Chapter 57: Where Is My Ah Yin?!
"Ah Yin! Where is my Ah Yin?!"
In the endless, silent void of the universe, a towering figure suddenly awoke.
His eyes blazed blood-red, as if emerging from a terrible nightmare.
Immediately, the Clear Sky Hammer rose behind him.
This man was none other than the current ruler of the Douluo Continent's plane—Tang Hao.
Ever since the blessed child of Douluo's fate ascended to the God Realm tens of thousands of years ago, the Divine King Tang San had ordered his parents below to secretly take control of the continent.
Ah Yin became the Core of Nature. Tang Hao, the Plane's Master.
Now awakening from his slumber, Tang Hao's face twisted in dread—his Ah Yin was gone.
"But how is that possible? Ah Yin is divine. The God Realm may have fallen, but no one alive can harm a god."
Besides, his son was the Lord of the God Realm. Every god would give Tang San respect.
Who would possibly dare to target them?
He shook his head. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
He had not yet fully devoured the consciousness of the Douluo Plane to become its true master. For now, he was still suppressing the violent backlash of the plane's will, preventing Douluo from breaking its own restraints.
As a result, he couldn't observe the entire continent clearly.
Otherwise, when the Eternal Heaven descended upon Shrek Academy, there was no way he wouldn't have known.
Everything happening now was due to the Douluo Plane's resistance.
"Your struggle is meaningless!"
Tang Hao sneered. He knew it wouldn't be long before he completely consumed the plane's will and became the true master.
Even if the God Realm no longer existed, that didn't mean one couldn't wield its power.
Level 100 was simply a divine system limit—a law set by the Gods.
Now that the God Realm had vanished, someone still had to suppress Douluo, lest it grow too rapidly and ruin Tang Wulin's training arc.
Gazing into the gray mist before him, Tang Hao smirked coldly. The massive Clear Sky Hammer descended with a swing, sending ripples of void energy through space and dispersing the encroaching fog.
His mission was clear—to hold off the Abyssal Plane's full invasion until Tang Wulin could rise. This was the trial left for his son.
An Abyssal Holy Monarch possessing the strength of a first-rank god but without a god seat—
Even though Tang Hao himself ranked as a second-class god, he held a true divine title and commanded an entire plane.
And if all else failed, he would simply flip the table.
Everything was under his son's divine plan.
"Don't come closer!"
Inside a small dorm room, little Tang Wulin was cornered against the wall, trembling in fear.
Ever since Jiang Chen had casually mentioned Tang Wulin's "special traits"—his possible possession of an advanced dragon bloodline—and after Wang Jinxi's own tests during training, there was no doubt that Wulin's presence suppressed his martial soul.
No—this wasn't just suppression.
Whenever he released that bloodline aura in battle, Wang Jinxi felt all his strength vanish, all resistance crushed beneath that primal dominance. The gap in levels meant nothing anymore.
And his martial soul was the Bone Dragon King!
For something to suppress that bloodline… it had to be one of the top-tier dragon lineages, perhaps even comparable to the Spirit Pagoda's Vice Master, the Black Dragon King, Di Tian himself.
If Tang Wulin carried such a level of pedigree—
Indeed, Wang Jinxi's martial soul grew visibly stronger with continued contact.
Training near Tang Wulin even seemed to induce positive mutation.
And a martial soul mutation—wasn't that the highest miracle for any soul master?
Every one who succeeded rose to the top among the strongest.
Notable examples included members of the Body Sect whose main bodies awakened twice, or those whose martial souls evolved after a bloodline awakening.
This opportunity—this was heaven's fortune!
Of course, mutation risked sabotaging his Martial Soul Fusion Technique with Zhang Yangzi, his old partner. But there were always solutions.
In the original timeline, Wang Jinxi gave up this chance to preserve their fusion ability.
But now, with the advancement of contract spirit souls, even without Tang Wulin's influence, continued bonding could alter a martial soul's bloodline—and eventually affect the fusion technique too.
This very concept had become one of the Spirit Pagoda's core research pursuits:
How to maintain fusion techniques even after soul variation—or even to create one through induced mutation between non-compatible martial souls!
The first scenario had already been accomplished at the Pagoda, though the second—creating new fusions from scratch—was proving far more difficult.
Ancient texts mentioned Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao, who held the Spiritual Eye and Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion martial souls, yet could perform a fusion technique with the Haotian Hammer and Bright Dragon Butterfly of Dragon Butterfly Douluo.
Four unrelated martial souls—yet a successful fusion.
An unsolved mystery.
Perhaps, back then, Huo Yuhao already possessed the means to artificially trigger fusion techniques!
For now, Tang Wulin was the one suffering.
Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi had both moved into his dormitory. All three trained together nightly.
By maintaining the state of fusion while bathing in Tang Wulin's bloodline aura, they maximized the chances of preserving their fusion abilities while absorbing his dragon essence.
Even Zhang Yangzi's martial soul improved, though it didn't mutate.
Still, three boys training in constant martial fusion was… awkward enough to explain nothing in words.
But given that Wang Jinxi's family carried the Bone Dragon lineage, things made sense.
Their clan not only held a Bone Dragon ancestor Spirit Soul but also numerous draconic treasures.
To unlock the second Golden Dragon King seal, four specific draconic spiritual materials were needed:
The Thousand-Year Dragon Scale Fruit, the Thousand-Year Green Vein Vine, the Thousand-Year Earth Dragon Tendon, and the Thousand-Year Sea Dragon Essence.
All priceless treasures, fetching millions each time they appeared on the market.
An impossible task for Tang Wulin.
He couldn't just leech off his master again. That wasn't his nature.
Tang San had lectured him countless times in his mind—"You've already become his disciple! What your master has is yours. It's called investment. Pay it back when you're strong!"
Tang San himself had once given his master Yu Xiaogang the rare Nine-Grade Purple Zhi immortal herb, helping his martial soul evolve and break past level 30.
But Tang Wulin wouldn't budge. He refused to burden his teacher.
His master had already accepted him, taught him forging, and given him purpose. He wouldn't ask for more—especially something so precious.
Fortunately, families with dragon bloodlines hoarded such treasures.
Wang Jinxi's clan, whose Bone Dragon mutated into the Bone Dragon King, was enormously powerful. If it could mutate again... the potential was limitless.
For the chance of martial soul evolution—and for the bond with the saintly craftsman's disciple—his family decided without hesitation.
They gifted all four spirit treasures to Tang Wulin.
The Second Seal of the Golden Dragon King—
Open!
(END CHAPTER)
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