Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 75 Even the Dragon God Doesn't Care About Me
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Several days later, with the carriage traveling at full speed, Xuanming finally arrived near the Star Dou Great Forest.

The carriage that Dugu Bo found for him was not an ordinary carriage. The horses pulling the carriage were tamed spirit beasts that could travel a thousand miles a day. Even so, it still took him seven days to get here.

Previously, Dugu Bo led him from the Tian Dou Empire's army camp on the border of the Barak Kingdom back to Tian Dou City in less than a day, so much so that he had no concept of the distance at that time.

"Actually, you can take a break; you don't have to push yourself so hard."

Watching Xuanming switch between two thoughts to control his body and cultivate day and night, the Ice Dragon King could no longer bear to watch.

Although Xuanming has two thoughts, he only has one mental power. His method of alternating and misaligning the two thoughts to control his body is not only extremely dangerous, but also keeps his mind in a state of high consumption and tension for a long time.

Cultivation requires a balance of relaxation and rest; how can you push yourself to the limit like this?
If it were an adult, it wouldn't be a problem, but Xuanming is still a child. His mind and body haven't fully developed yet. If he's risking his life like this, he might cause problems.

“I know what I’m doing,” Xuanming said.

The dragon souls of the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King resided in his body, essentially forming a small-scale Yin-Yang Well within him. This not only helped him continue to digest the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass and Fiery Apricot Blossom he had previously consumed, but also created a portable environment for him to refine his body.

Given these conditions, he naturally wouldn't waste them.

"You have absolutely no sense of propriety," the Ice Dragon King said, somewhat speechless.

“You felt insecure before, being fought over by those humans, and you were afraid that you would die at any time. I understand why you were training like your life depended on it.”

"But now that I've got your back, why are you in such a hurry?"

"You're protecting me?" Xuanming paused.

"Then I can't be lazy."

The Ice Dragon King's phantom soul loomed close to Xuan Ming's eyes, almost touching them, "You just don't believe me."

"Whether you believe it or not, it's all the same," Xuanming said.

"Belief does not mean I will rely on it."

"To rely on someone means to entrust one's fate to another."

Xuanming's gaze was calm, his youthful face revealing a maturity beyond his years. "Senior is strong, but there are countless strong people in this world. If I am not strong enough, one day when a crisis comes, you may also be unable to deal with it. At that time, how should I deal with myself?"

The Ice Dragon King paused slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his dragon eyes. "I'm worried that you're too young and that pushing yourself too hard could damage your very foundation."

Xuanming's body and mind were not yet fully developed. Although he used a method he learned from who-knows-where to manipulate his two thoughts into a misalignment and shield himself from the mental fatigue brought on by continuous cultivation, he was not immune to fatigue; rather, he forgot that he was tired.

If Xuanming's soul were strong enough, he could do whatever he wanted, but he is just a child now, and his soul is extremely fragile. If he is not careful, he will turn himself into an idiot!
"I know what I'm doing," Xuanming said again.

"Measures?" The Ice Dragon King was somewhat displeased. His cold aura condensed into tiny ice crystals around Xuanming, but ultimately did not materialize into a real attack.

"You little brat, you've really picked up all the arrogance of the dragons."

"However, you are the successor I chose. If you continue to mess things up like this and ruin yourself, I will have lost out."

"Fire Dragon King, please help me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the energy of the two dragon souls residing within the black dragon transformed into two thin streams, one cold and one hot, which rushed straight into the sea of ​​consciousness along the meridians.

Xuanming felt a sudden, sharp pain between his brows and let out a muffled groan. His eyes instantly revealed patterns of interwoven ice blue and crimson gold. Two thoughts were forced apart in the intense pain, one sinking into the icy mist and the other falling into the sea of ​​fire. In the next instant, the two thoughts switched places again.

"What are you doing?" Xuanming gritted his teeth, resisting the soul-tearing pain.

"How does it feel to have your soul tempered by ice and fire?" The image of the Ice Dragon King appeared in Xuan Ming's mind.

"Your soul is too fragile. If you continue training like this, you might ruin yourself at any time."

"I will use the power of the dragon soul to temper your soul, making it more resilient, but this process..."

Xuanming gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat soaked through his clothes.

The energies of ice and fire raged in his mind, each exchange of thoughts felt like a sharp blade tearing him apart, yet he stubbornly straightened his back, letting his soul suffer repeatedly between tearing and reshaping.

"Ah—!" Xuanming roared like a wild beast, his soul almost disintegrating into pieces amidst the intertwining of ice and fire.

A hint of pity flashed in the Ice Dragon King's eyes. "If you can't hold on, just say so, and I..."

Before he finished speaking, a tranquil white light exploded from the depths of Xuanming's soul, colliding with the energy of ice and fire.

“Annihilation…” The Ice Dragon King’s eyes changed slightly.

The Dragon God bestowed upon the most outstanding dragon geniuses the various attributes evolved from his bloodline, granting them the nine attributes of water, fire, earth, wind, light, darkness, space, time, and stability. Among them, the Dark Dragon King controls darkness and annihilation.

Xuanming's innate ability, though it is light, is a deathly light...

"What are you doing?"

The Ice Dragon King, who was channeling dragon soul energy, looked with some surprise at the Fire Dragon King, who had been silent since leaving the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

"Didn't you think he was too weak? Why did you give him to him anyway?"

"Just a little bit," the Fire Dragon King said.

"Oh, oh, oh, just a little bit? You proud old dragon, you've taken a fancy to him?" the Ice Dragon King said.

"It's still early," the Fire Dragon King said calmly.

"Tsk, saying one thing and meaning another, pretending to be reserved," the Ice Dragon King said disdainfully.

"It's better than you offering it to me willingly," the Fire Dragon King said speechlessly.

"Is there a problem with me giving some good things to my successor?" the Ice Dragon King said matter-of-factly.

"He doesn't seem to be..."

"If I say he is, then he is!"

"Don't be so hasty..."

"I was too hasty! What's it to you? Even the Dragon God doesn't care about me!"

"..."

……

After an unknown amount of time, Xuanming finally woke up from his deep sleep.

Instead of the sharp pain I felt before fainting, I felt an unprecedented clarity.

"How do you feel?" The illusory image of the Ice Dragon King's dragon soul approached Xuanming.

"Thank you," Xuanming said.

He could feel his spirit becoming fuller, without the broken feeling that had been caused by the long-term depletion of his energy.

"You should thank me. To help you, I gave you all the dragon soul power I had left." The Ice Dragon King's gaze was somewhat resentful.

She hadn't planned to give it to him so quickly. Just like Xuanming said, people's hearts are treacherous, and she didn't know what kind of person this kid was, but... she acted impulsively!

"Can you...stop looking at me like that?" Xuanming's expression was somewhat unnatural.

"Oh? It seems you know what kind of look that is." The Ice Dragon King was somewhat surprised.

"Someone has looked at you like that before."

"Mm." Xuanming nodded.

"The Pope I told you about before, the one who helped me repair my martial soul."

Back in Wuhun City, after Bibi Dong helped him repair his martial soul, she viewed him this way for a long time.

I felt heartache, reluctance, frustration, and even some regret.

In summary, it's like the aftereffects of an impulse to throw a meat bun at a dog.

"Looks like you're not so unlucky after all." The Ice Dragon King's eyes were unreadable.

"However, shouldn't you change your tune?"

"Change your tune?" Xuanming looked puzzled.

"Change what?"

"Call me Mom," said the Ice Dragon King.

"..."

(End of this chapter)