Douluo Dragon King: Here we come! Golden Dragon King!

The train sped through the night, with endless fields stretching out outside the window, occasionally punctuated by a few scattered lights that were quickly left behind in the darkness.

The carriage wasn't crowded; passengers were scattered around, and most had already fallen asleep leaning against their seats.

Tang Wulin sat by the window, his forehead pressed against the cold glass, gazing at the gradually shrinking outline of the city in the distance.

Aolai City, where he grew up, where he awakened his martial soul, where he met his loving parents, and where he met his teachers. Now that he is leaving, he feels a tightness in his chest.

Wu Changkong lay on the bed with his eyes closed, resting.

As Tang Wulin was about to retreat to sleep, he suddenly felt a slight itch in his palm.

He looked down and saw several thin red lines emerging from the surface of his skin.

The lines became denser and denser, gradually outlining a shape.

It was a pattern of an eye, with the vertical pupil in the center slowly opening to meet his gaze.

Tang Wulin almost jumped up from his seat, clenching his fist tightly and pressing his hand firmly against his knee.

"What are you doing?" came the voice of the Golden Dragon King.

Tang Wulin didn't relax. He first cautiously glanced at Wu Changkong, who had his eyes closed, and saw that Wu Changkong didn't react.

"You—!" Tang Wulin brought his fist to his mouth and lowered his voice.

"How did you get out here!"

"Contractual Mark".

The Golden Dragon King's voice came from the palm of his hand.

"You think signing the contract is the end of it? The mark will stay with you forever, and I can speak to you through it at any time. Now I have important matters to discuss with you."

Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened his palm.

The vertical pupil stared straight at him from the palm of his hand, focusing on Tang Wulin's face, its gaze filled with displeasure.

"Three minutes," said the Golden Dragon King.

Tang Wulin guiltily moved his hand further inside the seat.

"What does the contract say? When I need it, I will hand over my body for one hour."

One hour, two hours, one hundred and twenty minutes.

The Golden Dragon King's voice was very low.

"And what happened? I just went out to stretch and hadn't even started doing anything serious when you cut me off."

Three minutes. Kid, you call three minutes an hour?

"I……"

Tang Wulin whispered in protest, "I don't know why it only lasted three minutes! I never controlled myself like that!"

"You are the owner of this body, don't you know that?"

"I'm only six years old!" Tang Wulin exclaimed anxiously.

"My body is only so big, it's already amazing that I could withstand your strength for three minutes!"

The vertical pupil in his palm blinked, scrutinizing the credibility of this explanation.

"...Never mind," said the Golden Dragon King, his tone shifting from aggressive to lazy and disdainful.

"Let's put this matter on hold for now, and talk about it again after you've trained your body for a few more years."

"I am a magnanimous man and will not stoop to the level of a brat like you."

Tang Wulin breathed a sigh of relief, and then the Golden Dragon King spoke again.

"There's one more thing."

The vertical pupil rolled upwards, as if searching for something in its memory.

"Her shadow is in your memory."

"Her?" Tang Wulin was stunned.

"Which 'her'?"

"Silver hair, purple eyes, don't play dumb with me."

The Golden Dragon King's tone became somewhat subtle, unlike his previous casual manner.

"I have reviewed your memories. You have seen her, on that street."

Tang Wulin remembered.

The little girl huddled in the corner, with eyes like amethysts—he hadn't even had a chance to say anything before she was forced to run away. He kept this matter buried in his heart, afraid to think about it too much.

"Do you know who she is?" Tang Wulin asked.

"Answer my question," said the Golden Dragon King.

"Why do you have the Silver Dragon King in your memories?"

Silver Dragon King.

Tang Wulin repeated these three words in his mind.

Silver Dragon King...

Is that silver-haired little girl the Silver Dragon King?

"I don't know," Tang Wulin said honestly.

"What is this Silver Dragon King you're talking about?"

The Golden Dragon King fell silent.

The vertical pupils in his palms were half-closed, as he organized a very long narrative.

"A million years ago, the war of the dragon gods."

"Dragon God".

That is, the original complete forms of myself and the Silver Dragon King fought against the five great god kings.

At that time, the Dragon God was the strongest being in the divine realm, without exception.

But the Asura God, taking advantage of the Dragon God's momentary lapse in attention, struck down with his sword.

"This sword cleaved the Dragon God in two."

I, the Golden Dragon King, am in charge of half of the physical body and power.

The other half, who controls spirit and elemental power, is the Silver Dragon King.

From then on, we were two separate individuals.

It's not a clone, not siblings, not a couple; it's the same being split into two. Do you understand?

Tang Wulin nodded. He understood at least one thing: the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King were once the same person.

Or rather, the same God.

"The Silver Dragon King is very strong," said the Golden Dragon King.

His tone suddenly changed, taking on a subtle warmth.

"The half of the power I wield has been dormant for millions of years and is now at the level of a supreme god-king."

And the Silver Dragon King…”

"I estimate that her strength is no less than mine."

"Mind manipulation, elemental control."

These might seem like ordinary soul skills to you, but in the hands of the Silver Dragon King, every element is a part of her body, and every fluctuation of her spirit is an extension of her will.

It got more and more excited as it talked.

"Any power, when taken to its extreme, will become something else entirely."

Furthermore, her control over elements allows her to mobilize elements from all over the world for her use.

And her wisdom.

After we parted ways during that war of the gods a million years ago, she has lived alone on the Douluo Continent until now.

"I've been imprisoned in the seal for a million years, and she's cultivated outside for a million years. She should be at least at the quasi-Supreme God-King level by now."

Tang Wulin was listening attentively at first, but gradually realized something was wrong.

Why does this sound more and more like a compliment?

"Wait a minute," he interrupted, "You just said... the Silver Dragon King has been on the Douluo Continent for the past million years?"

"That's right."

The Golden Dragon King said, "It is the divine realm that seals me; she is not within the seal."

She should have stayed on Douluo Continent since the end of the Dragon God War.

Tang Wulin felt his throat was a little dry.

"Then she's... here too?"

"nonsense."

"You're her enemy, aren't you?"

"That's right, in a sense, she is also an enemy of the entire Douluo Continent."

Do you think that if a supreme divine beast is split in two, the other half will live a peaceful and uneventful life?

"They must be planning something earth-shattering. As a divine beast, it's impossible for it to go and fall in love with someone else."

The Golden Dragon King said, "So kid, you'd better pray you don't run into her."

Of course, even if we encounter such a situation, I will find a way to protect you. After all, we're in the same boat.

Tang Wulin went through the mutual flattery and the warning in his mind, and then came to a not-so-good conclusion.

"that……"

"Golden Dragon King, I have a question for you."

Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"explain."

"If we encounter the Silver Dragon King."

If you were to go against her, would you win?

The vertical pupil in his palm stared at him quietly for a while, and he heard the Golden Dragon King chuckle softly.

"The Silver Dragon King possesses extraordinary elemental control and mental power, as well as astonishingly high intelligence."

It repeated the words of praise it had just given.

"but!"

Its tone was slightly raised, smug, proud, and arrogant.

"I possess astonishingly powerful strength!"

"so……"

"...So what? Just tell me."

The Golden Dragon King uttered three words with a resounding tone.

"We will win."