Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

The liquid in the metal cup didn't look like anything good.

It was a very deep purple.

Thick, murky, and constantly bubbling with tiny bubbles. At first glance, it even resembled muddy water churning up from the depths of a swamp.

Tang Wulin stared at it for a moment.

Then, he closed his eyes.

There is no turning back.

Parents have left, a group of soldiers are pressing in, the Golden Dragon King is sealed, and there's the death line that looms over me from before I was ten years old.

He gripped the metal cup tightly, tilted his head back, and drank the liquid in one gulp.

Surprisingly, the liquid wasn't as unpalatable as it looked or smelled.

Upon entering the mouth, a strange warmth emerged, tinged with a slightly sweet and fishy taste, and a faint aroma. The slippery liquid slid down the throat and into the stomach, like a warm mass, quickly sinking deep into the body.

The next moment, the warmth spread out.

My limbs, chest, abdomen, back, and even my fingertips felt as if they were gently enveloped in a layer of warmth.

Tang Wulin couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Surprisingly... it's quite comfortable.

Just one sip would probably cost more than a million federal dollars.

The Ice Crystal Fruit and Crimson Flame Fruit are relatively easy to obtain, but the rarest item is the bottle of blood from a hundred-year-old soul beast containing dragon blood. That kind of thing isn't something you can necessarily buy just because you have money.

He paused for a moment, then immediately came to his senses.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

He took two steps back, and instead of sitting back in the chair, he sat down cross-legged on the ground.

In case of any violent physical reaction, at least you won't fall to the ground.

Concentrate, meditate, and circulate your soul power.

That should be the case.

He used his soul power to catalyze the effects of the spiritual object, and then waited for Old Tang to guide him to break through the first seal.

Tang Wulin closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing.

But the next moment, an indescribable sense of unease erupted from every corner of his body without warning.

It felt like my blood was suddenly boiling.

It felt like every pore was spewing out scalding hot air.

Caught completely off guard, the intense heat instantly engulfed his entire body. Tang Wulin let out a muffled groan, almost losing his cross-legged posture.

heat.

too hot.

It felt like being thrown into a furnace.

Sweat poured out almost instantly, quickly soaking his clothes. Tang Wulin's body trembled violently, and faint golden lines began to slowly appear on his forehead, neck, and the back of his hands.

The lines were initially very shallow, like fine lines hidden beneath the skin.

Soon, they spread along the shoulders, back, chest, abdomen, and limbs. The patterns intertwined, forming a fine net, gradually becoming clearer from a blurred outline.

Tang Wulin, on the other hand, was so red that he looked as if he had been boiled.

It's so hot.

It's so hot.

He gritted his teeth.

Old Tang once said that we must be patient, strong, and persistent.

He can't fall down right from the start.

However, the meager level 12 soul power within his body almost instantly spiraled out of control the moment the heatwave erupted. His soul power surged wildly through his meridians, making it impossible to maintain his meditative state. Tang Wulin's vision turned blood red, and his consciousness seemed to sway as if roasted by the intense heat.

Is my body... melting away?

The golden net-like patterns on his body became increasingly clear.

Just when he was about to give up, the intense heat suddenly receded like a tide.

The intense, almost tearing pain then disappeared.

When people are in a normal state, they often don't realize how precious normalcy is. But when someone is just released from extreme pain, the moment of relief is almost intoxicating.

Tang Wulin was in that situation at that moment.

After the heatwave subsided, he felt as if his entire body had been steamed through, leaving him weak and limp. Every muscle was trembling, and he couldn't even be bothered to lift a finger.

But before he could truly relax, a chill rose from the deepest part of his body.

The chill came on very quickly.

At first, it was just a little cold, but in the next instant, it was as if countless cold currents were simultaneously seeping out from the cracks in my bones, rushing through my blood vessels and meridians, and instantly spreading throughout my body.

The previously reddish skin, which had not completely faded, quickly turned bluish-white.

cold.

It was so cold that it felt like my blood was about to freeze.

Tang Wulin's body trembled even more violently. His jaw chattered uncontrollably, making a soft, cracking sound.

His clothes were the first to succumb to the extreme heat and cold, tearing apart and turning into powder that scattered from his body.

Only the golden net-like patterns remained.

On the contrary, in this alternation of hot and cold, they became even brighter, like a golden net truly embedded in his body, tightly enveloping his entire being.

Tang Wulin could no longer feel his own soul power.

That little bit of soul power was as insignificant as a speck of dust in a storm in the face of these two completely opposite forces, and could not alleviate his pain in the slightest.

So cold.

My heartbeat seemed to slow down.

Everything before my eyes began to blur, and even my thoughts seemed to be frozen.

Is this the power of the Hundred-Year Ice Crystal Fruit and the Hundred-Year Crimson Flame Fruit?

So this is really how painful it is.

He was unaware that, when the Ice Crystal Fruit and the Crimson Flame Fruit were of similar age, they could indeed be used for a near-cruel body tempering method.

The body is tempered by ice and fire.

The flesh and blood are steamed by extreme heat and then compressed and condensed by extreme cold. If one can endure this, the body's strength will naturally be enhanced.

However, this method is not something that just anyone can try.

Under normal circumstances, a higher-level harmonizing spirit is needed as a buffer, and a powerful soul master with a cultivation level far exceeding that of the user is needed to protect the body and guide the medicinal power to gradually integrate into the body.

Mu Chen was willing to give up these three things because he believed that Tang Wulin must have someone behind him controlling the process.

He had no idea that Tang Wulin would dare to consume these three spiritual items alone on a typhoon night.

For an ordinary first-ring Soul Master, a hundred-year-old spirit fruit is already an extremely potent substance.

Even if a three-ring Soul Master were to consume it rashly, it could damage their foundation and leave behind hidden dangers that are difficult to recover from.

Moreover, Tang Wulin is only level twelve at the moment.

I don't know how much time passed.

The extreme cold finally subsided little by little.

Tang Wulin's spirits gradually recovered somewhat.

But his body felt like it no longer belonged to him. Numb, stiff, and unable to move. Strangely, his consciousness was exceptionally clear; he could even clearly see the golden net-like pattern on his body flickering on and off.

Old Tang...

where are you?

What should I do now?

Tang Wulin desperately called out in his heart.

But Old Tang acted as if he had never appeared, offering no response whatsoever.

Tang Wulin's heart sank.

But at this moment, he had no way out.

He couldn't move or stop, and could only let the three spiritual entities continue to surge, collide, and wreak havoc within his body.

After a moment, my body gradually recovered from the stiffness, and the comfort of breaking free from the pain reappeared.

This time, however, Tang Wulin did not relax.

First it was scorching hot.

Then comes extreme cold.

So, next, it should be the turn of the hundred-year-old dragon soul beast blood to play its role, right?

What could it be this time?

As it turned out, he was right.

But when the real pain arrived, he realized that the heat and cold he had experienced before were merely the beginning compared to what was happening now.

It was a feeling that crawled out from the deepest part of the body.

It was as if countless tiny ants were crawling out of his limbs and bones, into his muscles, internal organs, and bones, wriggling and gnawing little by little.

It's not just simple pain.

It's not just a simple itch.

It was a tingling, itchy, and tearing sensation that drove people almost mad.

"ah--"

Tang Wulin finally couldn't help but scream out in agony.

He tried to reach out and scratch, to dig that feeling out of his body, but his body just wouldn't obey him, and even moving a little was incredibly difficult.

The most frightening thing is that he was too clear-headed.

So alert that you can fully perceive the changes happening in every bone, every blood vessel, and every muscle.

I can't take it anymore.

I really can't take it anymore.

He was trembling violently, and his face was contorted with pain.

What should I do?

Why is this happening?

Just as his consciousness was about to be overwhelmed by pain, Old Tang's voice finally rang out again.

This time, the voice was much lower than before.

"If you can't bear it, the only result is death."

"If you want to survive, you have to be strong enough."

"Any pain will eventually pass in the face of strength and courage."

"Learning to persevere will open the door to success for you."

Tang Wulin's spirits jolted.

death.

Yes.

If I can't get through this, then I'll really have nothing left.

He cannot die.

He still has so much to do.

He's going to find his mom and dad.

We need to find Na'er.

To become a powerful Soul Master.

To become a powerful mech pilot.

You will use the metal you forge yourself to create your own mecha.

He also had to stand on the stage of the promotion competition with Xie Xie and Gu Yue to face the three so-called geniuses from Class 1 of the first year.

He hasn't seen the truly vast world yet.

We haven't reached the "ahead" that my father mentioned yet.

How could you die here?

A strong sense of resentment welled up from the depths of Tang Wulin's heart.

After the resentment comes obsession.

I want to live.

I want to become stronger.

The pain didn't seem to have disappeared, but it was as if it had been forcibly suppressed by this obsession.

The tingling sensation began to recede from my limbs and bones, gradually converging towards my spine.

What Tang Wulin couldn't see was that the golden patterns on his body were gradually being covered by a layer of purple aura. The purple aura carried a faint fishy smell, but it only lasted for a moment before being gradually devoured and dissolved by the golden patterns.

It's like nutrients being absorbed.

The purple color gradually faded.

The gold color, however, became even brighter.

The tingling and itching sensation gradually disappeared.

Tang Wulin was panting heavily, as if he had just struggled to the surface from the bottom of the water. As his senses gradually returned, he discovered that he could move his limbs again.

has it ended?

The seal has been broken?

The moment he had this thought, Old Tang's cold voice rang in his mind.

"Get ready."

"This is just the beginning."

Tang Wulin's breath hitched.

Just beginning?

Before he could react, a sudden burst of sensations—heat, cold, and tingling—erupted from the depths of his body.

In that instant, he felt as if he had been swallowed up.

All senses shattered.

The scream had barely escaped his mouth when everything went blank.