Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

Seeing her proud Ten Thousand Souls Blood Fiend Attack so easily destroyed by the opponent, Ye Xishui was even more shocked and angry, and at the same time, a bad premonition arose in her heart.

She sensed that the opponent's aura had not weakened despite continuously blocking her killing moves; on the contrary, it had become more solid and unfathomable, and the primordial dragon might was becoming increasingly heavy and imposing!

At this moment, Tang Lan seemed to have completely lost the will to continue to entangle with and test Ye Xishui.

While the Death Tower is powerful, Ye Xishui, with her enhanced strength, can barely contend with it. However, it ultimately relies on an external force, and its attack methods are more insidious than agile and varied. It's time to end this battle.

"Roar--!!!"

A terrifying dragon roar, more ferocious and majestic than before, seemingly containing the will to create the world, erupted from the mouth of the Chaos Ancient Dragon! This dragon roar seemed to be a signal, a clarion call to shift from absolute defense to all-out offense!
The enormous dragon body that had been coiled and guarding suddenly stretched out completely! The fifty-zhang-long chaotic dragon body was fully revealed in the air, every dragon scale shimmering with chaotic divine light, its muscles bulging, full of explosive power!
That previously restrained, terrifying aura, which seemed capable of crushing the eternal sky, was now unleashed without reservation, like a sleeping primordial beast fully awakening, bursting forth and crushing towards the Tower of Death!

Under the impact of this pure and terrifying power belonging to a true demigod ancient dragon, the remaining dark red light of the "Godslayer Blood Annihilation Cannon," which was still continuously spewing and trying to erode the ancient dragon's body, seemed to have met its nemesis.

It emitted a mournful flash of light, then... shattered inch by inch, turning into countless tiny dark red specks of light, and finally completely disintegrated and disappeared into the air, failing to have any effect on Tang Lan, who was stretching out his dragon body.

At the same time, Tang Lan's grand voice, which seemed to resonate with metal, slowly echoed between heaven and earth. It was not addressed to Ye Xishui, but rather a reflection and recognition of his own power.

"The Death God Tower... a tenth-tier soul tool, a full-force attack that is almost indistinguishable from that of a demigod... its power is indeed remarkable."

He paused for a moment, golden light swirling in his dragon eyes, as if he were examining himself.

"If it weren't for the ultimate enhancement of these three million-year soul rings, if it weren't for the terrifying amplification of defense and strength by the Ancient Dragon's true form, if it weren't for the absolute restraint of the evil power by the Ancient True Flame, and the full-scale eruption brought about by the Ancient Dragon's Wrath..."

His voice carried a hint of barely perceptible relief and solemnity.

"Faced with an attack like that just now, I'm afraid... I really wouldn't dare to be so arrogant as to choose to confront it head-on."

These words to himself revealed part of the reason why he was able to calmly deal with Ye Xishui's killing move. The soul skills brought by the three million-year soul rings were all incredibly powerful, and their combination created a qualitative change, giving him a formidable advantage far exceeding that of his peers at the demigod level.

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the incredibly generous reward he received when he completed that extremely difficult "Death Trial"—a direct addition of eight golden million-year soul rings to his second spirit, the Ancient Dragon! This was simply a miracle that overturned the understanding of the spirit master world!

"The reward of the Death Trial gave my Ancient Dragon Martial Soul eight million-year soul rings in one go, laying the foundation for my current strength."

Tang Lan's thoughts shifted slightly.

"But the position of the ninth spirit ring... remains vacant."

Regarding this last spirit ring, Tang Lan had already set his sights extremely high—a legendary spirit ring that only existed in theoretical speculation and for which there was never any evidence that it had ever actually appeared… at the tens of millions of years level!

Million-year-old soul beasts are already extremely rare, requiring immense good fortune and a long period of accumulation to be born. As for those that are tens of millions of years old... that completely exceeds the scope of all known history on the continent, and also surpasses the imagination of human soul masters regarding the lifespan and strength limits of soul beasts.

Such beings have probably already surpassed the limits of mortal life. They may already possess all the conditions to become gods, and may even have become "beast gods" or "innate deities" in some sense, but they are hidden from the world or exist in a higher plane.

Tang Lan also read through countless ancient secret texts and fragments of relics.

They even searched far and wide through the intelligence networks of the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy, but still couldn't find any trace of the existence of a soul beast that had existed for tens of millions of years. It was as if it were just a beautiful fantasy based on theoretical deduction, a legend that was unattainable.

But Tang Lan didn't think so. With his strength now at the demigod level, his spiritual perception had long surpassed the boundaries of the mortal world, allowing him to touch upon some mysterious and profound laws and sense their existence.

In that fleeting moment of thought, a life force that was extremely subtle yet vast and indescribable, like the long breath of a sleeping beast, was clearly detected by him through endless space!
"This feeling... I can't be wrong!"

A glint of light flashed deep within the ancient Chaos Dragon's eyes, which were burning with golden flames.

That wasn't speculation or conjecture, but a resonance and connection stemming from the essence of life at the same level! This continent, this world, indeed contains life forms that transcend the million-year limit... even older and more powerful life forms!

That sensation originated from the extremely distant south, to the vast, boundless, and unfathomably deep sea. A realm of absolute depth, extremely far from any continental plate, where large landmasses are almost nonexistent within a radius of tens of millions of miles, only scattered islands dotting the surface.

The water pressure there is terrifying, and light is nowhere to be seen. It is a forbidden zone for life that even 100,000-year-old sea spirit beasts rarely venture to, yet it nurtures unimaginable ancient beings.

"Ten million years...maybe it really exists. And it's right there."

Tang Lan's mind raced, and he imprinted this crucial information deep into his soul. If given the chance, he would definitely venture into that endless deep sea.

The location of the ninth spirit ring seemed to have been vaguely determined, even though the goal was as distant as a myth.

However, just as Tang Lan's mind was slightly rippled by this unexpected perception, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield!
The Death Tower, suspended high in the air opposite, its blood-red light soaring into the sky, suddenly turned around after Ye Xishui let out a sharp, short shriek filled with resentment and bitterness!
Rumble!
The tower trembled, and the viscous blood-red light surrounding it fluctuated violently, no longer pointing at Tang Lan, but transforming into a powerful driving force! The entire tower, hundreds of feet tall, carried Ye Xishui, who sat on the throne.

Like a massive, blood-red meteor hurtling backwards, it tore through the air with a mournful whistle, and actually... fled for its life in the opposite direction from Tang Lan!
They escaped?!
This sudden turn of events was so unexpected that not only the soldiers of the Douling Empire and the disciples of the Tang Clan who were watching from afar with their hearts in their throats, but even Long Xiaoyao, who had just struggled to sit up at the edge of the deep pit below and whose aura was extremely weak, was suddenly stunned, and his huge dragon eyes revealed astonishment and confusion.

"Xi Shui, she...?"

But this astonishment lasted for less than half a second before a look of understanding appeared on Long Xiaoyao's pale face, which was stained with blood. Then it turned into a deep bitterness and complexity.

He coughed up a mouthful of dark golden blood, his gaze following the rapidly receding shadow of the blood-red tower, and suddenly understood.

That's right... Their main purpose in coming to Dongyang City together was never to fight anyone, much less to fight a monster like Tang Lan to the death here. The Holy Spirit Cult's core objectives for this operation have always been only two.

Firstly, during the rebellion and great battle in Dongyang City, we should collect as much of the blood essence of the strong and the souls of the dead as possible from the battlefield, especially those "high-quality materials" at the level of Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, and even Title Douluo.
Secondly, it was to go with the flow, assisting and consolidating the rebellious force secretly supported by the Holy Spirit Cult in this area, thus laying a deeper foundation for further infiltration of the Douling Empire and disruption of the continent's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure).

Kill Tang Lan? Perhaps the thought had fleetingly crossed my mind outside of the plan, but when we actually fought and witnessed the opponent's unfathomable and terrifying strength, which had already firmly stepped into the demigod realm, that thought was completely extinguished by reason.

At least, now is not the time.

They, or rather Ye Xishui, had a much larger, more profound, and more insane plan—"to create a god"!
This is completely different from Shrek Academy's orthodox "god-making" approach, where resources are poured into nurturing Huo Yuhao. The Holy Spirit Cult pursues a path of "evil gods" filled with bloodshed, vengeful spirits, and endless sins!
Using a vast amount of blood essence and the souls of the dead, it can be refined to communicate with specific dimensions.

To please certain ancient and evil beings, they are "vessels" or "sacrifices" who, through large-scale and extremely cruel sacrificial rituals, gain the attention of those evil gods and deities, thereby initiating the inheritance trial and seizing the divine position!

Ye Xishui's gaze was fixed on the divine lineage of the "God of Calamity," who was said to be in charge of plagues, disasters, death, and resentment!

This deity is cruel and violent, requiring mountains of corpses, seas of blood, the weeping of all souls, and the extreme suffering and despair of the world as offerings. The great battle in Dongyang City was merely one stop in her collection of "tribute."

She must accumulate enough flesh and soul "resources" to be qualified to knock on the door of the God of Calamity's inheritance and begin the final and most dangerous trial.

And he, Long Xiaoyao, was entrusted with high hopes by Ye Xishui, who also planned for him to become another infamous and fearsome evil god – the "Evil Dragon God"!
This god is tyrannical, bloodthirsty, and wields the power of darkness and destruction—the dragon's flames. His divine attributes do indeed resonate with his Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul. But… is that truly what he desires?

The bitterness at the corners of Long Xiaoyao's mouth was almost overflowing.

He was not a bloodthirsty person by nature; in his early years, he traveled the continent and even performed many chivalrous deeds. But for Ye Xishui, and for that twisted yet deeply ingrained obsession, he gradually strayed from his original intentions.

His hands were stained with the blood of innocent people. Every time he participated in a massacre, every time he collected soul materials for the Tower of Death, he could feel something deep within his soul breaking and sinking.

The position of the Evil Dragon God? That means taking this blood-stained path to its extreme, even beyond the limit, to become the evil god himself, a symbol of destruction.

This was not what he was pursuing; it was more like a heavy shackle he had to bear for the sake of companionship and atonement.

So he chose to escape, in a way that was almost self-deceptive.

Forget-Me-Not Pill.

He always kept this kind of dark-colored, bitter-tasting pill in his storage soul tool. Its effects were simple, but also cruel.

After taking it, it will selectively forget recent memories that caused the user intense pain, guilt, or unwillingness to face.

Every time he followed Ye Xishui to participate in a large-scale "harvesting" operation, or personally carried out some particularly bloody missions, Long Xiaoyao would silently take out a Forgetfulness Pill and swallow it with water when he was alone late at night.

When the elixir takes effect, the soul seems to be veiled in a gray gauze, revealing the bloody scenes, the shrill screams, and the desperate looks in the eyes.

Everything will become blurred and distant, eventually settling into the deepest recesses of memory, difficult to actively access, and even that heart-wrenching sense of guilt will temporarily become numb.

He knew this was like drinking poison to quench his thirst, numbing his soul. But he was even more afraid of remembering each sin clearly and completely.

That would completely break him, making him unable to face Ye Xishui or the proud and bright self he once was.

Forgetting him would at least give him a temporary respite, allowing him to continue standing by her side as the "Dark Holy Dragon," even if the road ahead led to the abyss of evil gods.

"Long Xiaoyao! What are you standing there for?! Are you waiting to die?!"

Just as Long Xiaoyao was lost in thought, Ye Xishui's sharp, impatient voice transmission struck his mind like a cold whip. Though the voice traveled across the distance, the anxiety and command in it were still clearly palpable.

"The plan has changed! Tang Lan has become a demigod, beyond our current capabilities! Evacuate immediately! All the collected blood essence has been stored in the tower's core, enough for our needs! Regroup quickly, or things will change!"

Ye Xishui's telepathic message was brief and cold, containing not a single word of concern for his injuries, only an assessment of the current situation and an unquestionable command.

The "sufficient" she referred to was the "materials" collected during the battle of Dongyang City, which had reached the minimum amount required for her and Long Xiaoyao to carry out the next evil god ritual.

Now that the goal has been achieved, and there are unforeseen circumstances beyond her control, a decisive retreat to preserve her strength and plan for the future is her consistent approach.

Long Xiaoyao's body trembled slightly as he was forcibly pulled back to reality from his chaotic thoughts.

He looked up and saw that the Tower of Death had turned into a rapidly shrinking crimson dot on the horizon, while in the sky ahead, the mighty Chaos Ancient Dragon was turning its dragon eyes, which seemed to be able to pierce through the void, toward him.

Although there was no chilling intent to kill in those dragon eyes, being stared at by a demigod still caused the heavily injured Long Xiaoyao to feel his breath catch in his throat, his soul core tremble violently, and the sliver of soul power he had just managed to gather almost dissipate.

escape!
We must escape immediately!
Long Xiaoyao dared not hesitate any longer.

He knew perfectly well that Tang Lan hadn't gone all out in their fight just now, and had even held back at crucial moments; otherwise, he would have already perished. But that didn't mean Tang Lan would let him leave so easily. If he hesitated even slightly, he might really be trapped.

"Dark Arcane Art: Blood Shadow Escape!" (End of Chapter)