Chapter 124: Limit Douluo, thunder saint dragon
The oppressive aura of a Level 92 Titled Douluo that Yu Linyuan previously possessed had completely vanished. In its place was a vast, mountain-like, and sea-deep presence, as if he had merged with the surrounding world. A faint, almost imperceptible trace of divine majesty even emanated from him.
He slowly opened his eyes. A brilliant light shot from his pupils like two solid bolts of lightning streaking across the quiet chamber, generating sparks in the empty air!
He subconsciously clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying power surging within him—a force that seemed capable of shattering mountains with a single punch—and that barrier which was once unattainably distant but now clearly perceptible... the limit of the mortal realm.
level 99! Limit Douluo!
In just a short moment, he had ascended from an ordinary Titled Douluo to the pinnacle realm that countless Soul Masters could never reach in their entire lives—the strongest existence beneath the gods!
An immense sense of unreality intertwined with ecstasy assaulted Yu Linyuan's mind, leaving him momentarily dazed. He raised his hands, looking at his palms that seemed to contain infinite power, almost unable to believe it was real.
"This... is this the power of level 99?" he murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
Although the cost was the loss of any hope of becoming a god... a Level 99 Limit Douluo! This meant that starting from him, Yu Linyuan, every future generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that inherited the position of High Priest would have at least one Limit Douluo standing guard!
As long as the family's faith did not wane and the position of High Priest remained unbroken, the clan could continuously give birth to powerhouses of the Limit Douluo level. This was enough to ensure the family would remain standing among the Continent's top powers for endless ages to come, eternally prosperous!
Compared to this, the personal path to godhood seemed... truly less important.
Yu Linyuan took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his surging blood and tumultuous emotions. When he looked at Lei Chen again, his gaze was filled with boundless gratitude and utter submission. He prostrated himself deeply, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, and swore in the most devout tone:
"Yu Linyuan thanks the Plane Master for this grace! Henceforth, my life is yours to command! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan pledges eternal loyalty to you, vowing to spread the faith of the Thunder God even at the cost of ten thousand deaths!"
Lei Chen gave a slight nod. Looking at the Yu Linyuan before him, whose aura had undergone a qualitative transformation, he knew the cornerstone for the Thunder God's faith in the mortal world had been preliminarily laid. Then he continued:
"The elevation of your cultivation is merely the foundation. As the Thunder God's representative in the mortal world, wielding the authority of faith, how could you stop here? Your Martial Soul must also be worthy of this duty and glory."
Upon hearing this, Yu Linyuan's mind was shaken once more. Ascending to the peak of cultivation in one step was already a heaven-defying opportunity. Could it be... even his Martial Soul...
Before he could ponder further, Lei Chen continued calmly, "Focus your spirit inward. Sense the origin of your Martial Soul."
Not daring to delay, Yu Linyuan immediately complied, sinking his consciousness into his body to feel the power of his Martial Soul.
At first, the sensation of his Martial Soul was not much different from before—still the familiar and powerful fluctuations of lightning. However, the moment his spiritual sense touched the Martial Soul's core—
"ROAR—!!!"
A draconic roar, as if from the ancient primordial times, vast and majestic, suddenly erupted from the depths of his soul!
This roar was more resonant and sacred than any he had ever unleashed when activating his Martial Soul, filled with an indescribable aura of antiquity and nobility.
Uncontrollable, dazzling arcs of electricity erupted from Yu Linyuan's body. They were no longer the original pale blue but had transformed into a deeper, more dazzling violet-gold!
A massive draconic phantom soared into the sky from behind him. It was no longer the slightly ferocious, power-packed form of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Instead, it had become more slender, elegant, yet imbued with supreme majesty.
The dragon's head was more imposing, its horns branching more like a perfect crown, carved as if from violet-gold divine jade.
The blue scales that once covered its entire body had now all transformed into crystalline, translucent violet-gold. Each scale naturally bore profound and mysterious thunder runes, flowing with the essence of destruction and rebirth.
The dragon's claws grew sharper, entwined with tangible violet-gold lightning serpents.
Most striking of all, a pair of massive wings of light, formed entirely from pure thunder energy, had sprouted from its back. Unfurled, they blotted out the sky. With each gentle beat, they stirred the thunder elements throughout the heavens into joyous excitement!
The aura emanating from this dragon phantom was no longer merely the oppressive might of a beast king. It was a sacred presence that transcended the mortal realm, wielding the authority over thunder. Its quality and status had undergone a fundamental, earth-shaking transformation!
"This... this is..."
Yu Linyuan gazed at the sacred and majestic dragon phantom behind him, feeling an unprecedented sense of kinship and resonance from the depths of his bloodline. He was so overwhelmed he could barely speak.
He could clearly feel that his Martial Soul had been reborn. A sense of joy and power originating from his Life Origin filled his entire being.
"thunder saint dragon," Lei Chen said, observing the soaring dragon phantom. "From now on, your Martial Soul has transcended the category of ordinary dragons, stepping into the ranks of top-tier super Martial Souls. In terms of quality and potential, it is comparable to the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul passed down by the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago."
"thunder saint dragon... comparable to the Seraphim..." Yu Linyuan repeated these words softly, immense happiness washing over him.
The bloodline evolution pursued by generations of ancestors in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had actually been achieved by him in this manner. This meant that from now on, the clan's core inherited Martial Soul would enter an unprecedented level of glory!
"I thank the Plane Master for this grace! This kindness, this virtue, Yu Linyuan and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will never forget it for all eternity!" He prostrated himself deeply once more, his voice choked with sincere emotion.
Lei Chen accepted this gesture of respect, then said, "Our business here is not yet finished. Follow me."
Before the words had fully faded, without any visible movement from Lei Chen, Yu Linyuan felt the scene before him blur and shift. The next moment, he had moved from the quiet cultivation chamber to a grand, spacious, and solemn hall adorned with dragon carvings.
This was none other than the core main hall of the Heavenly Dragon Gate.
There were originally some disciples on duty inside the hall. Seeing two figures suddenly appear, they were first startled. Upon recognizing the Gate Master and a figure whose form was shrouded in flowing seven-colored divine light—whose face was unclear yet inspired infinite awe—they were left dumbfounded and unsure what to do.
Yu Linyuan snapped back to reality immediately. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he said sternly to the duty disciples, "The Plane Master has arrived. Why are you still standing there? Leave at once! Without my order, no one is to approach this hall!"
Hearing this, the disciples were even more astonished. They hurriedly bowed respectfully, then scrambled out of the hall, tightly closing the doors behind them.
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