Douluo Dalu: Three-Headed Dragon King

Years of accumulated internal injuries, coupled with the recent loss of both legs, had left Tang Hao's senses dulled and his clarity clouded. Upon seeing the stunning blue-haired woman who so closely resembled Ah Yin, rather than feeling joy at the supposed resurrection of his wife, his expression twisted in panic, as if he were facing some unspeakable horror.

But as a veteran of the soul master world, the panic in Tang Hao's eyes was quickly replaced with joy. He hastily propped himself up with the Clear Sky Hammer and bounded forward, landing in front of the blue-haired woman.

He didn't waste a word—he threw himself at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and breaking into sobs.

Tang Hao had spent months struggling through the Star Dou Great Forest. His body reeked of blood and rot, his matted hair and grimy clothes repulsive to any normal person. But the blue-haired, blue-robed woman gently embraced him without a trace of disgust, even though he was staining her freshly changed clothes. Her serene smile seemed to wash away all the sorrow in the world.

Sensing the warmth from her, Tang Hao's arms tightened, as if he wanted to merge her into his being.

Though Tang Hao had lost his legs and much of his strength, the power in his arms—as the former Clear Sky Douluo—was still nothing to scoff at. Feeling the growing pressure around her waist, Tang San winced in pain and furrowed her brows.

"Dad… your grip is too strong, it hurts a little…"

"…Xiao San?"

Tang Hao's dazed eyes suddenly cleared. Though Tang San's voice had changed—now soft, wise, and melodious—he instantly recognized it. This wasn't Ah Yin. His wife's voice had never carried that subtle flirtatious charm. A jolt shot through his heart as he remembered his average-looking, androgynous son, and a wave of revulsion followed.

As an experienced man, Tang Hao immediately realized that his son had awakened the Blue Silver Empress's bloodline.

"Xiao San, didn't you say you'd wait for me by the waterfall? Why did you come here?"

"Sigh… Xiao San, I meant to go hunt for food so I could cook something for you when you returned. But with my old wounds, and after Yu Tianming cut off my legs and stripped me of my soul bones, I…"

Tang San had survived childhood only thanks to Old Jack's charity. From age two, she had cooked, cleaned, and worked like an adult. If not for her previous life's experience, she'd have died countless times. Emotionally starved across two lifetimes, Tang San had developed a twisted attachment to the concept of "father." As long as someone was acknowledged as her father, she would fully submit.

The moment she heard Tang Hao's pitiful words of fatherly love, Tang San was overwhelmed with emotion and fell to her knees, ignoring the new clothes she wore. With teary eyes locked on Tang Hao, she said, "Father, your health matters most. As your child, I'll take care of you no matter what."

"Xiao San, it's enough that you care…" Tang Hao's heart stirred as he looked at her completely changed appearance. He asked gently, "Did you receive Ah Yin's legacy? Has your martial soul changed?"

Tang San nodded, face glowing with joy. "My Blue Silver Grass has evolved into the Blue Silver King. It's not quite at Mother's level, but it's already the strongest bloodline among Blue Silver Grass."

"Then I can rest easy. When I first saw you, I thought I'd seen your mother. I feel so guilty for failing to protect you… But seeing how strong you've become eases my heart."

"Do I… look like Mother now?"

Tang San touched her cheek, her expression shifting slightly. She knew her appearance had changed, but she hadn't really examined herself after absorbing the soul ring and soul bone from the Blue Silver King.

With a graceful hand like jade scallions, she drew a small mirror from her waist.

As she gazed into the mirror, running her fingers over her porcelain-like face, her voice trembled. "I… I really look like this now? How is this even possible?"

"Xiao San, martial souls influence the body. With the evolution of your Blue Silver Grass and your mother's bloodline awakening, your appearance naturally changed. Aren't you happy?" Tang Hao's voice was raspy but carried paternal warmth.

"But… but I'm a man. How am I supposed to show my face like this?"

"Xiao San, in Douluo Continent, strength is everything. Look at Chrysanthemum Douluo—no one questions his feminine looks. Now that you possess unmatched beauty and a fully awakened Blue Silver King martial soul, ordinary soul masters will envy you."

Tang Hao's words seemed to soothe her heart. Tang San exhaled deeply and gave a charming smile. "You're right. Having a perfect appearance isn't a bad thing."

"Father, let me show you my newly evolved Blue Silver Grass." She stepped back and activated her spirit rings. A crystal-clear stalk of Blue Silver Grass emerged from her palm. "And this—my sixth spirit ability: Blue Silver Tyrant Spear!"

With a flash of the sixth ring, the Blue Silver Grass in her hand spun rapidly, condensing into a gleaming crystal spear.

Unlike the original version, this spear was formed from her mutated Blue Silver King and bore a transparent violet hue. The usual thorns had transformed into rounded crystal protrusions on the handle—adding both grip and an ethereal beauty. Its exquisite, almost dreamy form rivaled even high-grade tool martial souls.

Clap clap clap—Tang Hao let go of his Clear Sky Hammer and applauded with pride.

"My good child… I never imagined that before the age of sixteen, you'd reach the rank of Soul Emperor. They say a tiger father has no dog son. I was the youngest Titled Douluo in history, but even I wasn't as talented as you. Xiao San, at this rate, you'll become the strongest soul master on the continent."

Gone was the disdain in Tang Hao's eyes. He now looked at Tang San with pride and contentment.

Perhaps overwhelmed by this sudden bloom of fatherly affection, Tang Hao seemed to forget about Tang San's earlier murderous intent and cold-blooded behavior toward Old Jack. His plans to disappear quietly vanished like smoke.

Especially when he looked at Tang San's now breathtaking appearance—his heart softened entirely. Without hesitation, he declared, "Xiao San, now that you've inherited your mother's martial soul, I'll teach you the true secret technique of our Clear Sky Clan. Do you want to learn it?"

"I do!" Tang San replied without hesitation. She had never been able to resist the allure of powerful techniques.

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Time passed unnoticed during cultivation; the sun and moon cared not for mortals.

Two years later, in the lakeside villa behind the Blue Tyrant Clan, Yu Tianming had nearly completed the evolution of his inner world. After several iterations, the Dragon God Domain had finally stabilized.

Now spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, its oceans dominated the landscape. At its edge stood towering cliffs—resembling the "Antarctic Wall" of the flat-earth theory—encasing the sea like a massive boundary. In the center stood a sky-piercing mountain. Four barren continents stretched in cardinal directions, devoid of plants or beasts, home only to stone, sand, and flowing streams.

Deep underground, eighteen interconnected subterranean levels formed a shadowy underworld. Above the sky, layers of divine clouds supported a nine-tiered heavenly platform, shrouded in mist like a celestial realm.

Yu Tianming opened his eyes, the dust on his body instantly dissipating.

On Douluo Continent, levels above 100 were ranked as follows:

100–110: Priest

110–120: Third-Rank God

120–130: Second-Rank God

130–140: First-Rank God

140–150: God-King

Having just passed twenty years old, Yu Tianming had already reached level 135, a true First-Rank God—on par with the so-called Tang God King, who reached godhood in his twenties.

Although Yu Tianming lacked combat experience at the divine level, he possessed countless authorities, extreme attributes, and peak-level potential. He was no weaker than any god.

He had a hunch: though his inner world was still small, its potential was vast. Even without further cultivation, the Dragon God Domain would continue to elevate him—perhaps even to the level of a God-King, or like the original Dragon God, surpass the 150 barrier and become a Creator God.

"Ah Zhu, notify Grandpa. Have the clan take care of these soul bones," Yu Tianming said, looking at the maid who had just entered.

Ah Zhu's eyes widened. These soul bones, harvested from true dragons, retained power equal to fifty-thousand-year soul beasts. Though worn by time, handing them to the clan en masse was a staggering act of generosity.

She didn't question it, merely nodded and replied gently, "Shall I notify Yan Yan and Rong Rong that you've come out of seclusion?"

"As quickly as you can."

Yu Tianming turned to the spirit herbs planted in pots across the room.

These plants, nurtured for countless years in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, were highly adaptable. Even stored for years in pitch-black treasure pouches, they had thrived. Now, growing in pots, they showed no signs of withering.

With a wave of his hand, Yu Tianming transferred all the potted immortal herbs into the Dragon God Domain, bringing life to the barren continents. At his command, clouds rolled in, winds howled, and a torrential downpour began across the realm.

His gaze wandered the room, until it settled on a crimson torso bone that flew into his hand.

Though once part of a powerful dragon, it was heavily damaged, riddled with dark spots that emitted chaotic energy.

Yu Tianming toyed with it and muttered, "So dragons really are lustful and greedy… This soul bone didn't inherit any great abilities, but it sure passed on all the vices."

Soon after, Ah Zhu and Ah Zhi returned with Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong.

Dugu Yan had absorbed the Water Fairy Jade Bone and Ink Jade Divine Bamboo, her skin radiant as jade, black hair and eyes giving her an aloof beauty, enhanced by the sharpness honed in the Slaughter City. Just standing there, she was a sight to behold. Ning Rongrong, though petite and younger, exuded sweetness and charm, her aura filled with the fragrance of the Qiluo Tulip and Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid.

The moment they saw Yu Tianming, Ning Rongrong's face lit up. She rushed forward and leapt into his arms, her slender legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Dugu Yan merely smiled, arms crossed as she watched silently.

Yu Tianming patted Ning Rongrong's head and smiled. "Over the past two years, my strength has skyrocketed. I can now raise the age of your spirit rings."

Dugu Yan raised an eyebrow. "You mean like the Sea God's blessing on Seagod Island, directly increasing ring years?"

Yu Tianming nodded. "Before, even as a god, I was only around level 90—far from wielding divine authority. But now it's different. I can enhance your rings and soul bones like stacking blocks."

"Big Brother Tianming, that means you're basically invincible now, right? Unless another god descends, no one can stop you! You can do anything you want!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed.

She had always known Yu Tianming was strong, but this was the first time she grasped how powerful he truly was. Beating Tang Hao and making fierce beasts offer themselves was one thing—but raising spirit ring ages at will? That was godly.

Yu Tianming smirked. "To be precise… I am now divinity among mortals. Even if gods descend… most of them wouldn't be my match."

"Eh?" ×4

Not just Ning Rongrong, but even Dugu Yan and the twin maids, who had all seen divine power firsthand, were stunned into silence.

And Yu Tianming wasn't bluffing. On the Douluo Continent, rising in rank past level 90 was a monumental feat. Above level 100, each advancement was painfully slow. The vast majority of gods were stuck below 130. Reaching First-Rank God status? Fewer than one in a thousand.

(End of Chapter)

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