Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

At that moment, Wu Changkong's Heavenly Frost Sword, which was pointing diagonally at the ground, gently flicked upwards.

The movement appeared calm and ordinary, lacking any earth-shattering momentum. Judging by appearances alone, it was nothing more than a simple sword strike. At least for the initial moment, Tang Wulin didn't truly perceive its terrifying nature.

But just as the tip of the Heavenly Frost Sword touched the light-spurting fist—

Tang Wulin clearly heard a mournful dragon's roar suddenly resound deep within his mind.

The sound came without warning, yet it was terrifyingly clear.

Immediately afterwards, a second and a third sound followed.

As the scales on the Light-Speed ​​Fist were pried off one by one, the pain in the dragon's roar became clearer and sharper, shaking Tang Wulin's mind and almost giving him the illusion of feeling the pain himself.

He seemed to be able to "see"—

Those extremely cold sword energies drilled in through the cracks in the scales, piercing into the flesh, the meridians, and even the depths of the martial spirit.

That wasn't a fist injury.

It was as if the "dragon" itself was directly injured.

At that very moment, another voice suddenly emerged from the depths of Tang Wulin's mind.

Or rather, it's not sound.

It's an emotion.

A kind of fury that had been forcibly suppressed deep within, but suddenly surged up in that instant.

A burning sensation followed.

It wasn't as severe as when he was stabbed by the Light Dragon Dagger, nor did it truly trigger the appearance of golden scales. It was just a fleeting moment, but even that brief instant made Tang Wulin's heart tighten.

This is not the first time.

From the moment that force first appeared until now, it seems to be appearing more and more frequently.

For the first time, Tang Wulin realized this so acutely—

There really is something hidden inside my body.

That thing is probably related to his own martial spirit, his own body, and all those inexplicable mutations.

Thinking about this only made his mind more confused.

My mind, which usually settles down easily, couldn't calm down for a long time today.

In the dormitory, Yun Xiao and Zhou Changxi had already returned. Even the usually composed Yun Xiao was in high spirits, discussing with Xie Xie and Zhou Changxi in hushed tones the splendor of Wu Changkong's two sword strikes just now.

Tang Wulin could hear all those sounds.

But he just couldn't get into a meditative state.

Gradually, the dragon's roar in his mind didn't seem to dissipate; instead, it echoed again and again. The vibrations kept building, stimulating his mind and body, as if something that had been lurking was slowly fermenting.

After an unknown amount of time, his consciousness began to blur.

Those mournful dragon roars gradually faded and disappeared into the distance.

His soul power finally began to operate smoothly on its own, following the familiar trajectory.

It looked as if he had finally entered a meditative state.

Inside the dormitory, the other three had all entered a meditative state at some point. And behind Tang Wulin, the golden pattern that ran from his cervical spine to his coccyx quietly reappeared once more.

A faint burning sensation enveloped his body.

He was trembling slightly.

Sometimes his brows would suddenly furrow, as if he were enduring some kind of extremely deep pain.

……

black.

It was pitch black all around.

Tang Wulin felt as if he had stepped into a boundless black world, where he could see nothing in any direction.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared in the distance.

That point of gold was so bright, so dazzling, that it almost instantly drew his attention.

The gold is getting closer and bigger.

When Tang Wulin finally saw what it looked like, he was completely stunned.

It was a dragon.

A gigantic golden dragon.

It was entirely golden, with five claws, antlers, and a serpentine body. Its slender and majestic form was covered with enormous, golden, diamond-shaped scales. Each scale shimmered with a breathtaking luster, as if cast from gold, yet far sharper and more noble than gold itself.

Tang Wulin stared blankly at it, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Dragon.

This is a dragon.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

How did I know it was a dragon?

The dragon-type spirit beasts on the continent clearly don't look like this. It has no wings, five claws under its belly, and is unlike any dragon I've ever seen in the book.

But he just happened to know—

It is a dragon.

Just then, the golden light suddenly spread outwards.

Tang Wulin felt a sudden solidity beneath his feet, as if he had finally stepped onto the ground. He subconsciously looked down and realized that he could finally see his own body, though it appeared somewhat ethereal and transparent, as if it didn't truly belong to a physical entity.

Underfoot are neatly laid-out blue bricks.

The place where he was standing seemed to be a vast palace.

And that golden dragon, which is a hundred meters long, floats above the hall.

It was only at this moment that Tang Wulin could see things more clearly.

There were actually eighteen halos wrapped around this huge golden dragon.

The eighteen halos, each radiating a clear blue light, quietly enveloped its body, like a kind of blockade or suppression.

Tang Wulin looked at the rings of blue light and felt a slight tremor in his heart for no apparent reason.

For some reason, the first thing he thought of was not anything else, but Wu Changkong's sword.

That cool, pure, almost frozen blue.

"You've finally arrived."

Just then, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, golden lights shone all around. The golden lights converged towards the center, finally condensing into a human figure, which slowly landed in front of Tang Wulin.

It was a completely transparent beam of light and shadow.

It can be seen that it is a human outline, but its specific appearance is not clear at all; it seems to be formed by pure light.

"Who are you?" Tang Wulin asked instinctively. "Where am I? Am I dreaming?"

The golden light paused for a moment, its voice seemingly tinged with confusion.

"Maybe so. I don't even know who I really am."

"I am merely a divine consciousness, a divine consciousness left here specifically to guide you."

"This place can be described as your dream, or you could say... it's part of your body."

Tang Wulin was still just a child, and his curiosity overcame his fear.

He looked up at the enormous golden dragon and couldn't help but ask:

"You mean... there's a dragon living inside me?"

The golden light said, "It's not just a dragon."

"It is the Dragon King."

"To be precise, it is all the essence left behind by the Golden Dragon King."

Tang Wulin blinked.

"Then...is it my martial soul?"

The golden light and shadow gently shook their heads.

"no."

"In a sense, it's more like a disaster for you."

Tang Wulin was taken aback.

"disaster?"

"Yes." The golden light's voice remained calm. "The energy contained within the Golden Dragon King is far beyond the limits your current body can withstand. Once it truly erupts, you will die."

dead.

This word is like a bucket of ice water poured over your head.

Tang Wulin froze for a moment.

He was only nine years old and had never really thought about the word seriously.

What will happen to my parents if I die?

He would never see Na'er again.

There's no way to continue cultivating, forging, or growing...

"Am I...am I really going to die?" he asked blankly.

"If it were certain, I wouldn't be here," the golden figure said slowly. "Do as I say, and you have a chance to survive."

"But it will be difficult."

Tang Wulin bit his lip, his face turning pale, but he still asked earnestly:

"So what should I do?"

The golden light looked up at the enormous golden dragon above.

"Now that you've come here, it means you've begun to truly feel its power. Moreover, you're already being influenced by this power in reverse."

"The Golden Dragon King's greatest strength has never been his pure soul power, but his physical body, his pure power. Therefore, his existence will first be reflected in your body."

It looked at Tang Wulin again.

"Is your strength far beyond that of your peers?"

Tang Wulin's heart skipped a beat.

If, upon witnessing all of this, he still thought it might just be a strange and bizarre dream, then, the moment those words left his lips, he already understood—

This is definitely not just a dream.

At least, it won't just be an ordinary dream.

"Yes." He nodded honestly, "I am indeed much stronger than people my age."

The golden light said, "That's because you've already begun to be affected by the Golden Dragon King's power."

"It's inside your body, like a bomb that could explode at any moment."

"Fortunately, a powerful being placed eighteen seals on it, which locked away its most terrifying power layer by layer, giving you a chance to survive."

"But these eighteen seals can only temporarily keep you alive. To truly solve this problem, you can only rely on yourself in the end."

Tang Wulin listened intently, his eyes never blinking.

The golden light and shadow continued:

"The eighteen seals are not simply suppression, but a gradual restriction of the Golden Dragon King's power. If you want to survive, there is only one way—"

"Unseal these seals one by one."

"Then gradually absorb the power released from it, and gradually make it your own."

"Only when you can fully utilize the power within these eighteen seals will you be truly safe."

Tang Wulin couldn't help but ask:

"absorb?"

"Then how should I absorb it?"