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Amidst the violent explosion, the entire domain shattered into pieces. The werewolf was blasted away, his body covered in wounds, with no part of his fur unscathed. A massive hole was blown through his chest, piercing all the way to his back.
At the brink of death, Tang San unleashed the Blue Silver Emperor to keep him alive, gradually healing his injuries.
In less than forty-five minutes, the werewolf was fully revived.
"Master, you truly are incredible. I can't even perceive the difference between us," the werewolf remarked, touching his now-unharmed chest with a sigh, though he quickly brightened up. "Just now, I think I gained some insight. If I could harness the power of vibrations and apply a spiral technique, could I break through the ninth tier, nine-star boundary and reach the legendary tenth tier—the realm of gods?"
The ninth tier, nine-star level on the Douluo Continent equates to rank ninety-nine, the pinnacle of the peerless Douluo.
At this level, the only ways to advance further are to condense faith and forge a godly seat, or to gather vast amounts of energy for a breakthrough. Alternatively, one could follow Tang San's cultivation theory, treating oneself as a new universe and training accordingly.
Although the werewolf hadn't cultivated the Xuantian Gong, he had mastered the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit, inheriting Tang San's teachings. His inner qi, bloodline power, and spiritual strength had reached a state of balance, and with his understanding of vibration, he had forged his own path.
Thus, even without faith or the laws of divinity, the werewolf could break through the ninth tier, nine-star level purely by absorbing vast energy, and his strength wouldn't be inferior to those who had condensed a godly seat.
"You'll need to figure that out on your own," Tang San teased, before adding, "Come on, before challenging the Holy Dragon, you need to pass your final test. Defeat the three ninth-tier, nine-star experts of the Holy Dragon Clan. That will be your true graduation exam!"
"Understood!"
The werewolf nodded firmly and stepped into the air, heading toward Beast King City. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Tang San's sight.
"Shouldn't we follow him?" Meng Meng asked, noticing that Tang San was heading in the opposite direction. "What if the werewolf fails?"
"Don't worry, he won't lose," Tang San said, looking up at the seemingly endless sky, a slight smile forming on his lips. "It's not just me who knows that—He knows it too."
"He?"
In the core of the Eternal Domain, the Lord of Eternity saw Tang San glancing at the sky, seemingly giving him and his group a meaningful look. He turned off the "surveillance" and said to the Holy Dragon, "You may go. After Peter Jack Trass Griffin defeats your three direct descendants, he'll break through to the tenth tier and challenge you."
The Holy Dragon hesitated. "Can I forfeit? I feel like I'm going to die. That guy's current power is already enough to take down some god-level experts without a godly seat. If he breaks through to the divine level, my chances of victory are next to nothing!"
The Lord of Eternity replied, "You won't die. If Tang San said defeating you is part of the test, then treat it as such. While his teachings may seem misleading, they carry some truth. This is the will of fate. If you really can't win, just concede and gather your strength. I will face Tang San in a fair and square battle at full power."
The Eternal Angel asked, "Have you made up your mind?"
The Lord of Eternity knew what the question referred to and responded, "If he wins, I will enter his Blue Silver Emperor and control Austin Griffin. My entanglement with Him began when I separated Him from my body. If I can return to one form, it will finally end."
Meanwhile, at Beast King City.
The werewolf stood in midair, his qi surging, pressing toward the palace at the center. He shouted, "The three ninth-tier, nine-star experts of the Holy Dragon Clan! Do you dare face me in battle a thousand meters above the ground?"
The three powerful members of the Holy Dragon Clan were furious. They all stepped into the air, each shouting at the werewolf:
"Little wolf pup, don't think that just because you've reached the ninth tier, nine-star level, you can compare yourself to us!"
"You're still far from our level!"
"But since you've received the Sacred Dragon's favor, why not join the Holy Dragon Clan? You could even marry the princess of our clan!"
However, the werewolf was unmoved. He chuckled and retorted, "Greatness isn't measured by age. Living a thousand years without ambition is meaningless. The gap between us isn't as wide as you think. Besides, I haven't received any favor from the Holy Dragon. After defeating you, I will challenge him myself!"
"You're mad!" One of the dragon experts' pupils contracted sharply. "You must know some secrets, right? The downfall of the Dark Dragon Clan isn't a mere story—it's a fact. Their king challenged the Holy Dragon and lost his intellect. If you've gone insane, fine, but are you willing to drag the entire Howling Moon Wolf Clan into oblivion, stripped of their wisdom by the Holy Dragon?"
"A true warrior must challenge those stronger than him," the werewolf declared boldly, his energy surging like a tidal wave, crashing toward the three Holy Dragon experts.
In an instant, the three felt the air around them trembling. Even the airflow became unstable, causing their skin and scales to vibrate.
"What a strange technique!"
The three experts were shocked. They unleashed their qi, golden flames erupting from their bodies as they transformed into three streaks of light, charging toward the werewolf.
Seeing that reasoning had failed, and sensing the werewolf's overwhelming strength, they decided on a quick battle.
"Perfect."
The werewolf's qi exploded outward as well, but unlike the Holy Dragons, his power shot out in bursts, more explosive in nature, shaking the space around him.
The three dragon men surrounded the werewolf, continuously striking with their claws, but none of their attacks landed on him. The power of the spatial vibrations not only affected their physical bodies and blood flow but also influenced their qi, causing it to tremble uncontrollably.
Rather than launching an immediate attack, the werewolf ascended higher into the sky, raising the battlefield to avoid affecting the residents of Beast King City.
As the citizens sensed the pressure around them gradually easing, they let out sighs of relief and looked up—
What they saw was a white streak of light colliding with three golden flames, generating waves of energy that even dispersed the clouds above.
"The Holy Dragon descends!"
As time passed, the three Holy Dragon experts' auras grew increasingly chaotic. The rhythm of the battle was entirely dictated by the werewolf. The peculiar power of vibrations seemed to transcend the laws of existence, causing their bodies, qi, and even souls to tremble along with it.
Even though the werewolf's attacks never directly struck them, every system in their bodies—their organs, tissues, and even every single cell—was caught in the oscillation.
Their internal organs, brains, bones, and meridians…
Not a single part of their bodies felt comfortable; it was as if an invisible hand had reached inside them, acting like an exuberant beast cub dancing, shouting, clawing, and tugging at their insides.
It felt worse than death!
Consequently, the three were forced to resort to their trump card.
The Holy Dragon Descends.
This move drew upon the bloodline power of the Holy Dragon clan, condensing all their qi and connecting with the divine will of the Holy Dragon to borrow its strength.
Their auras surged threefold, converging above their heads to form a swirling vortex, summoning a wave of oppressive golden energy.
"Is that the aura of the Holy Dragon?" The werewolf's eyes narrowed with caution, but he did not interrupt. This was a challenge, not a fight to the death; he wanted to defeat them at their strongest moment.
"O great Holy Dragon!"
"We offer our faith!"
"Summon the holy body!"
The three chanted in unison as the golden aura swirled around them, absorbing their qi and slowly manifesting a form.
"Roar!"
A dragon emerged, over thirty meters long, its body covered in golden scales, with five claws on its underbelly and two horns sprouting from its head. This dragon was composed entirely of energy, enveloping the three Holy Dragon experts within it, displaying an overwhelming force that far surpassed mere qi.
But the werewolf felt a surge of excitement. Sensing the energy that seemed to transcend the orc life level, he laughed loudly and called out, "God-level power? Let me see just how strong the power of a god truly is!"
As his voice faded, a torrent of qi erupted from the werewolf, accompanied by the fiery surge of his bloodline power and the intangible essence of spiritual energy.
The three types of energy converged in a spiral motion, unleashing an unparalleled vibration that pushed the illusion of the Holy Dragon back a hundred miles.
Before the god-level dragon could react, the werewolf clasped his hands together, gathering the three energies in his palms while integrating the energy of the domain. He then traced a crescent moon-shaped blade in the air.
Unlike the long moon blade he had unleashed during his battle with Tang San, which stretched for a thousand meters, this one was only six meters long. However, as soon as this crescent blade was formed, the residents of Holy Dragon Island felt a stirring in their hearts, lifting their gazes toward the direction of Beast King City. They witnessed a flickering silver blade of light.
The vibration power contained within that moon blade connected with the space within a thousand miles, causing the very fabric of that space to tremble.
If the material and energy in the air were like perfectly arranged dominoes, then the werewolf's moon blade was the first to push and the last to fall.
The energy generated by the vibrations converged back onto the werewolf in that instant.
It was merely a moment!
The werewolf's form vanished from sight, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the illusion of the Holy Dragon, the crescent blade in his arms dissipating.
This move had reached the pinnacle of speed, nearly one-tenth the speed of light, making it difficult for even god-level power to perceive.
As the dragon's illusion shattered, the three Holy Dragon experts began to fall.
Exhausted but still capable, the werewolf rushed to catch them, gently lowering them to the center of Beast King City.
In that moment, everyone below understood: the three most powerful Holy Dragon warriors had been defeated by a werewolf who was no more than two hundred years old.
At that instant, the entire Howling Moon Wolf clan erupted in cheers, for one of their own had emerged as a formidable warrior capable of taking on three opponents and even defeating god-level beings!
"Teacher, I've won." The werewolf gazed into the distance, silently reflecting within himself. Ignoring the distant uproar, he soared back into the sky, sitting cross-legged in the void to recover from his exhaustion while gathering more of the world's energy.
In an instant, a mass of almost liquid-like heavenly energy materialized above Beast King City, continuously pouring into the werewolf's body. The vast qi began to compress and transform, becoming pure silver, while the werewolf's fur turned completely silver, and a crescent-shaped pattern appeared on his forehead.
Buzz—
The invisible vibrations spread once more. The Howling Moon Wolf clan, sharing the same bloodline as the werewolf, began to tremble, as if sensing the resonance of a nobler bloodline. They instinctively began to evolve, with heavenly energy continuously pouring into them, assisting in their ascension.
"What's happening?"
"My cultivation is rising uncontrollably!"
"My entire body feels like it's shaking!"
"It's Peter Jack Trass Griffin helping us!"
"Is he about to break through to a higher realm?"
The members of the Howling Moon Wolf clan looked at the werewolf with admiration, already shifting their faith from the Holy Dragon to their own kin.
But why could the werewolves of the Howling Moon clan also break through alongside the werewolf?
Among the three walking toward the outside of Holy Dragon Island, Mengmeng, using her mental perception, sensed the situation within the Howling Moon Wolf clan and asked Tang San this question.
"It's quite simple: it's the vibrations, the resonance between bloodlines. I call it 'Bloodline Resonance,'" Tang San explained, introducing a new term to Mengmeng and Nian Nian.
"Qi is a rather violent energy, but it aligns more closely with the physical blood essence, allowing for a deeper resonance between oneself and the bloodlines of their kin."
"This resonance can be likened to the domino effect I once explained to you concerning the Elves. As Peter, this werewolf, breaks through to god-level, his blood essence, qi, and spirit resonate, truly touching upon the bloodline factors within every cell. This resonance stimulates similar bloodlines, prompting them to grow together."
"Of course, this phenomenon only occurs in the Eternity Domain, where the heavenly energy is exceptionally dense. In other planes with scarce heavenly energy, activating bloodline factors is not beneficial and can easily deplete one's essence."
"Furthermore, only those who cultivate spirit, qi, and blood essence simultaneously and grasp the essence of vibrations can invoke bloodline resonance during their breakthrough to god-level. Otherwise, they will only achieve god-level on their own."
At this point, Tang San couldn't help but recall something he had seen in his previous life—the concept from "Battle Through the Heavens," where individuals breaking through to Emperor level could elevate the cultivation of those with the same bloodline.
The resonance phenomenon of the werewolf's bloodline likely paralleled the destructive force in some way...
Meanwhile, the newly ascended werewolf stood in the air, exuding his formidable aura and directing it toward the central mountains of Holy Dragon Island, challenging the Holy Dragon:
"Holy Dragon, I, Peter Jack Trass Griffin, challenge you!"
"I will defeat you!"
"And I will tell you—"
"Living in the Eternity Domain, we no longer require your protection. We have grown strong enough to face everything that comes our way!"
Before the crowd could fully comprehend the meaning behind the werewolf's words, the Holy Dragon descended from the sky, hovering above him and looking down with a solemn expression. "Then come! Let me see what gives you the right to shed your identity as a believer and step into independence!"
"I won't disappoint you!"
The werewolf closed his eyes, not a trace of aura leaking from him. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Humming—
No one, including the Holy Dragon, could catch the werewolf's movement. The spectators could only perceive the werewolf suddenly appearing behind the Holy Dragon, while the back half of the dragon's body plummeted from the sky, crashing down into an open area of Beast King City.
This strike was the same as the one he had used to defeat the three Holy Dragon warriors, but now that he had broken through to god-level, his power was condensed to its extreme. There were no flashy fluctuations; all his energy was channeled within him, unleashed in an instant, undetectable even to the divine consciousness of the Holy Dragon.
The Holy Dragon's aura immediately weakened, forcing it to land and retrieve the fallen part of its body.
It had never imagined that it would be unable to withstand even a single attack.
What had this guy learned from Tang San? They had observed every moment of the teaching process, alongside the Eternal Lord and others, without missing a beat. Why had the werewolf become so powerful?
"What's the name of this move?" The Holy Dragon, after reattaching its lower body, fixed its gaze on the werewolf for a long moment before speaking. "I didn't even have a chance to retaliate. You must have suppressed that peculiar vibration power; otherwise, my entire body would have shattered. If you had aimed for my head, my soul would have disintegrated, leaving no chance for even a fragment of divine consciousness to survive."
"A name for the technique?" The werewolf rubbed his chin in a manner reminiscent of his master, speaking with a hint of playfulness, "I haven't thought of one yet. How about 'Resonating Moon'?"
Just as the Holy Dragon was about to respond, the werewolf continued, "No, that's too straightforward. How about calling it 'Divine Evasion'? What do you think?"
Divine Evasion?
As the Holy Dragon pondered the meaning behind the name, the werewolf explained, "Divine Evasion—an attack even a god like you cannot dodge. Next time you encounter it, you'll need to find a way to avoid it in advance."
At that moment, the Holy Dragon's eyes blazed with fury as it shouted, "You brat! How dare you mock me! Even if I cannot defeat you, I will take a piece of flesh from you!"
With that, the Holy Dragon charged forward once more. The werewolf, too, put forth his all, and the battle erupted into an intense clash of wolf howls and dragon roars...
(End of chapter)