Douluo Dragon King: I Have an Minecraft Dimension

The tallest building in the city of Aolai, and also the heart of this small coastal town on the outskirts.

When the towering building came into view, the atmosphere on the bus became somewhat heavy.

After getting out of the car, Tang Heng looked up.

This was the first time he had seen the Spirit Pagoda up close, and even though it was just a branch pagoda, it still possessed a grandeur that was truly awe-inspiring.

The massive tower rises in a spiral shape, its entire body crafted from an unknown silver metal that reflects a cold yet sacred light in the sunlight.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the tower was also engraved with many intricate soul-guiding arrays, and he could detect the faint energy fluctuations emanating from them.

The construction cost of such a giant tower would probably be enough to drain the tax revenue of Aolai City for ten years.

This is the organization founded ten thousand years ago by Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao. In an era when soul beasts were extinct, this organization, which had mastered soul spirit technology, had already controlled the lifeline of all soul masters and grown into a behemoth.

Unfortunately, the Spirit Pagoda has completely deviated from its original purpose when it was founded.

The chosen one ultimately became a puppet of the extraterrestrial demons, and even the consciousness of the plane itself will be completely possessed by someone in the near future.

Oh my, Tang San is so wicked!

"arrive."

Wu Qingfeng had the driver park the car, and looking at the Spirit Pagoda in front of him, he even straightened his collar.

As a Soul Master, and one without any significant background, Wu Qingfeng naturally considered the Spirit Pagoda an inviolable sacred place, one that he had to hold in awe of.

Tang Heng wasn't as nervous as him.

With the resources of an entire world at his back, he has no need to consider the Spirit Pagoda's feelings.

Should we not sell him souls?

I'll kill the live ones myself. He won't even look at the artificial ones; they're not nutritious or healthy.

Following behind Wu Qingfeng, Tang Heng entered the Spirit Pagoda.

The main hall inside the Spirit Pagoda was spacious, surrounded by a ring of doors leading to unknown destinations. In front of it was a counter-like area, behind which sat a Spirit Pagoda master dressed in a gray robe.

Upon seeing them, the spirit medium stood up, his gaze falling on Wu Qingfeng. "Hello, Principal Wu, what can I do for you?"

The term "spiritual connection" refers to a state of being clear-headed and having intuitive understanding of one's thoughts.

Many great soul masters or soul lords need to cultivate for several years to reach this level.

Wu Qingfeng was so excited he could hardly speak. He felt that spending one million federal dollars was absolutely worthwhile, and that he was practically an investment genius reincarnated.

Tang Heng jumped off the machine and rubbed his temples.

His initial high level of mental strength was within his expectations.

The transmigrator's soul was already very powerful, and he also possessed twin martial souls, one of which was the Silver Dragon King, renowned for its spiritual power.

And his third martial soul is connected to a plane, so it would be unreasonable for his mental strength to be weak.

"When can we choose a soul?" Tang Heng asked casually.

"Ah? Now you can. Little genius, please come this way." The staff member also realized what was happening and led the two to the spirit transmission room.

While leading the way, he also reported Tang Heng's specific information to the branch tower master who was on a business trip.

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"Our Aolai City Spirit Tower offers 73 choices of ten-year white spirits and 11 choices of one-hundred-year yellow spirits. Based on your martial spirit and spiritual power, we recommend choosing a spirit containing dragon bloodline."

The staff took out a screen and enthusiastically introduced their own spirit to Tang Heng.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Actually, we have another thousand-year-old soul here. It was originally transported from the Star Luo Continent to be delivered to the Spirit Ascension Platform in Donghai City."

"If you are interested, this thousand-year-old spirit can be sold to you at the price of a hundred-year-old spirit."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qingfeng became interested and asked, "Would you mind telling me about the specifics of this soul spirit?"

The spirit medium manipulated the light screen, and soon detailed information about the spirit appeared before Tang Heng and the others.

The Golden Lion, a spirit of 1,200 years, carries a touch of auspiciousness.

Legend has it that a mutated three-eyed golden lion appeared ten thousand years ago, carrying the fortune of the entire Star Dou Great Forest. It later died for some reason and sacrificed itself to Lingbing Douluo, the first tower master of the Spirit Pagoda.

With an arrogant personality, after being replicated in the Spirit Pagoda of Star Dou City, no one was able to successfully absorb it for three years, so it was sent back to the Douluo Federation.

"She's the one!"

Tang Heng was a little happy. He knew that Aolai City, a small, third-tier city, probably wouldn't have many good soul spirits, so he was prepared to spend time improving the quality of the soul spirits in the MC plane later.

Unexpectedly, there was such a pleasant surprise. Could it be that the consciousness of the plane that has not yet been possessed is exerting its power?

"Xiao Heng, are you sure? Although you have the mental strength to absorb a thousand-year-old soul, this guy is obviously not ordinary. There might be risks," Wu Qingfeng advised after reading the introduction. He also hoped that Tang Heng could have a higher starting point.

However, forcing growth is not necessarily a good thing. The fact that no one could absorb this soul spirit after three years in Star City already proves the problem.

His response was Tang Heng's confident smile:

"It's okay, trust me!"

After a long while, Wu Qingfeng stared at the little golden lion nestled affectionately in Tang Heng's palm, and at the deep purple soul ring that had appeared beneath its feet, unable to shake off the feeling for a long time.

Is this the lingering effect of genius? Indeed, it cannot be judged by ordinary standards.