Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect: Starting with a Bond to God King Tang San

Chapter 123 Tang San's Life Is Worse Than Death

Deng Mu took a deep breath and began to try to merge the life force within his body with that newly born destructive force.

He carefully channeled his life force, causing it to flow like a trickle towards the power of destruction.

At first, the life force came into contact with the destructive force, causing a slight energy ripple, and the two probed and repelled each other.

Deng Mu focused his mind and slowly increased the output of his life force, attempting to calm the raging destructive power.

The destructive power, like burning black flames, leaped and tumbled, constantly impacting Deng Mu's meridians, attempting to break free of control.

The life force, on the other hand, is like a soft green halo, striving to envelop and permeate the destructive force.

As life force continued to be injected, the agitation of the destructive force gradually weakened, and it began to show signs of accepting life force.

Deng Mu keenly perceived this change and accelerated the integration process.

He guided the two forces to intertwine and entwine, like weaving a fine rope.

Gradually, the boundary between the power of life and the power of destruction became blurred, and they began to merge into a chaotic energy that slowly rotated within Deng Mu's body.

This energy sometimes shimmers with the vibrant green of life, and at other times bursts forth with the dark destructive force, shifting unpredictably.

Deng Mu dared not slacken in the slightest; he focused intently on guiding this chaotic energy, compressing and purifying it continuously.

Under his guidance, the chaotic energy gradually shrank in size, but the energy contained within it became increasingly violent and turbulent.

Sometimes a branch of life force tries to break free, and sometimes the power of destruction unleashes a frenzied counterattack. The balance between the two is like a small boat in a raging storm, teetering on the brink of capsizing, and the slightest misstep could lead to the loss of all previous efforts.

By constantly adjusting the ratio and fusion rhythm of the two forces, the chaotic energy finally began to show signs of stabilization as time slowly passed.

The previously turbulent energy fluctuations gradually subsided, and the life force and the destructive force ceased their struggle and truly merged into one, forming the force of creation.

"Um?"

To Deng Mu's surprise, the creative power he had formed began to affect the divine core within his body.

Seeing this, Deng Mu was both surprised and delighted. He quickly composed himself and focused all his attention on the divine core within his body.

The creative power, like a nimble sprite, seeped into the divine core in wisps and strands.

At first, the divine core resisted this unfamiliar and powerful force, and a faint ripple of light appeared on its surface, attempting to block the power of creation from entering.

But Deng Mu would not give up easily. With his precise control over his own power, he carefully guided the power of creation, slowly invading from the weakest point of the divine core.

As the power of creation deepened, subtle changes began to occur within the divine core's internal structure.

The core area, which originally contained an aura of pure destruction, was gradually enveloped by a soft and vibrant halo.

That is the power of creation gradually transforming the essence of the divine core, turning it from a single attribute of destruction into a more mysterious and powerful attribute of creation.

Deng Mu could clearly feel that the energy density inside the divine core was increasing rapidly, and every bit of creative power that was incorporated was like injecting a new life force into the divine core.

The size of the divine core also began to slowly expand, as if it were nurturing a new and more powerful form of energy.

However, the process was not without its challenges.

From time to time, unstable energy surges erupt from within the divine core, attempting to return to its original state.

This forced Deng Mu to remain vigilant at all times, constantly adjusting the input speed and angle of creative power in order to maintain the balance within the divine core.

Under Deng Mu's careful control, the fusion of the power of creation and the divine core gradually got on track.

As time goes by, the proportion of creative power within the divine core is increasing. From its initial wisps, it now occupies nearly ten percent of the divine core's energy space.

With each increase, the aura emanating from the divine core became more mysterious and powerful, and Deng Mu could clearly feel the connection between himself and this power becoming increasingly close.

At this crucial moment, Deng Mu's body also began to undergo some subtle changes.

A faint glow emanated from his skin, sometimes displaying the vibrant green of life, sometimes shimmering with the dark black of destruction, ultimately weaving together a unique, mysterious luster representing the power of creation.

His aura became increasingly deep and restrained, like a volcano about to erupt. Although it appeared calm on the outside, it contained powerful energy capable of changing the world.

Finally, when the creative power within the divine core reached ten percent, the entire divine core suddenly trembled violently, and then burst forth with a dazzling light.

The light instantly illuminated Deng Mu's entire body. His meridians, bones, and flesh were all permeated by this powerful force, as if he had undergone a transformative baptism.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Deng Mu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze now bright and refreshed.

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On the other side, in the realm of gods.

Tang San was leisurely strolling with Xiao Wu in the God Realm, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

Suddenly, without warning, his body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by an invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain spread from the depths of his soul, instantly engulfing his entire body.

His facial muscles contorted instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks like rain, dripping onto the grass at his feet.

Tang San covered his head with his hands, his legs trembled involuntarily, and his body was slightly bent, as if he was bearing a heavy burden.

Each breath became extremely difficult; his chest heaved violently, and low groans escaped his throat, as if he were desperately trying to suppress the unbearable pain.

Xiao Wu was startled by Tang San's sudden change in behavior, her face paling. She rushed forward, tightly supporting Tang San's swaying body with both hands, her eyes filled with panic and worry: "Third Brother, what's wrong? Third Brother! Wake up!"

Xiao Wu's voice was choked with sobs as she kept shaking Tang San's arm, trying to wake him up.

Despite the excruciating pain, Tang San forced open his eyes and looked at Xiao Wu's anxious face. With all his might, he managed a weak smile: "Xiao Wu, don't... worry, I... I'm fine."

However, his pale face and trembling lips clearly told of the immense torment he was enduring.

At this moment, Tang San felt as if the divine power within his body had fallen into a chaotic torrent, frantically impacting every inch of his meridians and internal organs.

(End of this chapter)