Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

"Have you found them all?"

The moment that voice rang in his mind, Tang Wulin's extremely tense heart almost suddenly relaxed.

It was like groping in the dark for a long time before finally hearing someone respond.

The next moment, he felt a slight dizziness, and the forging workshop in front of him quickly receded into the distance. When he could see his surroundings again, he was standing in that dark space once more.

The pale golden light still stood quietly before him.

This time, however, Tang Wulin's feelings were completely different from the last time.

It felt like a dream last time.

This time, however, he was clearly sitting sober in his studio, yet he was still brought here.

This shows that what we are seeing is definitely not just a dream.

"Yes, I've found them all." Tang Wulin looked at the golden figure, still feeling a little nervous, but he mustered his courage and asked, "How should I address you?"

The light emanating from the golden figure seemed to pause slightly.

After a moment, it slowly said, "Just call me Old Tang."

"Old Tang?"

Tang Wulin repeated it subconsciously.

For some reason, as soon as he uttered those two words, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Does he also have the surname Tang?

Just like me?

"It's just a name," Old Tang's voice remained calm. "Alright, time waits for no one. I've already sensed the aura of those three spiritual objects. It's quite an achievement for you to gather them all in such a short time."

As he said this, his tone became slightly more somber.

"Are you ready to break through the first seal?"

Tang Wulin was taken aback.

"What else needs to be prepared?"

Old Tang said, "Patience, strength, courage, perseverance."

Tang Wulin remained silent for a moment.

Old Tang continued, "When the seal is broken, you will suffer immense pain. That pain may shake you, cause you to succumb, or even make you give up. If you don't have enough patience and willpower, you won't be able to withstand the power released from the seal."

"At that point, failure will no longer be just failure."

"You may face utter ruin."

Tang Wulin's face paled slightly.

"You didn't mention these things last time. Didn't you say that as long as we find those three things, we can..."

"Do you think a seal that could threaten your life would be so easily broken?"

Old Tang's voice wasn't harsh, but it still gave Tang Wulin a jolt.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If you want something, you must pay the corresponding price."

"Soul Masters are like this, blacksmiths are like this, and your life is like this too."

"Without enduring the tedium, pain, and perseverance that most people can hardly bear, how can one become strong?"

Tang Wulin remained silent.

Old Tang said, "The essence of the Golden Dragon King within the seal will fuse with your body. This process is equivalent to reforging your physical body. If the fusion is successful, your strength and physique will be enhanced. But before that, you must first endure the pain brought about by the transformation itself."

"You're still young."

"But you have no other choice."

The dark space fell silent.

Tang Wulin lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

He was only nine years old, but his father had taught him many principles since he was very young. He didn't fully understand many of these words back then, but he silently remembered them. But now, he suddenly felt that he actually understood what Old Tang was saying.

When you have no other choice, the only thing you can do is keep moving forward.

He still needs to go find his parents.

We still need to find Na'er.

They also need to win the promotion tournament together with Xie Xie and Gu Yue.

He's in such a hurry to gather these three things, isn't it all to seize that one chance to become stronger?

Now that we've come this far, where is there any room for retreat?

Tang Wulin slowly raised his head, his gaze gradually becoming steady.

"Since there's no other choice, then I'm sure I can do it."

Old Tang looked at him but didn't speak immediately.

Tang Wulin continued, "Please tell me what to do now."

Old Tang nodded.

"First, find a quiet place where you won't be disturbed for several days. Take care of everything around you."

"Then, prepare a sealable container. Place the Hundred-Year Ice Crystal Fruit and the Hundred-Year Crimson Flame Fruit into it at the same time, then quickly pour in the ten drops of blood from the Hundred-Year Dragon Soul Beast, and seal the container."

"Wait until everything in the container has completely calmed down before drinking the fused spiritual liquid."

"After that, I will guide you to begin breaking through the first seal."

Tang Wulin carefully memorized every word.

"it is good."

Old Tang added, "Remember, before taking it, make sure you're in peak condition. Your soul power, physical strength, and spirit should all be restored as much as possible."

"Most importantly, you must have a calm mind and a steady will."

……

Tang Wulin opened his eyes again.

Before us was still Mangtian's forging workshop.

On the table, the two boxes and the small bottle remained. Outside, the wind and rain intensified, the gale lashing against the window with a heavy howl. Raindrops, like pebbles thrown about, pounded against the walls and roof.

In the distance, there was the sound of rolling thunder.

Each explosion felt like it was tearing the entire world apart.

Tang Wulin glanced at the three spiritual items on the table, but did not make a move immediately.

He first took out his soul-guided communicator and dialed Xie Xie's number.

The call was ringing for quite a while before it was finally connected.

"Feed? Wu Lin?" Xie Xie's voice was broken by the wind and rain, "Why aren't you back yet? The typhoon is here, where are you now?"

Tang Wulin said, "I'm fine. When I left the Blacksmith Association, the typhoon had already started, so I came straight to the blacksmith workshop. The wind and rain outside are too strong, so I won't go back tonight. I'll just finish my blacksmithing task here. I just wanted to let you know so you can rest assured. Can you hear me?"

"It's a bit blurry, but I can roughly hear it." Xie Xie breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're alright. The typhoon is a good thing. I'll use these few days to cultivate in seclusion and maybe I can even break through to the second ring in one go. When that happens, I'll beat those guys from Class One to a pulp."

Tang Wulin couldn't help but say, "Don't be too hasty. Safety first, don't force things."

Xie Xie chuckled.

"Don't worry, Teacher Wu is going to give me some extra help. It was supposed to be the three of us together, but you didn't come back. I'll cover for you while you're with the teacher. Come back as soon as the typhoon gets better."

"Okay, sure."

After hanging up the call, Tang Wulin checked the doors and windows one last time.

Only after confirming that everything was locked did he return to the table.

Trying to force growth by pulling up seedlings?

He looked at the three items on the table and gave a bitter smile to himself.

What I'm about to do is probably what truly constitutes forcing growth.

But he didn't have time.

There was no better option.

He found a sealed container in the workshop. This wasn't difficult for a blacksmith. Forging sealed containers was one of the most basic training exercises.

Tang Wulin thought for a moment, and finally took out his usual metal sealed water cup and placed it on the table.

He stopped just as he was about to reach out.

No.

Old Tang once said that one must maintain peak performance.

Keep your mind calm and your will steady.

He took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged again, and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Soul power flowed slowly through his body, fatigue gradually subsided, and the chaotic aura caused by the rush and emotional turmoil gradually calmed down.

The wind and rain outside never stopped.

Inside the room, only his breathing could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, when Tang Wulin opened his eyes again, he felt completely refreshed and his mind was much calmer than before.

This time, he did not hesitate.

He quickly stood up and poured the century-old Ice Crystal Fruit and the century-old Crimson Flame Fruit into a metal cup. Then, he opened the small bottle containing the blood of a century-old dragon-type soul beast.

As soon as the bottle was opened, a dark purple blood-like scent with a faint fishy smell wafted out.

Without pausing, Tang Wulin poured all the blood from the bottle into the cup.

The instant the blood fell into the cup, a powerful energy surge suddenly erupted.

The metal cup began to vibrate slightly.

Tang Wulin reacted quickly, immediately covering the cup with the lid to seal it completely.

The next moment, a series of soft popping sounds came from the cup.

He had just grabbed the cup when he suddenly let go.

The cup suddenly turned bright red and scalding hot.

But before the heat could fully spread, the red color quickly faded, replaced by a layer of visible frost.

Ice and fire collide fiercely in the cup.

Faintly, Tang Wulin seemed to hear a very low dragon roar coming from the cup.

Both the century-old Crimson Flame Fruit and the century-old Ice Crystal Fruit have begun to possess spirituality.

Fire and ice are two extremes, and being sealed in a small container, they naturally repel each other violently. The addition of the blood of a hundred-year-old dragon-type soul beast acts as a catalyst, causing these two forces to not only attack each other but also begin to undergo a strange fusion.

Tang Wulin subconsciously took a few steps back.

He could feel an immense power surging within his metal cup.

It won't really explode, will it?

That would mean all our previous efforts were in vain.

Fortunately, the popping sounds in the cup gradually subsided.

The alternating red and blue colors on the cup gradually calmed down.

However, Tang Wulin could still faintly sense that it contained an astonishing energy.

This feeling is strange.

It didn't seem like something he saw with his eyes, nor something he heard with his ears; rather, it was like some kind of information that appeared directly in his mind.

wrong.

It did not appear naturally.

This feeling only became apparent after he opened the bottle of blood from a hundred-year-old dragon-type soul beast.

It seemed that it was the aura in the dragon's blood that allowed him to sense the changes in the fusion of the spiritual objects in the cup.

Tang Wulin remembered Old Tang's words and dared not delay.

He strode forward and reached out to pick up the metal cup.

Strangely, the cup had returned to its normal temperature, only slightly warm.

He slowly opened the cup lid.

Suddenly, a strange smell, mixed with the stench of blood, coldness, and heat, hit him, almost making Tang Wulin sneeze.