Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

The spiritual space began to collapse the moment the spatial authority appeared.

If Tianmu City hadn't reacted first and protected this spiritual space in time, it would have completely collapsed when Ye Xishui took out that spatial scepter.

“Acheng, let me handle this.” Gu Yuena’s eyes flickered slightly as she raised her hand and pressed down on Tian Mucheng’s wrist. Her tone was gentle but carried an undeniable certainty. “You just focus on managing the situation at hand. Leave the rest to me.”

Tian Mucheng said no more. He looked up at the spatial authority that was floating towards him, and his gaze couldn't help but fall on Ye Xishui, whose body was constantly disintegrating.

Unable to bear it any longer, he decided to step in and protect Ye Xishui's soul.

Just as he was gathering pale golden soul power at his fingertips, Ye Xishui suddenly snorted coldly, and her soul power erupted like a sharp blade, forcefully repelling the power that Tian Mucheng was probing.

The memories that had just flooded her mind made her realize that the boy's abilities were closely related to his spiritual power—and the soul was a kind of spiritual power, so she naturally understood the boy's intentions.

She looked up and stared directly at Tian Mucheng, her eyes as cold as frost, her tone resolute and unwavering: "I don't need your sympathy! I'm a dead man who should have been buried long ago. Doing all this is just to pay off the debt I owed Sheng Yangyue back then!"

Looking at her constantly cracking hands and the way her soul power was leaking out of her body, Ye Xishui remained completely calm.

She raised her head and gazed silently at the spatial authority that was slowly drifting through the air. After a moment of silence, she turned her gaze back to the sky and a desolate smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"In this way, I will be completely even with him, and with you all...! Hahahaha..."

Ye Xishui's laughter carried a chilling sorrow, yet it resounded unrestrainedly throughout the entire mental space.

The moment the laughter abruptly stopped, her body shattered like ice shards and vanished from everyone's sight.

Tian Mucheng gazed at the spatial authority lying quietly in his palm, his expression complex.

He could clearly feel that the stagnant energy accumulated in his body was gradually dissipating, and his body seemed to be experiencing a cycle of destruction and rebirth.

Saint Sun Moon was one of his origins, and "Fate Transfer" was a heaven-defying soul skill. This soul skill covered a wide range of areas, far beyond just spatial factors.

To achieve this, the Holy Sun Moon must act as a medium—like an invisible connecting line—in order to initiate all subsequent steps.

By handing over his own fortune and spatial authority to Ye Xishui, he was essentially transferring his "inevitable death" fate and his future like that of a living dead to Ye Xishui, while simultaneously replacing the fortune stored within her body, thus completely rewriting his own destiny.

That's why Ye Xishui laughed maniacally when she saw Sheng Yangyue's last memories.

It can be said that Sheng Yangyue both saved her and schemed against her for her entire life, all for the sake of her own true self.

“That old fox, Sheng Yangyue, is truly ruthless to the core!” At this moment, Jin Tianming slowly spoke, his fingertips rubbing the soul tool at his waist. His tone was laced with sarcasm and a hint of barely perceptible admiration. “He used Ye Xishui as a pawn, manipulating her at will, and even calculated human relationships perfectly.”

He had come to a complete understanding: while the spatial authority of the Holy Sun Moon could indeed exert its ultimate effect on Ye Xishui, even the best things come with a price. This insatiable fellow had truly gone too far.

However, if it were him, Jin Tianming, he would probably make the same choice.

His true form is human, which is why he had the idea to help just now; but he and Sheng Yangyue are different. They are just dragon souls split off from the original body, and their purpose is to be unconditionally loyal to the original body.

Long Yaoqing quickly stepped forward and steadily supported Tian Mucheng, who was swaying slightly. His brows furrowed, and his tone was full of worry: "Acheng, how are you feeling now? What are your plans next?"

Tian Mucheng stared at the spatial scepter in his palm, his fingertips gently caressing the faint light flowing on it. After a moment of silence, he slowly turned his head to look at Jin Tianming beside him, his gaze deep.

Jin Tianming noticed the gaze of the main body falling on him. He first raised an eyebrow in surprise, then a knowing look flashed in his eyes, and a smug smile appeared on his lips: "What? You plan to hand over the power over this space to me?"

He took the power and weighed it in his hand, his tone somewhat playful, "Isn't this a bit too 'unfair' for those guys?"

“In my eyes, you are the perfect fit, aren’t you?” Tian Mucheng asked rhetorically, his voice soft but filled with unquestionable trust. He raised his hand and patted Jin Tianming’s shoulder. “Moreover, I can feel that your body has entered a rebirth phase, and perhaps it won’t be long before you fall into a deep sleep.”

"At that time, I'll have to rely on you." This was the privilege that Tianmu bestowed upon the "eldest son," and it was the deepest trust he had in Jin Tianming, the first dragon soul.

As he once told Ye Xishui, he trusted all the dragon souls and respected each and every one of them as an individual.

Even if Jin Tianming were to refuse at this moment, he would accept it calmly.

Upon hearing this, Jin Tianming's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the spatial scepter. After a moment of silence, he threw his head back and laughed loudly, his eyes sharp as blades: "Alright! Since the main body trusts me, then I will accept!"

He could clearly feel the weight of the trust placed in him; and with his pride, he had no reason to continue refusing.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Tian Mucheng nodded gently, his eyelids slowly drooping. With Long Yaoqing's support, his breathing gradually calmed down, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Now, Tianmucheng is no longer bound by the fate of certain death, but he needs to go into slumber to fully digest the fortune returned by Shengyangyue; then, he must wait for Jin Tianming to collect the remaining fortune, and finally, start the divine war that is destined to sweep across the continent!

Jin Tianming watched as Long Yaoqing helped him leave Tianmu City. He did not follow, but stood there looking at the spatial authority of the Holy Sun Moon in his hand.

"I never expected that we would never have truly fought, and your power would ultimately fall into my hands." Jin Tianming had always wanted to fight Sheng Yangyue, just to avenge the blood feud that Ye Xishui had ripped out his heart back then, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

Ye Xishui has already perished completely, and even her soul was probably not preserved—Sheng Yangyue's actions this time were truly too ruthless.

However, he seemed to have been certain all along that Ye Xishui would agree to this matter. Why was that?
Jin Tianming was filled with doubts, but he didn't dwell on it too much. He immediately sat cross-legged and began to absorb this spatial authority.

Once he has absorbed it all, he will be confident of victory no matter which dragon soul clone he encounters in the future. Even that lazy dog ​​Mo Yan will be no match for him!
...(End of chapter)