Douluo Continent: Son of the God King, Chaotic Time and Space

They appeared directly on the desolate land, surrounded by a desolate atmosphere.

"I heard the mournful cry of a dragon." Qiu'er raised her hand towards the distance, her hand trembling with emotion.

Ji Siyuan followed her gaze and saw countless dragon carcasses lying exposed in the wilderness.

That sadness quickly filled both of their senses.

Looking around, one could see that at least a thousand real dragons had perished here.

There is no grave or tombstone.

No one knows why they ended up here; perhaps only the Silver Dragon King knows.

The two of them moved quickly and soon arrived in front of the skeleton.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the desolation. The corpses of dragons stand tall, some tens of meters high, some hundreds of meters high, and they even carry traces of energy fluctuations.

Ji Siyuan sighed. It was completely unexpected that the mighty dragon race had fallen to such a state.

He bowed slightly as a sign of respect and did not advance any further, because the dragon corpses here were very hostile to him.

That rejection wasn't a confrontation with ordinary people, but rather a form of resentment towards mortal enemies.

Qiu'er was not greatly affected because of her golden dragon bloodline.

"Siyuan?"

"It's alright. Although I don't know what happened, I think it must be related to the God Realm. My identity allows me to enjoy certain things, so naturally I will be affected as well." Ji Siyuan wouldn't do anything just because the Dragon Clan rejected him; he simply stood there quietly watching Qiu'er.

That hostility prevented him from moving forward, otherwise Qiu'er would also be affected.

Qiu'er smiled at him: "Then Siyuan, I'll go in now. You wait for me here."

"it is good."

He smiled as he watched Qiu'er enter the place littered with the corpses of dragons.

Once Qiu'er was out of sight, he looked at the empty space beside him: "Silver Dragon King, now that it's just us, you should show yourself."

A girl with long, silver-white hair stood beside him, her aura solid yet unable to conceal her weakness: "This is the cemetery of the dragons. What are your thoughts?"

"Feelings? Pitiful, tragic. Looking back, it must have been a chaotic story." Ji Siyuan didn't speculate, but waited for the Silver Dragon King's explanation.

Even though he was severely injured, the Silver Dragon King still chose to descend in person when he came here.

Which version would you like to hear?

"what?"

Let me explain it to you.

The story of the dragon race's internal strife and the dragon god's oath to suppress the beast race and prevent them from becoming gods is one version; the story of the dragon race's minor internal strife and the divine realm's rule against becoming gods is another version.

The girl's expression was filled with sorrow: "No matter which version it is, one thing remains unchanged: the orcs cannot become gods."

"No, there's one thing that remains unchanged: the Dragon God is truly powerful. And that's also due to his decision."

Ji Siyuan remained unfazed by the Silver Dragon King's gaze: "I know what you're thinking, but the Golden Dragon King isn't something I can simply hand over to you. But I can tell you one thing: I also don't like the outcome of the beast race not being able to become gods."

Both Qiu'er's experiences and Lieyan's life are related to this outcome.

"I will become the Supreme God-King. If it is the oath of the Dragon God, I will sever it; if it is the rule of the God Realm, I will change it."

"A bold and ambitious statement."

"This is the future."

"If I recover from my severe injuries, perhaps I will stay by your side and wait for you to complete all of this?"

"Qiu'er is the same as me."

Ji Siyuan felt alarm bells ringing in his mind. He still felt that this silver dragon should obediently go and heal its wounds, rather than acting as a supervisor to control him.

The silver-haired girl tossed her long hair: "I thought that transforming into this would pique your interest."

"My lord?" From a distance, Qiu'er saw the silver-haired girl and Ji Siyuan standing side by side, seemingly chatting happily. The aura they shared made Qiu'er recognize the silver-haired girl's identity.

She flew over hastily: "My lord, what brings you here?"

"Are you afraid I'll steal your boyfriend away?"

"No, it's just that with you around, there's not enough time to spare." Qiu'er was very confident in Ji Siyuan's charm. Although they both knew it was just a joke, and that the Silver Dragon King should stay obediently in the Star Dou Great Forest instead of going out and causing trouble.

Ji Siyuan immediately realized this topic couldn't be continued: "I think your focus should be on the Dragon Tomb, shouldn't it?"

Di Qiu'er: "My lord, please take Siyuan back. I want to stay here." She looked at the skeletons: "I want to do something for these dragons."

She cannot be considered a dragon; she merely carries the blood of a golden dragon.

Qiu'er took out the Golden Dragon Spear: "This is a legacy from the dragon race, a relic of the dragons. I want to do something for them. I want to bury all these dragons, to give them a peaceful rest!"

Ji Siyuan sighed, "I'll go with you."

"No! Absolutely not! You have other things to do and can't stay here. Dong'er and the others need you. I'll stay here by myself!" Qiu'er naturally hoped that Ji Siyuan could stay with her, but she wouldn't do that. Ji Siyuan had a lot to do and couldn't stay here.

Their eyes met, each filled with pity.

Qiu'er threw herself into his arms: "I won't be able to be with you for a while." She held his hand tightly: "So this is the last time for a while."

The two fell to the ground, their vision obscured by the overflowing flames.

The Silver Dragon King beside him: ? ? ?

The flames couldn't block her gaze, so she could only turn around and wait for the two of them to finish.

As the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, Qiu'er took Ji Siyuan's hand and said, "My lord, I entrust Siyuan to you to take back."

"Heh, no need to increase the intensity."

The spatial tunnel opened, and Qiu'er watched the two leave: "Siyuan, I will return to your side as soon as possible."

Turning around, she looked at the thousands of true dragon corpses, the colossal creatures she was to bury.

Back in the Star Dou Great Forest, Ji Siyuan was thrown into the Lake of Life by the Silver Dragon King.

"My injuries haven't healed yet. I helped you tear open the spatial tunnel, so I won't be able to move around for a while."

"Then you should take your time to heal."

Ji Siyuan looked somewhat dejected; he wouldn't be able to see Qiu'er for a while.

"Wait!" The Silver Dragon King stopped him in his tracks and tossed him a soul bone.

"It's not the Fire Dragon King's, it's the soul bone of another fire-attribute true dragon." The Silver Dragon King closed his eyes, recalling the mournful cries in the dragon tomb: "Although it was Qiu'er's own decision, it was still helping me and the dragon race. Whether she can get what she wants, I don't know, but I will naturally give her the reward she deserves."

Qiu'er was in the Dragon Tomb, so the reward fell on him.

"Giving it to you is the same as giving it to her."

The Silver Dragon King disappeared and resumed healing.

Ji Siyuan landed in the Lake of Life and began refining the True Dragon Soul Bone.

In the Dragon Clan Cemetery, Qiu'er used the Golden Dragon Spear to dig burial sites for the dragons.

For a titled Douluo like her, it wouldn't take too long.

What truly needed time was the influence of the phantom of the nine-colored dragon at the center of the Dragon Tomb on her.

The power contained within was recovered by the Silver Dragon King, the power he sought in his search for the Dragon Tomb.

What Qiu'er received was an opportunity, an opportunity to become a god with the approval of the Dragon God.