The Purple Dragon King and the Seal of the Island

It was a young dragon, no more than a meter long, yet bathed in dazzling purple divine light. Its innate kingly presence, a suffocating pressure born of the beast sovereign, kept even the colossal ferocious beasts of the mountain forest from daring to provoke it.

In form, it strongly resembled the legendary qilin — a deer-like horse, with wolf hooves and dragon scales. But it differed in marked ways: its tail was a crocodilian divine tail, gleaming with purple light and layered with armor-like scales. Its head bore two horns, purple-gold and shaped like a deer's antlers, and its countenance was the very image of the legendary Ancestral Dragon.

In terms of aura, it diverged fundamentally from the qilin. The qilin is a beast of omen and peace, but this purple Companion Dragon King radiated the oppressive might of a barbarian king. Though still a juvenile, it exuded a crushing sense of power.

Yan Qingcheng and Rand had discovered this Companion Dragon King near a waterfall. They had kept watch in that area for days, having noticed signs that a young dragon sometimes emerged, but only today had they finally caught sight of it.

Yet the young Purple Dragon King was far too formidable! Its world-shaking dragon roars sent out rolling sonic waves of unparalleled lethality, shredding the leaves from nearby trees and forcing Yan Qingcheng and Rand to retreat.

In terms of sonic power alone, it matched the soul-shaking sound arts of the Spirit-Treasury realm!

From the moment of their birth, Ancestral Dragons and Companion Dragon Kings soon show signs of advancement, and then they leave the mother dragon that bore them to embark on their own unique path of evolution. Though no adult ferocious dragon guarded its side, Yan Qingcheng and Rand found themselves still unable to subdue this young dragon!

The Companion Dragon King's ferocity exceeded their expectations.

Legend had it that the dragon clans were sealed on this wild island and had lost all their divine abilities. But that rule did not apply to this young dragon king. It could cleave out blinding purple divine light, turning the mountain rock before Yan Qingcheng and Rand into powder.

The young dragon king fled with extreme alertness, its entire body wreathed in leaping purple divine flames. It vanished into the forest like a bolt of purple lightning, moving so fast that even Rand, flying through the air, could not catch it.

The Companion Dragon King's thunderous roars alarmed everyone on Dragon Island. Many cultivators rushed toward the area, but by the time they arrived, they found only traces of the scene. The young dragon king had long since disappeared.

This was the first Companion Dragon discovered on Dragon Island, and people called it the Purple Dragon King.

In the following days, most cultivators converged on this region, searching for the Purple Dragon King's whereabouts. Yan Qingcheng was somewhat frustrated, never having expected a young dragon to be so formidable that they could only watch it escape.

Without a doubt, the appearance of the Purple Dragon King had an immense impact, stirring the hearts of all cultivators. Everyone longed to subdue it. If they could raise it to adulthood, it would become a terrifying existence that would make even the gods tremble!

Even the alliance in Treefolk Valley stopped searching for Xiao Chen, throwing all their efforts into finding clues about the Purple Dragon King. This unwittingly resolved Xiao Chen's immediate crisis, and even the Royal Celestial Maiden Zhao Lin'er could not stop it.

But more than half a month passed, and no one found anything. The young Purple Dragon King seemed to have vanished like vapor, leaving no trace. The cultivators had to marvel at its high intelligence. It seemed aware of the danger approaching and successfully evaded their search.

The cultivators speculated on its possible hiding places. Some thought it had taken refuge in a hidden cave, others believed it had entered the deeper regions of Dragon Island. And so, some continued to search the outer perimeter, while the more adventurous began to venture inward.

The process of hunting the Purple Dragon King was also one of chaotic slaughter, and many lost their lives in the process.

About twenty days after the Purple Dragon King had revealed itself, a major event occurred on Dragon Island once again. This time, it was terror itself, and everyone's fate was intimately tied to it.

By now, a great number of cultivators had gathered on the vast Dragon Island—all of them powerful experts, with no more large ships arriving. But on this very day, terrifying divine light suddenly surged across Dragon Island, blazing so brightly that it blinded all who saw it. The entire island, amidst the vast sea, shone like a divine pearl of dazzling brilliance, its radiant flames shooting into the heavens.

On Dragon Island, ten thousand beasts howled and all the dragons roared, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth splitting apart. The massive island shook with terrifying violence, like the end of the world.

The cultivators were terrified, not knowing what was happening. Every one of them trembled from the depths of their soul, filled with a profound sense of dread.

The blinding divine light lasted for over an hour before gradually dimming. Cultivators at the island's edge were astonished to discover that the sea around Dragon Island had undergone a shocking transformation. Dazzling divine light appeared across the boundless ocean. The once-calm sea rose into towering waves that seemed to drag the clouds from the sky.

Vaguely, the cultivators sensed an utterly fearsome power surging within the waves.

Then they saw a horrifying sight that confirmed their fears. A belated arriving ship, caught in the divine-light-radiating waves, disintegrated in an instant, melting like snowflakes before vanishing completely amidst the great waves.

The thousand-li Forbidden Sea surrounding Dragon Island had once again become a death domain, now impenetrable! The sea region had sealed prematurely!

This was a cataclysm, beyond anyone's expectations.

According to the records of cultivation history, after the Forbidden Sea opened in the past, it would remain passable for at least half a year before resealing. But this time, it was so brief—less than two months.

The cultivators at the island's edge were nearly broken by this sight. It meant they could never leave Dragon Island unless they waited for a new cycle hundreds of years later. But who could live that long? This mysterious and terrifying island suppressed divine power. No one could attain Deathless Longevity on this barren shore, and no one could wait for the day of liberation.

Those who had come to Dragon Island were mostly young experts, representatives of various powers from the mainland, handpicked elites. For the sake of balance, the cultivators of the previous generation who had reached divine mastery seldom entered Dragon Island—this was a tacit understanding among the major powers, a delicate equilibrium.

Of course, not entering Dragon Island did not mean they would not act. Dragon Island lay deep in the vast sea, ten thousand li from the mainland. Even if someone seized a Companion Dragon, crossing this immense ocean would be extremely dangerous, with many likely waiting to snatch it along the way.

The senior experts of all the major powers were waiting along the routes, ready to provide support. In the vast sea, on every necessary path, even demigods—beings close to the gods—were lying in wait.

The young experts on the island were in despair. They would be sealed on Dragon Island forever.

And at that moment, they saw another terrifying sight. Amidst the towering waves, a fallen angel with wings struggled desperately in the air above the sea, writhing in agony. But in an instant, her body disintegrated, torn to pieces by the surging divine light.