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After Peter Jack Trass Griffin learned that his regression in cultivation was due to the little dark dragon causing mischief, he barked in frustration. It took a long time for Xun'er to comfort him before he finally calmed down.
However, Xun'er had no fondness for this dark dragon either. She glared at it and said, "If it weren't for you, my brother would be the most powerful genius in our family. How could he be mocked by others? How did he end up in this situation?"
The dark dragon chuckled awkwardly. "There's nothing I could do; I was severely injured. At that time, I hadn't awakened yet and could only instinctively drain others' cultivation to sustain this fragment of my soul."
"Fragment of your soul?" Xun'er's eyes narrowed. "Are you a god?"
"Indeed, I am the god of the dark dragon clan, the Dragon God Dak!" The dark dragon lifted its small head, showing a proud expression, but quickly drooped like a wilted flower under the sun. "However, now there's only this little bit left. I'm still the son of the Sacred Dragon, and that old fool completely obliterated me."
The little werewolf and Xun'er exchanged glances, unsure of what to say. Finally, Peter spoke up. "You have to give me some compensation; after all, you've drained my energy for so many years."
"Do you think this Dragon God would take your things for free?" Dak scoffed. "I didn't drain your energy for nothing. For true power, will is the most important. Those years of ridicule have made your resolve much stronger. I was actually planning to observe you a bit longer before I revealed myself to guide you…"
In truth, Dak had no intention of revealing himself. When the little werewolf broke off his engagement, he had shown some spirit, but later he just ran away… So, Dak had never considered being upfront with him.
This guy had some kind of luck, running into another strong being and even discovering Dak's existence.
More importantly, this guy had a destructive attribute, something even purer than Dak's own. In his prime, Dak wouldn't have been able to compare to him; it was as if he were dealing with someone superior.
"Will is not something that can be tempered like this."
Tang San shook his head. "Forget it; I won't dwell on that. I just want to mention that your last statement seems different from the stories we've heard."
"Oh? What do outsiders say about me?" Dak asked, curious.
"They say you attempted to challenge the Sacred Dragon and ended up getting killed…"
"Bullshit!" Dak tightened his grip on the dark dragon bone, his little purple eyes widening in anger. "That old fool thought I was turning darkness into destruction, becoming the Dragon God of Destruction, and saw me as a threat, so he killed me outright!"
"They even said I was following in the footsteps of the God of Punishment… At that moment, it was a quick, ruthless execution, without giving me a chance to explain!"
"Luckily, this fragment of my soul survived... I'll have my revenge. Since that bastard claims I'm following the God of Punishment, I'll show him. If I can't do it myself, I'll cultivate someone to make him regret it!"
Dak's alternate version of events laid all the blame on the Sacred Dragon, citing fear of his destructive attribute.
Which version is true?
It didn't matter.
If one had to choose, Tang San thought Dak's version seemed more plausible. After all, the Sacred Dragon, as a follower of the Creator God, would certainly know Austin Griffin and recognize his power, being highly wary of the destructive attribute.
One might say: Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope.
But Tang San wouldn't fully believe it. However, for now, Dak, the Dark Dragon God, appeared to have the same superficial goal as him: to defeat the Sacred Dragon.
The only difference was that Tang San wanted to liberate the people from their blind faith in the Sacred Dragon, while Dak sought revenge.
"Challenging the Sacred Dragon?" The little werewolf suddenly felt a rush of happiness. An unknown human power had chosen him, and now a dark dragon god had also selected him. Could it be that he was the destined child of this Dragon Island?
"Do you have confidence?" Dak looked at Peter.
"Of course!"
Peter was brimming with confidence. After all, it was just the Sacred Dragon! He would show both of them!
"Good! Very spirited!" Dak nodded in satisfaction, thinking Peter had some redeeming qualities, particularly his gullibility. "If you follow my orders, you will surely gain strength beyond that of the Sacred Dragon."
However, Peter turned to Tang San and thought for a moment before saying, "No, you'll teach me because you owe me. Who told you to drain my energy? Plus, I already have a teacher who will guide me. Besides, you're not better; otherwise, you wouldn't have been scared off by my teacher."
Dak wanted to argue, but Tang San hadn't yet put away the Haotian Hammer. The aura of destruction seemed to come alive, manifesting as a set of purple chains that wrapped around Dak's neck, as if to say that if he dared utter a "no," his fragment of a soul would dissipate into nothingness.
"This is divine retribution…"
Realizing something, Dak immediately prostrated himself on the dark dragon bone, bowing toward the Haotian Hammer. "So it's the great God of Destruction above! I was disrespectful; please forgive me! I am willing to serve you as your most loyal servant."
The Haotian Hammer trembled slightly, imprinting a trace of destructive power into Dak's forehead, stabilizing his soul so it no longer seemed so ethereal.
"Thank you, great God of Punishment!"
The little werewolf looked at Dak's submission with disdain, while Xun'er regarded the Haotian Hammer in Tang San's hand with great caution. "That aura of destruction is quite evil; it seems capable of destroying everything in the world."
"Power itself is neither good nor evil," Tang San said as he retracted the Haotian Hammer, dissipating the destructive aura and releasing the Blue Silver Emperor. The rich life force enveloped the little werewolf and Xun'er, making them feel much more at ease. "The key lies in the one who wields it."
Xun'er snapped back to reality, incredulous. "Destruction and life—these two attributes appearing in one person? That's simply absurd!"
"But it's the truth," Tang San said, retracting the Blue Silver Emperor into his body. He began to share his background and purpose with the little werewolf and Xun'er. "I come from a realm outside the Eternal Domain, a planet called Douluo Continent, where everyone has a martial soul that is part of themselves…"
"I came to the Eternal Domain after undergoing the Creator God's trial."
Xun'er found it hard to believe, but she was of noble birth and knew some secrets. For instance, the Sacred Dragon was actually the mount of the Creator God, and this Eternal Domain existed within a throne. Realizing Tang San's situation, she understood he wasn't lying; he was indeed undergoing the Creator God's trial to redirect the faith of the beings in the Eternal Domain towards themselves rather than the gods.
This wasn't about denying faith in gods, but about living a life that belonged to them—because gods do not need worship.
Perhaps this was what the Creator God wished to see...
In the core of the Eternal Domain.
The Sacred Dragon wore a grim expression. He hadn't anticipated that the dark dragon god Dak still had a fragment of his soul lingering in the world. "I was careless; I didn't inspect closely at the time. But it doesn't matter. Even at his peak, Dak wouldn't have been my match, and whoever he cultivates can only be suppressed by me."
King Easton chimed in, "Don't forget, Tang San is also cultivating the one chosen by Dak. You might be in trouble, heh heh heh."
"Hmph!" The Sacred Dragon flicked his tail, sending King Easton flying. "Better than you. The elves of Easton Forest have nearly forgotten about you in these hundred years."
King Easton huffed, unable to refute that.
The Eternal Angel, acting as a mediator, said, "Alright, you two stop bickering. The Eternal Master is still here; how about we see what Tang San does instead?"
The Sacred Dragon replied, "As long as Tang San doesn't act personally, that Peter Jack Trass Griffin can grow stronger, but he's still just a god without a divine position. I can suppress him with a single paw, just like I did with Dak."
"Dak is still your son," King Easton mocked. "Is it glorious to kill your own son? I haven't even wiped out the Moonshadow elves in my territory."
"What son? I don't even remember sleeping with his mother!"
The Sacred Dragon declared his "scoundrel" status, causing the Eternal Master to turn his gaze away—
"Uh... it was his mother who took advantage of my slumber and stole my essence seed. Later, when that mother dragon came to me, I realized what had happened."
"Eternal Master, I can't be blamed for this, right?"
The Eternal Master looked away, unwilling to engage with this lecherous mount. He didn't quite believe the Sacred Dragon's words; after all, since the creation of the world, this creature had spent the past millions of years mating or on his way to mate, merely to pass the time.
In fact, the Sacred Dragon had even harbored fantasies about the Creator God, but after being intimidated, he had abandoned that thought.
However, it seemed that dragons were prone to such behavior, even reaching godhood wouldn't spare them...
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"Teacher, now that Dak won't drain my energy anymore, I've wasted so much time. How can I make up for it?" The little werewolf rubbed his hands together, panting, with his tongue lolling out like a husky.
To be frank, in Tang San's eyes, all male werewolves looked alike. If he only relied on sight and didn't use his spiritual power to differentiate, he wouldn't recognize one from another—much like how people from one country might struggle to tell individuals from another apart unless they had particularly distinctive features.
"Follow me on a journey, spreading wisdom and facing challenges. Your strength will surely advance by leaps and bounds," Tang San invited Peter. "Are you willing to explore the entire Dragon Island with me?"
"That sounds great! Staying in one place for too long gets boring," the little werewolf agreed, his gaze falling on Xun'er. "What about you...?"
"I'll go wherever Brother Griffin goes," Xun'er said sweetly, not wanting to part from the little werewolf.
"No problem; having an extra companion is always good." Tang San smiled. "After all, your little girlfriend is quite worried that I might steal you away."
"What little girlfriend...?" The little werewolf suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side and saw Xun'er tugging at his fur, promptly backtracking, "Right! Xun'er is my little girlfriend. In the future, we'll definitely be together and have many babies!"
Only then did Xun'er release her grip, blushing. "Brother, don't say such things in front of others... I'm really shy!"
Tang San: "...This female wolf seems a bit unusual!"
Mengmeng and Nian Nian: "...Are beastmen really this bold?"
(End of Chapter)