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Join the ServerThe [White Dragon Dharma Idol] provided no direct textual descriptions to instruct Xi Yu on how to cultivate.
In essence, it was simply an illustration.
An illustration of a white dragon formed from countless points of light.
Initially, Xi Yu had assumed these points of light represented spiritual power, believing he merely needed to outline the white dragon’s form using his own spiritual energy.
This had proven exceedingly difficult for him.
He already possessed insufficient control over the white dragon’s power, so attempting to carve out individual points of light with his spiritual energy to form the dragon illustration was simply far too difficult.
Xi Yu had only been able to test the waters through trial and error.
Back when he used believer power to manifest his white dragon avatar, he had thought he could cut corners by directly condensing this dragon of light points within the avatar’s body.
Yet the moment the avatar manifested, he realized the difficulty had only magnified; carving out spiritual power separately within the avatar completely exceeded his current capabilities.
He couldn’t help but wonder if he had fundamentally misunderstood the cultivation method of the White Dragon Dharma Idol.
Could it be that it didn’t require spiritual power at all, and merely needed to be outlined using dragon power?
Yet in truth, whether it was dragon power or spiritual energy, the difficulty remained identical for him, as his current power was utterly incapable of such delicate, microscopic control.
Let alone the white dragon, even his human form could not manage it.
His combat strength had progressed too rapidly, leaving his mastery over his own power severely lacking.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt his approach might have strayed into a complete dead end.
Even if he could truly outline the white dragon illustration using spiritual power, would that genuinely allow him to forge the White Dragon Dharma Idol?
Only soul bodies and mutated physical forms possessed the capacity to absorb Mutation Particles.
Neither spiritual power nor his dragon power could accomplish this; otherwise, his white dragon avatar wouldn’t need to do anything at all, passively advancing its cultivation simply by existing.
Thus, he had likely misunderstood the art from the very beginning.
Or did he have to physically slice his own body or soul into pieces to cultivate the White Dragon Dharma Idol?
He quickly discarded that notion, finding it far too insane.
Unfortunately, the white dragon’s soul had never manifested again since then, leaving him to grope in the dark on his own.
It was only at this moment, high in the sky, as he felt the waves of cheers and jubilation erupting from millions of citizens across the Middle Continent, that Xi Yu finally realized the truth.
To cultivate the White Dragon Dharma Idol, one actually had to rely on external power.
Forging the White Dragon Dharma Idol solely through his personal strength was perhaps not entirely impossible, but at his current level, it was completely beyond his reach.
With this epiphany, he finally grasped the true meaning behind the countless points of light embedded within the White Dragon Dharma Idol.
Excited, Xi Yu swooped down from the sky, eager to put his realization to the test.
Yet hesitation quickly crept back in.
Forging the Dharma Idol using his own power was impossible, but borrowing the power of his believers might very well work.
As long as he substituted believers for those points of light, he could attempt to refine the White Dragon Dharma Idol, but this approach demanded vast hordes of believers.
And once the White Dragon Dharma Idol was forged, what would become of those believers?
He couldn’t possibly anchor them permanently in a single location forever, could he?
That was entirely unrealistic.
Even if he could manage it, just how many believers would he require?
He inspected the number of light points needed for the White Dragon Dharma Idol, discovering there were millions of them, far exceeding the total number of believers he currently possessed.
Did this mean he couldn’t cultivate the White Dragon Dharma Idol after all?
Xi Yu felt a growing headache; viewed this way, the White Dragon Dharma Idol seemed remarkably impractical.
Useful though it was, by the time he managed to cultivate it, he might have already ascended to a Food Sequence Lord, at which point whether he had the Dharma Idol wouldn’t matter in the slightest.
Still, despite the monumental difficulty, Xi Yu did not give up, resolving to attempt it nonetheless.
He desperately needed the White Dragon Dharma Idol right now; once mastered, the benefits would be boundless, allowing him to depart for the Dimensional Black Abyss without worrying about the Middle Continent.
Though he could not forge the complete White Dragon Dharma Idol, he could perhaps attempt a simplified version; if he succeeded, he would know how to proceed.
***
June 29, Year 27 of the Catastrophe Calendar.
For future generations of the Middle Continent, this day was an exceptionally sacred milestone.
On this day, the Middle Continent fully reclaimed every inch of its sovereign territory.
Although humanity’s current strength still couldn’t comprehensively occupy every single region, there was no longer a single corner of the Middle Continent that its people could not reach.
The war against ghosts and beasts would remain an enduring and stable fixture of their future, as the arrival of Mutation Particles ensured that monsters would continuously emerge.
Yet the people of the Middle Continent now believed they possessed sufficient strength to protect themselves and defend their homeland.
Moving forward, the greatest challenge facing the Middle Continent would be combating the shortage of food, as the growing number of powerful experts would inevitably consume vast quantities of resources.
Across the nation, the people were celebrating in wild joy.
Every corner was filled with laughter and jubilation.
Yet at this moment, the nationwide live broadcast paused, and Chu Luan gathered his composure before speaking into the lens once more:
“Today, I must also report to the citizens of the nation the military strength currently possessed by the Middle Continent.”
His voice held absolute gravity.
“Currently, the Middle Continent possesses one S-class.”
The moment his words fell, an uproar of gasps and cheers erupted across every corner of the Middle Continent.
Over the past month, as more and more glorious news trickled in, they had harbored their own speculations, and now they had finally received definitive confirmation.
Chu Luan’s voice was unaffected by the reactions of the millions watching the broadcast.
“Currently, the Middle Continent possesses nineteen A-classes and 503 B-classes.”
Over the past month, the Middle Continent had seen another dozen B-classes emerge, and with the formal integration of allied ghosts, the nation’s strength had surged dramatically.
Currently, all ghosts that had joined the Middle Continent, including two A-class ghosts, were temporarily residing at Star-Dream Farm.
Every word from Chu Luan shook the citizens watching the broadcast to their core; they had never imagined the Middle Continent held so many A-classes and B-classes.
The entire populace erupted.
Had they truly become this powerful?
It was utterly beyond belief.
Yet amidst their astonishment, they felt no dread, vaguely sensing that all of this was entirely natural.
“And all of this is because of the divine dragon.”
Sure enough, Chu Luan directly confirmed the answer they had long suspected.
“I hope that every citizen across the nation will remember this moment, and remember the divine dragon’s boundless contributions to our Middle Continent.”
“To the divine dragon, I wish to say: thank you.”
The moment Chu Luan’s voice faded, the citizens watching the broadcast began shouting at the top of their lungs in wild excitement.
“Thank you, Divine Dragon!”
“Thank you, Divine Dragon!”
“Thank you, Divine Dragon!”
A tidal wave of voices echoed across the lands of the Middle Continent.
[Fate Connection: +24,153]
[Fate Connection: +14,729]
In this moment, wave after wave of sincere gratitude soared into the heavens.
Xi Yu quickly discovered that his Fate Connection value was skyrocketing like a launching rocket.
This left Xi Yu immensely astonished; he hadn’t even shown himself across the Middle Continent, so how was the Fate Connection value surging like this?
Could it be that increasing the Fate Connection value didn’t require his physical presence?
No.
Xi Yu quickly dismissed that notion; had that been the case, his Fate Connection value would have surpassed this amount long ago.
Previously, his Fate Connection value in the Middle Continent had hovered around ten thousand; had physical contact not been required, that number would have multiplied dozens of times over, as he trusted the gratitude of the Middle Continent’s people deeply.
It didn’t seem to be solely due to Chu Luan either.
Could it be that because the entire Middle Continent was thanking him simultaneously, an extraordinary resonance had been born?
Though he couldn’t pinpoint the exact mechanics, watching the Fate Connection value surge uncontrollably caused a wave of apprehension to surface in his heart.
Taking a deep breath, Xi Yu soared into the sky.
His body expanded rapidly, only stopping once it reached the white dragon’s absolute limit.
The colossal white dragon hovered in the sky, closing his eyes.
Using every single believer as an anchor point, avatar after avatar of the white dragon materialized across the skies.
Simultaneously, a sky-blotting white dragon appeared over the capital as well.
Chu Luan was forced to halt his speech.
Subsequently, the white dragon’s earth-shattering voice echoed across every stretch of space.
Originally, Xi Yu had intended to disclose the hidden dangers of the believers after clearing out the world’s monsters, but seeing the number of believers climbing toward the million mark, he knew he couldn’t delay any longer.
Xi Yu did not speak of the believers immediately.
First, he explained the Food Sequence hierarchy of ghosts and beasts, followed by the existence of Food Sequence Lords.
Then, he described the Dimensional Black Abyss and divine wonders, and finally outlined the catastrophic crises the Middle Continent was destined to face in the future.
After allowing everyone time to digest this information, Xi Yu finally unveiled the secret of how to become a Food Sequence Lord: [Believers].
He revealed why he was able to rapidly elevate the strength of so many people.
He also explained how to avoid becoming a believer.
“Becoming my believer carries the risk of being devoured by me.”
“I cannot guarantee that I will completely suppress the urge to devour in the future, but I will do everything within my power to resist that impulse.”
“And to those believers who choose to trust me, I will do my utmost to protect you, and I will stand alongside you to guard the Middle Continent, stopping the Food Sequence Lords from invading the Kun Star world.”
In this moment, Xi Yu’s voice echoed far beyond the Middle Continent.
Within the Celestial Palace Realm, his voice manifested simultaneously in the minds of every believer.
The only difference was that Xi Yu did not mention the Food Sequence Lords to them.
The Celestial Palace Realm had not encountered those threats yet, so he merely laid out the hidden dangers of becoming his believer, while promising to shelter every believer to the best of his ability.
Once he finished speaking, Xi Yu checked his Fate Connection value, finding that the numbers had dropped sharply, yet the increase had not stopped entirely, merely slowing down considerably.
Xi Yu was mentally prepared for this.
Regarding his disclosure that [Believers] were the path to becoming a Food Sequence Lord, he had no regrets; letting everyone know was for the best.
This ability could not be acquired simply because one desired it; the [Faith Scriptures] recorded that believers manifested naturally only when one’s strength reached a supreme realm.
Either one possessed it, or one did not; it could not be seized through plunder.
This was why the Datan Heavenly Emperor of the Celestial Palace Realm had gained nothing even after obtaining the knowledge of believers, having been deceived by the Food Sequence Lord that invaded his world.
Xi Yu’s disclosure of the traits of the [Believer] ability would also prevent the people of the Middle Continent from being deceived by other entities using believer power.
Furthermore, if another entity or human in the Middle Continent ever reached the believer stage in the future, the people would be alert and cautious.
A warning, after all, provided some measure of protection.
Just as Xi Yu prepared to descend toward Star-Dream Farm, he froze.
[Fate Connection: +1,244,211]
[Fate Connection: +1,145,377]
Xi Yu stared blankly, thinking he had misread the numbers.
Within moments, his Fate Connection value had smashed past the ten-million mark, showing no sign of slowing down.
Xi Yu stared at the Fate Connection value, sinking into deep contemplation.
Could this counter bug out?
He was utterly bewildered.
While his head spun, the value surged by another five to six million in mere moments.
Xi Yu’s mind buzzed.
He was hesitant, yet deeply tempted.
He could now summon two more true believers.
Xi Yu found himself reluctant to descend from the sky.
He hadn’t done anything extra; why was the Fate Connection value surging so violently?
Sensing the rapidly multiplying believers across the Middle Continent, Xi Yu felt flustered for the very first time.
He even felt that right now might be the perfect moment to forge the White Dragon Dharma Idol.
Ultimately, Xi Yu could not resist the temptation.
With the Fate Connection value surging so immensely, he couldn’t bear to halt it.
He felt that this surge might allow his Fate Connection value to achieve perfection in one breath, perhaps granting him the power to contend against Food Sequence Lords.
At this thought, Xi Yu’s heart began to thump wildly.
He stopped hesitating, letting the white dragon linger in the sky a bit longer; since the Fate Connection value was increasing so rapidly, he couldn’t let it go to waste.
It was the perfect time to ponder how to condense the Dharma Idol.
***
While Xi Yu was deep in contemplation, the people of the Middle Continent were going completely wild.
Just moments ago, nearly every citizen had heard Xi Yu’s words.
The white dragon’s avatar hovered in the sky; anyone who looked up could see the dragon clearly.
Previously, most had only seen images of the dragon online, with very few having seen him in person.
What the people of the Middle Continent had regretted most was that during the dragon’s global patrol, only those living along his flight path had caught a glimpse of him.
To most, the white dragon remained a mythical existence; they knew he resided in the Middle Continent and lived at Star-Dream Farm, but seeing him was nearly impossible, as most lacked the means to travel there.
Now, their wishes had finally come true.
Though they didn’t realize the white dragon above was merely an avatar, to them, it made no difference.
As for the dragon’s speech, many had listened and digested portions of it, yet the attention of most was not focused on the distant possibility of being devoured by the dragon.
They noticed only one thing: becoming the white dragon’s believer granted immense strength.
Most of the Middle Continent’s five hundred B-classes had reached their rank because of the white dragon, and even a ghost had reached S-class—who could have imagined that?
If a ghost could reach S-class, surely they could advance too?
They didn’t dare dream of S-class, but couldn’t they aim for B-class?
Enough said—hurry up and become the white dragon’s believer!
As for the risk of being devoured by the white dragon?
Well, that was indeed a concern, but they wanted to reach B-class first and experience the thrill of flying across the sky.
The threat of being devoured was far off in the future; they wouldn’t worry about it for now!
‘The real question was: how did one become the white dragon’s believer?’
At this moment, countless people shared this thought.
Some didn’t care about the risk of being devoured, caring only about becoming true superhuman combatants.
Others analyzed the pros and cons rationally.
The white dragon could easily devour the entire world right now if he wanted to, with no one capable of stopping him, yet he hadn’t done so.
They trusted the white dragon’s promises, and if they were devoured in the distant future, they would accept their fate.
So for now, let them become believers first.
Another portion of people were pure worshippers of the white dragon, devout believers through and through.
What the white dragon said didn’t matter; what mattered was knowing how to become his true believers.
There were also those who had harbored cynical doubts about the white dragon, worrying he held ulterior motives.
Now the truth was revealed—the white dragon indeed had an underlying reason.
Yet even if the white dragon devoured them, it would be decades from now, and gaining decades of superhuman power in exchange seemed like an excellent deal.
There was nothing to debate: charge forward recklessly.
Their only worry was: ‘Could someone like me become the white dragon’s believer?’
Others sought power purely for revenge, holding deep, bone-carving hatred toward the ghosts and beasts that had slaughtered their families.
Over these years, countless people in the Middle Continent had perished, and their suffering was entirely caused by these monsters.
As long as they could become powerful enough to avenge their loved ones, they wouldn’t care even if they had to make a pact with a demon, let alone face a mere possibility of being devoured by the dragon.
‘Give me power first!’
Every citizen held their own thoughts, yet whether out of selfless devotion or utilitarian desire, their underlying trust in the white dragon remained firm, and their collective will was unanimous: become the white dragon’s believers.
As for how to become his believers, the white dragon had essentially already told them.
Across the Middle Continent, in spaces invisible to themselves, points of light lit up one after another.
In Xi Yu’s vision, these points of light illuminated the entire Middle Continent.
Every living being that acknowledged the white dragon from the bottom of their heart formed a Fate Connection with Xi Yu.
Xi Yu felt that linking all these points of light together might allow him to forge the Dharma Idol.
Yet it wouldn’t work; most of these points belonged to ordinary people, and he knew without testing that relying on them to condense the Dharma Idol was impossible.
Therefore, he would elevate their strength first.
Xi Yu glanced at his Fate Connection value: 24,778,145.
It had already surpassed twenty-four million, startling even himself.
However, the growth had finally slowed, dropping to a few thousand per minute.
Looking at so many believers, Xi Yu felt a sudden wave of pressure, wondering how much power elevating so many people would require.
Fortunately, the white dragon’s body had absorbed vast quantities of Mutation Particles moments ago, leaving his reserves highly abundant.
He stopped overthinking; an upgrade was necessary sooner or later.
He began with Star-Dream Farm.
Those capable of becoming believers on the farm had already done so, so the new additions were modest—around a thousand people including recent visitors.
This posed zero pressure for Xi Yu.
He merely needed to group people of corresponding ranks and elevate them in batches, with the numbers affecting only the size of his mental groupings; he was thoroughly practiced at this by now.
Next, he expanded the range to Xincheng City and Central City.
The numbers surged this time; he needed to elevate hundreds of thousands of people at once.
Fortunately, most were ordinary people, requiring little energy—roughly equivalent to elevating ten S-classes.
He had considered separating those who had just broken through the previous month, but finding it too tedious, he decided to elevate everyone together.
A month had passed anyway, so their foundations were likely stable.
Xi Yu continued expanding his reach.
This time, he elevated one million people in one breath, which finally brought immense pressure upon Xi Yu.
Nearly a fifth of the white dragon’s internal power was depleted in an instant.
Pressure mounted on Xi Yu’s body.
Simultaneously, the white dragon began absorbing Mutation Particles frantically to replenish his depletion.
This was the first time Xi Yu had seen the white dragon’s absorption speed fail to keep up with his consumption rate.
Before long, the Mutation Particles around Star-Dream Farm were sucked into a vacuum, forcing him to fly toward Central City.
The white dragon’s absorption speed was astounding, yet Xi Yu’s speed in elevating believers was even faster.
He gradually found a balance.
Elevating roughly 1.5 million people at a time allowed him to match the white dragon’s absorption rate.
Yet elevating three million at once would result in an absolute deficit.
After some thought, Xi Yu chose to elevate five million people at once.
Beyond raising everyone’s strength as quickly as possible, he wanted to see if he could unearth the white dragon’s ultimate limits, which he had never managed to probe in his past life.
Elevating five million people simultaneously was equivalent to unleashing the white dragon’s power without reservation.
No matter how fast the white dragon recovered, it couldn’t keep pace with the rate of consumption.
Soon, after the first batch of five million was elevated, the white dragon’s power plummeted to rock bottom.
Had the white dragon not been actively recovering power, Xi Yu would have felt his condition was turning perilous.
Yet he did not hesitate, selecting the second batch of five million.
In mere moments, the power within the white dragon’s body was completely exhausted.
Xi Yu couldn’t sense a shred of dragon power remaining within himself, forcing him to retract the energy from his avatars one by one, barely holding out a bit longer.
Ultimately, all his power hit rock bottom.
Across two lifetimes, this was the first time Xi Yu had drained the white dragon’s power completely dry, and he had done so while fully conscious.
The white dragon felt miserable, yet Xi Yu’s mind grew clearer than ever.
“Is this all there is?” Xi Yu felt slightly disappointed.
Calculated by the energy consumed, it only matched five to seven Lords of the Beyond, perhaps slightly stronger than the lowest-tier Calamity Lord.
Yet it wasn’t much stronger, and this level of power was insufficient to contend against Food Sequence Lords.
He felt this shouldn’t be the white dragon’s limit.
In the inner world, the white dragon’s soul had completely suppressed the Blood-Jade Rabbit’s will; even though it was merely a single drop of blood, contests between wills prioritized rank.
He had wondered if the white dragon’s combat strength had already reached the Food Sequence Lord tier.
Now it seemed he had overthought things.
The white dragon was merely a Calamity Lord after all.
Elevating five million people simultaneously was no longer possible, but the impact wasn’t severe; though slower, it wouldn’t harm them, and he could elevate the remaining five million in smaller batches.
It wasn’t slow anyway; at the white dragon’s current absorption rate, he could elevate a million people per hour.
Yet in an indescribable way, Xi Yu felt unwilling to accept this.
Hadn’t the white dragon lost control at the drop of a hat in his past life? Why was it sputtering out now?
‘After all that, the white dragon is lacking?’
Vroom—
The instant this thought surfaced in Xi Yu’s mind, he involuntarily opened his mouth and let out a dragon’s roar.
Immediately, Xi Yu felt the white dragon’s body slipping out of his control.
Xi Yu was startled; was the white dragon about to lose control suddenly?
He focused his mind desperately to restrain the white dragon’s body, only to find he couldn’t manage it.
The white dragon, which he had assumed was at its maximum size, began expanding once more, while boundless, mountain-like, and ocean-like power surged from within his body.
The dragon’s body, originally a thousand meters long, shattered its limits to reach 1,200 meters, 1,500 meters, 2,000 meters, and finally stopped expanding only upon reaching three thousand meters!
By this time, the white dragon’s appearance had undergone an immense transformation.
His snow-white, jade-like body was now so brilliantly white it seemed to radiate light, and his razor-sharp dragon claws gleamed with an ethereal chill.
The white dragon appeared far more majestic and intimidating than before; even Xi Yu himself felt an instinctive sense of awe when inspecting the dragon’s body with his spiritual perception.
Yet compared to the physical changes, the power surging from the deepest depths of the white dragon’s bloodline was far more terrifying.
In a single instant, all the power in Xi Yu’s body was fully replenished.
It continued to expand throughout every corner of Xi Yu’s body with torrential momentum.
Subsequently, an incomparable mental shock struck straight into the depths of Xi Yu’s soul.
In an instant, Xi Yu felt as if he were about to lose himself in the onslaught of draconic instincts, this wave of instinct being far more powerful than any prior surge.
Though the previous backlash had only lasted a short while, to Xi Yu, it felt like an entire century had passed.
As the draconic instincts surged, the familiar sensation flooded his mind once more.
Yet he held no nostalgia for this feeling; enduring the initial wave of instinct, Xi Yu dared not delay, focusing his entire mind.
Instantly, beyond the original five million people, he selected another ten million believers and bestowed dragon power upon them directly.
The power within his body was instantly depleted by a significant margin.
Yet this was not enough; the growth of dragon power was once again outstripping his consumption.
With no choice, Xi Yu selected the final ten million believers as well, and vast oceans of dragon power vanished from his body.
Xi Yu was overjoyed; this time, the consumption finally suppressed the surge.
Immediately, the draconic backlash weakened considerably.
Xi Yu let out a sigh of relief; if he couldn’t even withstand the draconic instincts, how could he face the devouring impulses of the future?
Xi Yu felt both shock and joy; he had doubted that the dragon had reached its limits, and indeed, such violent, colossal power had been hidden within its bloodline.
Xi Yu was thrilled.
Though currently enduring some discomfort, his excitement far outweighed the pain.
Next, he merely needed to consume this energy without letting it go to waste.
Soon, the second batch of five million had their strength elevated by a full rank.
Then came the next ten million, followed by the final ten million.
At this point, the surge of dragon power finally began to dwindle, though it continued to rise.
Fortunately, during this time, he had gained another two million believers in the Middle Continent, easing his pressure slightly, though it remained insufficient.
Xi Yu simply elevated the strength of his believers in other nations on Kun Star as well.
Then, he re-condensed the avatars he had dispersed earlier.
Yet it still wasn’t enough.
Xi Yu didn’t hesitate, elevating the strength of his believers in the Celestial Palace Realm as well.
Fortunately, the rain he had brought earlier had turned many cultivators in the Celestial Palace Realm into his believers, who could absorb roughly a million believers’ worth of dragon power.
And there was the Nine-Tailed Fox; it alone could consume a million believers’ worth of power, and the energy lost during transmission across realms also helped.
Within the Celestial Palace Realm, the Nine-Tailed Fox was currently digesting what Xi Yu had said earlier.
Suddenly, an incomparably vast power descended upon its head from heaven and earth, and the Nine-Tailed Fox discovered its strength rising visibly.
After a while, the Nine-Tailed Fox’s eyes widened.
It had grown stronger, seemingly breaking through the realm of a Lord of the Beyond?
Yet it could clearly feel that its strength was still far from the Heavenly Emperor realm, merely slightly stronger than a Lord of the Beyond.
Doubt aside, sensing its immense strength, the Nine-Tailed Red Fox felt it was fully capable of suppressing Da Ri Po Suo now.
It understood Da Ri Po Suo’s origins better than anyone, knowing he was intimately tied to the Datan Heavenly Emperor.
Recalling that the Heavenly Realm had been sealed precisely because the Datan Heavenly Emperor had coveted believer power, leaving it unaware whether the Shangqing Heavenly Emperor was alive or dead, an urge welled up in its chest to beat Da Ri Po Suo up, and it was now fully capable of doing so.
Yet it held back; with its newfound strength, it was time to seek revenge against Jian Kuitian.
As for the white dragon’s warning earlier, it cast those worries to the wind; growing stronger felt wonderful.
***
At roughly the same time, Miao Luohua and the cultivators of the Kuitian Sword Sect were filled with bewilderment.
When had they become the white dragon’s believers?
Just as fear and anxiety mounted in their hearts, a colossal power descended from the heavens.
The next moment, their strength elevated one by one.
Miao Luohua felt as if she had already become a Flying Immortal powerhouse, her mind filled with confusion.
What was the situation?
In another part of the Kuitian Sword Sect, Hua Yuanxian sensed the surging power within his body and had only one thought: glorious.
From this day forward, he was the white dragon’s believer.
Jiang Shaomu remained very calm regarding his elevation, completely disregarding Xi Yu’s warning about being devoured.
Simultaneously, the cultivators who had joined the white dragon’s rain-relief efforts were completely overjoyed.
***
Once the believers in the Celestial Palace Realm had their strength elevated by a rank, Xi Yu finally let out a sigh of relief.
The power surging within the white dragon’s body finally ceased, and the draconic instincts weakened.
He shrank the white dragon’s body as much as possible, reducing his absorption of Mutation Particles.
With this, the white dragon’s power surge concluded completely.
Xi Yu let out a long breath; the experience just now had been thrilling.
The white dragon genuinely held hidden reserves of power, and he couldn’t even be certain if the dragon had unleashed all its hidden power or merely a portion of it.
It seemed that pushing his limits made anything possible.
Currently, the white dragon’s upper limit of power had increased roughly six-fold, an increase so exaggerated that perhaps the white dragon could already contend against Food Sequence Lords.
Xi Yu remained uncertain, having never clashed with a Food Sequence Lord and lacking a clear concept of their strength.
Yet sensing his tens of millions of believers within the Middle Continent, Xi Yu vaguely felt that if he wished, his power could easily double again.
If even that couldn’t contend against a Food Sequence Lord, he would find it hard to believe.
However, Xi Yu didn’t plan on seeking out a Food Sequence Lord to test his strength; growing stronger was always better.
Even if he could contend against a Food Sequence Lord, he might not be able to protect the Middle Continent.
In short, his strength was still insufficient, and he needed to keep striving.
When the entire Middle Continent was composed of S-classes or SS-classes, perhaps he and the nation would truly possess the ability to protect themselves.
Xi Yu sensed the Middle Continent digesting its gains, feeling immense comfort in his heart.
Since everyone was willing to become his believers, he couldn’t let them down, and he had finally honored their trust.
***
“It’s so tight!”
At Star-Dream Farm, muffled grunts echoed.
Zhang Qingyuan, who had just advanced a rank the previous month, suppressed the trembling in his body, feeling so full of power that his body seemed on the verge of bursting.
Chu Luan clutched his chair, nearly falling over; he had reached S-class.
Everything was fine, except his entire body felt painfully swollen.
At the exact same moment, countless people shared this sensation.
For the first time, they experienced what it meant to be in glorious, painful bliss.
Yet no one realized the broader picture.
Similarly, no one knew that on this single day, nearly thirty million people across the Middle Continent had their strength elevated by a full rank.
For those receiving dragon power for the first time, they were overjoyed to find their strength elevated, immediately rushing to test the explosive power within their bodies.
Especially for former ordinary citizens, experiencing superhuman power for the first time set their blood ablaze.
Once their excitement cooled, they couldn’t resist bragging to the people around them.
“I’ve reached F-class! What about you?”
“What a coincidence, me too!”
More and more people exchanged stunned glances, and a tidal wave of realization swept across the Middle Continent.
This secondary surge of dragon power was a blessing, but the white dragon’s body was currently filled with churning power, making Xi Yu uncomfortable, so he quickly transformed back into human form.
Yet the very next moment, he was completely dumbfounded.
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