Douluo Continent: You become gods, I become immortals

Chapter 29 The White Dragon with Fortune!

Chapter 29 The White Dragon with Fortune!

At dusk, in the sunset forest, a streak of light, like lightning, pierced the darkness of the woods.

Wherever it passed, centuries-old and millennia-old spirit beasts retreated in all directions—a fiery cloud leopard, its entire body crimson, leaped onto a high branch, its golden vertical pupils reflecting the lightning bolt; a land dragon lizard, clad in rock armor, hurriedly burrowed into its cave, leaving only half of its tail trembling outside.

The lightning stopped at the edge of a lake.

A pale purple mist floated on the water's surface, and as the streak of light ceased, the mist began to churn restlessly.

The light faded, revealing Zhang Qingxuan within.

Zhang Qingxuan was scratching his head, looking around, and muttering, "I've been looking all day, how come I still haven't found it!"

Zhang Qingxuan took a deep breath, and the Yin-Yang Diagram and the Green Leaf Sword appeared out of thin air.

"Hey, can you two sense it?" Zhang Qingxuan asked the two martial souls, his tone filled with anticipation.

The Yin-Yang diagram slowly rotated, while the Green Leaf Sword remained silently suspended—completely still.

Zhang Qingxuan said helplessly, "Please! Give it your all! That place is a natural blessed land! The immortal herbs there are incredibly powerful! Eating them might just allow you to advance to the next level!"

Despite all that talking, the Yin-Yang diagram continued to rotate at a constant speed, and the Green Leaf Sword didn't even tremble.

"You two are really something." Zhang Qingxuan sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead.

In that moment of frustration—

The center of the lake exploded.

It wasn't the kind of explosion where water splashes everywhere, but rather the entire lake seemed to be overturned from the bottom by an invisible giant hand.

A white shadow burst out of the water, not creating waves, but rather a waterspout that shot skyward!

It was a white dragon.

It was over ten zhang long, its entire body covered in scales as white as snow and as white as jade, shimmering with a cold, chilling light in the last rays of daylight.

The dragon's head resembles a dragon but is not a dragon; it has two dragon horns on its forehead, with tiny blue electric sparks dancing at their tips.

Its eyes were dark gold, and its vertical pupils were now slits, staring intently at the uninvited guest on the lakeside.

"roar--!"

The dragon's roar was like thunder, shaking the lake surface and causing ripples to spread across its surface, while the ancient trees on the shore rustled and shed their leaves.

"Roar—!" (Get out of my territory!)

"Wow, I never expected there to be a white dragon with intelligence in this lake!" Zhang Qingxuan's eyes lit up, and his dejection vanished.

Before the words were even finished, the white dragon had already extended its claws.

The claw was as big as a millstone, covered with fine white scales, and its sharp claws gleamed. It slammed down directly at Zhang Qingxuan's head!

Before the claws even arrived, the strong wind had already caused the ground beneath Zhang Qingxuan's feet to cave in, and fallen leaves were blown away in a radial pattern.

"Heh, looks like your brain isn't fully developed yet, you can't even see the disparity in strength." Zhang Qingxuan laughed.

He didn't even move an inch.

Just as the dragon's claw was about to touch the tip of his hair, a layer of pale golden light appeared out of thin air, as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it steadily blocked the blow that was powerful enough to shatter mountain rocks!

"Buzz—!"

The golden canopy rippled, like a stone falling into still water, but that was all.

The white dragon's pupils contracted, clearly not expecting this scene.

Zhang Qingxuan narrowed his eyes at that moment.

He noticed something strange: the white dragon's aura was extremely faint. You know, which wild soul beast could occupy a large lake deep in the Sunset Forest without fighting its way to the top?

A malevolent aura and a bloodlust should be ever-present, but this white dragon was not. It was even entwined with a faint trace of luck.

A pale golden, almost imperceptible aura swirled around the dragon's body like wisps of smoke.

"Interesting," Zhang Qingxuan murmured. "Not many killings, yet it possesses the destiny to transform into a dragon—if this white dragon receives proper guidance, it will surely be able to transform into a dragon in the future."

Upon this thought, a thought struck him.

The dragon's tail swept across like a steel whip, and Zhang Qingxuan slowly took three steps back. The tail grazed the golden shield and destroyed the trees behind him.

"Hey! Little white snake, want to come with me? I guarantee you a bright future!" Zhang Qingxuan called out with a smile, his voice clearly piercing through the golden shield.

"Roar—!" (Get lost, I am a dragon!)

The white dragon clearly understood, and its dark golden vertical pupils burned with even greater rage.

It suddenly raised its head to the sky, its bloody mouth wide open, and lightning began to gather in its throat—not lightning simulated by soul power, but real lightning that stirred the power of heaven and earth!

Dark clouds had gathered over the lake.

The dark, inky clouds pressed down low, with lightning flashing wildly within them and thunder rumbling like the heartbeat of a giant beast.

Streaks of lightning cleaved down from the clouds, but strangely all of them converged on the white dragon, coiling around its body, and were then absorbed into the ever-brightening ball of lightning in its throat.

The ball of lightning grew from the size of a fist to the size of a millstone, its blinding blue-white electric light illuminating the dim lakeside as if it were daytime, while the crackling sound of electricity sent chills down one's spine.

"Wow, it can summon wind and rain!" Zhang Qingxuan exclaimed, more delighted than surprised, "It's just like the dragons from our place!"

He paid no attention to the lightning ball that was accumulating terrifying power. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, observing the white dragon's posture as it drew in the lightning with great interest.

Boom—!

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck down from the dark clouds, hitting the white dragon precisely on the back.

The white dragon shuddered, but instead of being injured, its aura surged even more. The thunderball in its mouth expanded, and the electric sparks on its surface turned from blue to incandescent white!

"Wow, this dragon is destined to be with me!" Zhang Qingxuan clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes shining brightly.

He examined the white dragon from head to tail again, carefully and meticulously, growing more and more satisfied with each look: its scales were intact and glossy, its single horn was straight and without cracks, its claws and teeth were sharp, its eyes were lively and angry yet did not reveal any ferocity, and what was even more remarkable was the faint aura of fortune emanating from it—

"roar--!"

The white dragon was completely enraged, and the last trace of reason in its dark golden vertical pupils was overwhelmed by the lightning.

It suddenly lowered its head, opened its huge mouth wide, and the blazing white lightning ball that had accumulated a sky full of thunderclouds transformed into a torrent of lightning with a diameter of about ten feet, roaring and gushing out!

Wherever it passed, the air was ionized and emitted a burnt smell, the lake surface was illuminated in a ghastly white light, and the vegetation on the shore was carbonized and disintegrated before the lightning even touched it!

Boom! ...

The lightning bolt struck the golden light shield squarely.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still for a split second.

Immediately afterwards—

The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, exploded in a spherical shape! Ancient trees within thirty feet of the lakeside snapped and flew backward, soil was ripped up several feet, a huge depression was pressed into the lake surface, and waves surged into the sky before turning into torrential rain.

Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring everything.

The white dragon panted heavily, staring intently at the center of the smoke and dust—where a single golden light still shone steadily, unwavering and undimmed.

"Come on, keep going!" Zhang Qingxuan's clear voice echoed through the smoke and dust, even tinged with amusement. "Your lightning isn't up to par! Keep going! I haven't been struck by lightning since I came to this world! Let me see where your limits are. Keep striking, don't back down!"

The smoke and dust were dispersed by the soul power, revealing a scene inside: a neat blue robe, not even a strand of hair was messed up.

The pale golden light shield remained as thin as a cicada's wing, easily neutralizing the attack from before.

"Roar—!" (I refuse to believe this! Your soul power is limitless!)

The white dragon roared to the sky, its voice shaking the surrounding wilderness.

It frantically drew out the remaining lightning in the dark clouds, striking down one after another, no longer coalescing into balls, but pouring down like a torrential rain!

Boom! Boom! Boom—!

Lightning flashed one after another, tearing the night sky into pieces.

The lakeside was now scorched earth, the lake surface was boiling, and the water vapor that rose into a thick fog was torn apart by lightning. The nearby spirit beasts had long since vanished without a trace, and even the chirping of insects had disappeared.

The white dragon itself didn't even know how many bolts of lightning it had unleashed.