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"Plotting against that Auspicious Beast? It's its honor to become a part of Xiao Qi and provide the foundation for her to become a God!"
Facing Di Tian's accusations, Tang San's Divine Sense showed a mocking indifference, but his heart sank.
His first chance to strike had been used up. Fighting again would require using his second chance, but if he did, this wisp of Divine Sense, without physical nourishment, would find it very difficult to remain clear-headed.
"No matter what, I must retrieve the Golden Dragon Spear!"
With a firm resolve, Tang San's Divine Sense feigned nonchalance, pointing his trident at Di Tian and the others, and shouted from afar:
"You rats are as weak as ants before this God King. If you return the Golden Dragon Spear now and kneel in repentance, this God King can spare your lives. Otherwise, when this God King returns…"
"A mere wisp of Divine Sense, why are you acting so Divine Qi?! This King demands repayment for the Auspicious Beast's blood debt!"
Di Tian shot forward, his palm transforming into a scaly Dragon Claw in mid-air, actually reaching out to grab the Sea God Trident's imprint.
What's bending the Golden Dragon Spear? Clashing with a Divine Artifact imprint is the real skill!
The Imperial Auspicious Beast had fallen, its Luck taken away, and the Star Dou Great Forest had since suffered continuous misfortune. Tang San, standing before them, was responsible for all the blood debt!
At the same time, the Ten Thousand Demons King, Zi Ji, and the unsealed Xiong Jun and Evil Soul Master Puppets, who had broken free as time passed, also attacked, ganging up on Tang San's Divine Sense!
"You ignorant fools, Formless Storm!"
Tang San's Divine Sense went berserk, shaking the Sea God Trident's imprint and activating the Formless Storm, which the former Sea God had created and was hailed as the strongest control Spirit Ability in the God Realm. In the blink of an eye, large golden halos appeared in the sky.
Outside the battlefield, Na'er's eyes flashed with a bright light. She said to Gu Yue, "I'll lend you the silver dragon spear, and you lend me the Golden Dragon Spear, quickly!"
Gu Yue looked at her in surprise, "What do you want to do?"
Na'er summoned her Spirit and, taking the initiative, said, "Stop asking me. Do you want the silver dragon spear? Do you want the Golden Dragon King's Seal energy?"
"Of course, I do."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yue no longer hesitated. She handed over the Golden Dragon Spear and grabbed the other party's silver dragon spear, a beautiful curve appearing on her lips.
Her own Divine Artifact was still the most convenient.
Amidst the earth-shattering battle, two graceful figures quietly approached the battlefield.
At a certain moment, a flash of light appeared, and both the Golden and silver dragon spears simultaneously emerged, piercing Tang Wulin's body from back to front.
Eighteen golden Seal wheels appeared on his body, the first six shattering rapidly in succession. Streams of energy essence surged out along the Dragon Spears.
"No~~!"
Tang San's Divine Sense let out a heart-wrenching roar, his blue-gold eyes instantly turning blood-red.
"You will all die, you will all die!"
"So much nonsense, take this King's Dragon God Claw!"
Di Tian transformed into his Black Dragon True Body, opening a spatial shift behind him. Seven-colored light shimmered on his Black Dragon Claw as he smashed it towards the Golden trident.
"Boom—"
After an earth-shattering collision, the deserted park was leveled.
"Tang San, everything today is just the beginning. We will repay the blood debt of the Auspicious Beast and Star Dou to you, sooner or later!"
The voices of Di Tian and the other Vicious Beasts faded into the sky. Tang San's Divine Sense looked at the devastated land with sorrow and indignation, roaring madly within:
"Why? Why did the Spirit Beasts of Douluo Star attack Wulin and ruin my supposedly flawless plan! Why is it so difficult to do something for Douluo Star?!"
"By doing this, you're affecting my ten-thousand-year plan. You will all die, you will all die!"
Clusters of sea-blue light mist covered the restless twelve-layer Seal. The Sea God Trident's imprint rapidly burned, as if fighting a mad golden Dragon.
"Tang San, this is your retribution! Do you see? This King's sister will avenge this King!"
The mad Dragon roar almost shattered Tang San's Divine Sense. The Golden Dragon King let out a victor's laugh.
Besides him, there was another Dragon King in the Dragon Clan who had not fallen. Although his sister's strength was far inferior to his, it was enough to stir up a wisp of Tang San's Divine Sense.
"Damn it, your Dragon Clan should die, all Dragon Clan should die…"
Deep within Tang Wulin's Sea of Consciousness, the solemn and sacred palace collapsed under the Golden Dragon King's counterattack. Tang San's Divine Sense was shocked, his eyes splitting, as he desperately tried to maintain the stability of the Seal.
Half an hour later, the floating Golden trident's imprint burned out, and Tang Wulin's body fell heavily.
As his eyes closed, Tang San's Divine Sense inwardly examined his son's body, a hint of Luck appearing on his tightly furrowed brow.
"Fortunately, there's still a bit of residue left from the six-layer Seal. I can absorb some, and Wulin can absorb some."
"After this, I don't know how long I'll be asleep before I can wake up. Those guys are seriously injured, I hope no more accidents happen…"
Clutching a heart full of hatred and unwillingness, those blue-gold eyes completely closed.
The consumption this time was too great. He hoped Wulin could enter Shrek early and obtain the Vast Sea Universe Crystal he left in Shrek, otherwise… A moment later.
"Achoo!"
The wind woke the sleeping young man. Tang Wulin sneezed as he stood up, his big eyes filled with question marks as he looked at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Did I sleepwalk? Where is this place?"
Taking out his soul guide communicator and dialing a familiar number, Tang Wulin quickly said:
"Xie Xie, I don't know where I sleepwalked to, quickly come and find…"
...Several days later.
Southern Legion, Angel Family residence.
A brilliant angelic glow streaked across the sky, disappearing far into the distance in the blink of an eye, flying towards a palace-like aerial pavilion under the stars and moon.
In the Legion Commander's office, Le Zheng'en stood with his hands behind his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smiling as he watched the new members of the Family take their places.
"Whoosh—"
His feet landed, and a rich life essence rushed into his nostrils. Feng Zaixing surveyed the special environment, his eyes shining.
He stood on a white jade-like octagonal altar. In the center of the altar, a long sword with restrained brilliance floated, and three pairs of faint light wings unfolded from both sides of the sword body, surrounded by extremely pure radiance.
At the first sight of it, a flash of inspiration went through Feng Zaixing's mind: This object is fated to be mine.
Le Zhengyang, dressed in an ancient robe with an immortal demeanor, stroked his beard and said with a light smile, "This is the Family's secret land. Every direct Disciple, after advancing to Spirit Elder, will come here to cultivate for a period, undergo the first Holy Baptism, and thereby completely Awaken their Spirit, allowing the Angel to take form."
"In addition, they will also receive a Legacy Spirit."
"Legacy Spirit?" Feng Zaixing looked at Le Zhengyang, his face alight with an expectant smile.
"Yes, it's an existence similar to a spiritual Origin. It doesn't directly provide Spirit Abilities but can enhance your special abilities in certain aspects, usually the control or break out of Holy energy."
"It generally has no combat power itself, but it is very spiritual and possesses the ability to speak, which only hundred-thousand-year Spirit Souls have."
Le Zhengyang nodded, pointing to the glowing sword in the center of the altar, his expression becoming extremely solemn as he slowly said:
"This is our Family's Divine Artifact, the Angel Divine Sword. Only successive Family heads at the peak Realm can control and use it. The Legacy Spirit is made from the energy it breathes out."
Feng Zaixing raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it the one from the Angel God twenty thousand years ago?"
"Yes."
Le Zhengyang's face showed a look of reminiscence—pride, regret, helplessness, determination… a myriad of emotions intermingled, ultimately transforming into a sigh of lament.
"Our ancestors went through many hardships to retrieve it and devoted all their efforts to restore its former brilliance, but it no longer has a true master. The Holy Angel is, after all, not the Seraphim."
Looking down at the young junior, the old man was filled with anticipation: "But perhaps in a few years, it will be drawn out by a new master."
Feng Zaixing gazed at the Divine Sword, feeling an inexplicable closeness, but his rationality told him that he currently had no strength to approach it.
"How heavy is the Divine Sword?" Feng Zaixing asked with interest.
"Not much, thirty-six thousand catties," Le Zhengyang said lightly.
Feng Zaixing's mouth twitched: "Temporarily, I have no fate with it. So, how long does one usually cultivate here to receive the baptism?"
"One year. Everyone is like this, gradually mastering the Legacy of the Angel Family during this process, starting with sacrifice."
Le Zhengyang's expression became serious, and he slowly said, "Your Spirit is special. I will use the Origin Fire to temper your Spirit and spirit power every month. It will be very painful. Do you think you can endure it? For ordinary Geniuses, it's once every three months."
"I'll try."
Feng Zaixing shrugged, stepping in a circle in front of him. A magnificent Angelic light figure stood high in the Nine Heavens. He said with a smile:
"The Legacy of the Body line has always been about risking one's life; if possible, I would also like to use your flames to temper my Physical Body and enhance my foundation, but I know that is too dangerous."
Le Zhengyang's eyes lit up: "Good! I can make an exception and allow Mu Ye to come here."
"You're not joking?" Feng Zaixing asked with a smile.
"Nonsense."
Le Zhengyang narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You should know what this old man expects of you, right?"
"To become a God." Feng Zaixing pointed at the Angel Divine Sword, his bright eyes unconsciously changing to a golden hue, a solemn expression on his face.
"Exactly! For this goal, we will spare no effort. The Innate secret technique requires resources, and there are plenty here!"
Le Zhengyang spoke forcefully, a resolute expression on his face: "As long as we can once again create a True God, let alone making an exception, even this old man's life is nothing to be stingy with!"
"The matter of Qian Daoliu, this old man can do it!"