Fang Yang walked out of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda and soon spotted Tang Wulin, who was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, not far away.
He hurried over, asking with concern, "Wu Lin, how are you? Are you alright?"
Tang Wulin's eyes were red. He looked at the Soul Spirit crystal ball in his hand, then at his calloused palms.
His voice choked with a hint of a sob, "Fang Yang, my Soul Spirit is a defective product…"
As soon as the words left his mouth, tears he could no longer hold back streamed down his face.
Fang Yang listened silently as Tang Wulin poured out his heart:
"When my Spirit awakened, I didn't cry when I found out it was the废 Spirit, Blue Silver Grass, because as long as I had spirit power, there was still a chance."
"When my family's financial situation was poor and we couldn't afford a Soul Spirit, I also didn't cry, because I could earn money myself."
"The first time I went to Mang Tian's workshop, swung the hammer a thousand times, and passed the test, I saw hope. With hope, there's a possibility of success."
"Every day, I faced everything with a smile, and every day, I told my parents that it was all very easy."
"Three years… a full three years of effort…" Tang Wulin suddenly choked up, unable to speak.
He had finally Cultivated his spirit power to the tenth rank and saved enough money to buy a Soul Spirit; success was within reach.
That was thirty thousand coins, thirty thousand coins condensed from his countless efforts. In this instant, it transformed into this grass snake Soul Spirit before him, which didn't even have a trace of Spirit Beast genes.
His resilience, strength, and persistence were all shattered at this moment, turning into rolling tears that flowed out.
Just then, Tang Wulin heard Fang Yang's voice in his ear: "Wu Lin, sleep. The road ahead will be very exciting."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yang delivered a precise hand chop to Tang Wulin's nape.
Tang Wulin's body quickly fell forward, tears falling from the corners of his eyes as he fainted, his consciousness sinking into slumber.
Fang Yang caught the falling Tang Wulin. With a thought, the fire pearl within him radiated a fiery glow.
Space rippled, and Tang Wulin's figure instantly vanished from his original spot, absorbed into the internal space of the fire pearl.
Following that, Fang Yang's figure slowly appeared, arriving at the familiar Fire Square.
Twenty-three towering pillars stood majestically, each entwined with flames of different colors, emitting heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.
Tang Wulin lay quietly on the Fire Square.
Fang Yang looked at the unconscious Tang Wulin and whispered, "Tang Wulin, don't blame me."
"Heaven Sealing Divine Forbidden, open!"
With his soft cry, the entire Fire Square suddenly vibrated violently.
Centered on Tang Wulin, a massive golden Formation emerged from the ground, with countless profound runes circulating within it.
Unlike before, the Formation this time did not emit Seal power, but a terrifying refining power.
"Otherworldly Flame, Xuan Huang Flame, return to your position!"
At Fang Yang's command, the Xuan Huang Flame within him roared out, returning to its corresponding towering pillar.
In an instant, the otherworldly flames on the twenty-three towering pillars simultaneously erupted, transforming into twenty-three pillars of fiery light that shot into the sky, converging in the firmament to form a gigantic fiery vortex.
"Boom!"
At the center of the vortex, a terrifying energy transformed into a pillar of light that shot straight down, completely enveloping Tang Wulin.
Fang Yang murmured to himself, "The stripping has begun."
Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline had eighteen Seals. In addition, there was a trace of Sea God Tang San's Divine Sense within him.
Unbeatable by force, only by strategy!
This was inside the fire pearl. Even a Dragon must coil, and a tiger must crouch.
"Hiss ah…"
The unconscious Tang Wulin let out a painful groan.
His face was very pale, his entire body slightly flushed, and his body temperature was increasing at an alarming rate.
Beneath his flushed skin, Meridians were faintly visible, and blood was flowing.
Golden patterns appeared on his forehead, extending in a network from his head to his feet. His bones also made faint sounds at this time.
Fang Yang knew very well that the power of the Xuan Huang Flame alone could not strip the Golden Dragon King Bloodline from Tang Wulin's body.
Therefore, he used the twenty-two types of otherworldly flames sealed within the fire pearl, absorbing a wisp of flame from each and integrating them into the Heaven Sealing Divine Forbidden Formation.
The Golden Dragon King, as one of the Dragon God's Clones, controlled world-destroying power and possessed terrifying strength comparable to a God King.
It not only inherited the Dragon God's indestructible Physical Body but also possessed extreme speed and destructive power.
As long as he could successfully strip away the Bloodline formed from the Golden Dragon King's Divine Core, Fang Yang would be able to wield this terrifying power.
As the refining Formation continuously operated, the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within Tang Wulin's body was gradually stripped away.
Just at this moment!
"Boom!"
A vast Divine Might suddenly erupted!
Within Tang Wulin's body, a figure in a luxurious blue robe suddenly opened his eyes, and a monstrous rage surged in his deep, abyss-like gaze.
Tang San's Divine Sense had awakened!
This was the Divine Sense he had left within Tang Wulin to suppress the Golden Dragon King Bloodline and to guide his son's Cultivation. At the same time, this was also one of Tang San's trump cards for his future return to the Douluo Continent.
However, at this moment, this Divine Sense, which should not have awakened prematurely, was forcibly startled awake.
In the deep, abyss-like eyes of Tang San's Divine Sense, monstrous waves surged, and a cold voice said:
"What scoundrel dares to steal my son Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline? You are truly courting death!" Tang San's Divine Sense's voice was bone-chillingly cold, filled with killing intent.
Fang Yang had anticipated this. Facing this former Sea God and Asura God, his expression was calm, even with a hint of sarcasm: "Tang San, do you still have any shame? When did the Golden Dragon King Bloodline become yours? Are you just shouting? And I am saving your son."
As expected of the pure and noble Tang God King!
"You seek death! Blue Silver Entanglement." Tang San's Divine Sense, enraged and humiliated, waved his hand.
Countless Blue Silver Emperor vines, imbued with the power of the Sea God, tore through the air and coiled to kill!
A hint of disdain flashed in Fang Yang's eyes: "Is this Blue Silver Grass Binding? A bit interesting!"
"Burn!"
The otherworldly flames appeared, and those Blue Silver Emperor vines, capable of Binding anything below the Divine Rank, were instantly incinerated!
"You… truly seek death!" Tang San's Divine Sense's pupils constricted, his face as dark as water.
Fang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his tone full of mockery: "What? Is that all the pure and noble Tang God King is capable of?"
"Boy, you forced my hand. Sea God Trident." Tang San's Divine Sense was so angry his face turned red.
The Sea God Trident in his hand instantly flew out, thrown towards Fang Yang.
"Sea God's Thirteen Forms — Third Form, No Return!"
Tang San God King's Divine Sense roared, starting with this Divine Skill, known as the "strongest" single-target killing move in the God Realm.
Facing this deadly strike, Fang Yang merely raised his hand casually: "Refine."
That attack, capable of penetrating a God King's defense, was refined the instant it touched the otherworldly flames.
"How is this possible?" Tang San's Divine Sense was dumbfounded.
Fang Yang sneered, "Tang San, it's over. What did you think I was waiting for?"
"You… were stalling for time?!" Tang San's Divine Sense finally realized something, his face changing dramatically.
Facing a generation's Asura and Sea God, the "pure and noble," "upright," and "respectful of teachers and Dao" Tang God King!
Fang Yang said no more. Using the power of the Formation, he raised his hand.
The otherworldly flames transformed into a gigantic flaming hand that blotted out the sky, grasping Tang San's Divine Sense.
"No… this is impossible!" Tang San's Divine Sense let out an unwilling roar.
"Instant refining!"
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