Douluo Dragon King: I Have an Minecraft Dimension

I calculated the time; Dad should be home from get off work by now.

Tang Heng moved his last remaining resources from his old home to his new home, and then left my world.

The last rays of the setting sun faded into the horizon, and a silver moon hung high in the sky.

Back home, Tang Ziran was sitting at the dining table eating, praising his wife Lang Yue's cooking skills from time to time.

"Dad, I need to tell you something..."

Tang Heng kept it brief and told Tang Ziran about what happened at school that day and Tang Wulin's thoughts.

Tang Ziran listened patiently to her son finish speaking, then glanced at Tang Wulin, who was squatting beside her, staring at her with hopeful eyes.

"Sigh, Wu Lin, I'm already very happy that you have this intention, but the forging profession is very tedious and tiring. Are you sure you can stick with it?"

Tang Wulin nodded and said in his still-childish voice, "Learning forging is not only for myself, but also to ease the burden on my family. No matter how hard or tiring it is, I am willing to do it."

"Dad, why don't you take him to Uncle Mangtian's place for a try? What if he takes a liking to our Wulin? That would prove he has the talent."

"Having multiple skills opens up multiple paths; I think you understand this principle better than I do."

Tang Ziran shook his head, listening to Tang Heng's words, and sincerely sighed, "You're just too sensible. Sometimes I feel like you're the reincarnation of a powerful being from a novel."

Tang Heng smiled and could only say that he was lucky; the Meng Po soup he drank had expired.

"Dad really likes to joke around, just say yes to Wu Lin's request~"

Na'er ran over, and she and Tang Heng each grabbed one of his sleeves, saying in a childish voice, "Please, Daddy, please grant Brother Wu Lin's wish~"

Faced with the double "spell" from his son and daughter, no qualified father could withstand it. Tang Ziran promised to contact Mang Tian after dinner.

"Wuhu! Thank you, Dad!"

"Stop shaking me, I'm still eating."

After the family finished dinner in a happy atmosphere, Tang Ziran called Mang Tian, ​​while Lang Yue and Wu Lin leisurely cleared the table and washed the dishes.

On the other side, Tang Heng took Na'er for a walk in the small park outside.

Under the moonlight, the two strolled hand in hand in a quiet little park.

There are many trees and flowers here, and the air is much better than in other parts of the city. Plus, there aren't many people around at night, making it a great place to take a walk and relax.

But Tang Heng wasn't just there to walk around.

"Na'er, can you sense that special connection between us?"

Na'er tilted her head, closed her eyes to sense it, and then nodded: "Hmm, I can't quite describe the feeling... I just want to get closer to my brother!"

"Very well, I'll infuse you with some soul power later. Please don't resist, okay?"

Na'er nodded obediently. She had a natural affinity for Heng-gege and never thought that he would hurt her.

After receiving the reply, Tang Heng began to mobilize the soul power of the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, transferring it through Na'er's smooth and delicate little hand.

"It's warm and feels so comfortable."

Na'er felt as if she were suddenly on a beach, bathed in the warm sunshine and enjoying the salty sea breeze, the moment the soul power was injected.

Unconsciously, a silvery-white soul power appeared in Na'er's body and flowed back into Tang Heng's body.

After the Silver Dragon King's martial soul essence received the infusion of this silver-white soul power, the stable balance between the two martial souls was broken.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Tang Heng quickly controlled the two primal forces within his body to merge, converging them into a thumb-sized vortex in his dantian, entangled with the primal forces of the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings.

At the center of the vortex, a nine-colored light flashed, and the two streams of Dragon King essence transformed into Dragon God essence under his control.

Although faint and scarce, it is enough to prove that this path is feasible.

Nourished by the Golden Dragon King's essence, the Silver Dragon King within Na'er's body, though still dormant and sealed, instinctively and greedily seized this portion of essence.

Gradually, the warm feeling made both of them feel tired.

Na'er's legs suddenly gave way and she collapsed into Tang Heng's arms.

They were so close that they could even feel each other's heartbeats.

"Na'er, get up..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Heng felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him. The vortex had consumed a lot of his mental energy, leaving him too weak to push away Na'er, who was lying on top of him.

Just before he closed his eyes, Tang Heng hugged Na'er tightly, then fell onto the grass beside him, cushioning himself with his body, while Na'er lay on top of him.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he was awakened by the crying beside him.

Tang Heng rubbed his sleepy eyes and realized that he was no longer in the park, but back in his familiar bedroom.

Sitting by the bed were his worried parents and Tang Wulin, whose face was already wet with tears.

"Mom, my brother is awake!"

Lang Yue quickly grabbed Tang Heng's hand and asked anxiously, "Son, are you alright? How come you and Na'er were sleeping in that kind of place? We couldn't wake you up no matter how hard we tried, we were so worried about you."

Tang Heng shook his head and comforted her, "It's nothing, it's just that my martial soul resonated with Na'er in some way."

Concentrating his mind and looking inward, he spotted a small wisp of nine-colored primordial energy in his dantian.

He had just exhausted his mental energy in order to gather this thing, which caused him to suddenly fall into a deep sleep.

Faced with this situation, Tang Ziran and her husband were at a loss. Lang Yue was not a Soul Master, so she could only ask her husband for help.

Tang Ziran shook his head, clearly indicating that he had never encountered this situation before.

Tang Wulin, on the other hand, already had a preliminary guess in his mind.

"Don't worry, Na'er and I are fine. Mom and Dad, you should go back and rest."

Since their son had said so, Tang Ziran and his wife had no choice but to believe him, and then they walked out of the bedroom together.

Tang Heng ran his fingertips through the fragrant strands of silvery-white hair, looked at Na'er's peaceful sleeping face, and, unwilling to disturb her, quietly got out of bed.

Let's squeeze in and sleep together tonight.

"Okay, brother."

After washing up and changing into his pajamas, Tang Heng crawled into bed.

Tang Wulin lay to his left, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, and said thoughtfully, "Brother, does Na'er also have a low-level dragon beast like me inside her?"

"Yes, you guessed right."

Tang Heng didn't intend to hide it from his younger brother. The two of them were going to meet again later anyway, and at that time they would realize the attraction between their martial souls.

My appearance merely shortened the time of this process considerably.

"If that's the case, once Na'er's martial soul awakens, can the three of us cultivate together?"

"In theory it's possible, but there are still risks."

Tang Heng said this.

The risk here refers to Tang San's consciousness hiding in Tang Wulin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Sometimes he really wondered if Tang San truly cared about his son, or whether he viewed him as a father.

Despite being damaged by the spatial turbulence, a wisp of divine consciousness within Tang Wulin was still able to communicate in real time, overcoming countless distances and the obstruction of black holes.

Here comes the most important point: the power of the sea god has a powerful purifying ability.

When his parents were killed by the Blood Demon Curse, the Sea God could have directly purified the curse and then killed the Blood Demon by following the curse. However, he chose to go through the most troublesome process of teleporting their bodies. Wouldn't that leave behind the divine consciousness of "Old Tang" as multiple layers of protection?

Here's the key point: if it were truly possible to teleport across a black hole and over a long distance, then after they escaped the black hole, Tang San could have easily brought Tang Wulin back across space once he sensed Tang Wulin's aura. So why didn't he do it?

Everything was so illogical, the reasons were full of holes.

Tang Wulin gradually fell asleep as steady breathing filled the air around him.

Tang Heng stared at the ceiling, already having a plan in mind for how to eliminate Tang San's consciousness.