second only to the Dragon God, plus three divine-level soul bones as a foundation, she may be able to return to the top in less than ten years, or even surpass her previous peak.

"Let's go." Qian Xunji pulled herself together, her gaze falling on the small body, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Now that you're level 40, let me take you hunting for spirit rings to fill in the gaps in your skills."

Huang Tian nodded. She was about to take a step when she realized that her short legs, typical of a six-year-old child, made walking quite difficult in the turbulent environment at the bottom of the spring.

Before she could even speak, Qian Xunji naturally bent down, reached under her armpits, and lifted her up in his arms.

Qian Xunji turned his head to look at Huang Tian, ​​whose two short legs were dangling in his arms, and said with a hint of teasing in his tone:

"My dear daughter, hold on tight!"