Mangekyō Sharingan
The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
After drawing the Azure Sky Dragon Transformation Art and the Sharingan, Tang Feng said a quick word to Qian Renxue and swiftly flew back to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
In the Ice and Fire Spring, Tang Feng held a Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in one hand and a small wine cup containing a few drops of water in the other.
Tang Feng would use the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum to lay the foundation for the Azure Sky Dragon Transformation Art. The drops in the cup were essence produced by the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, which he would use to evolve his Three-Tomoe Sharingan into a Mangekyō Sharingan.
Tang Feng swallowed the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in one gulp, then drained the essence in the cup.
He silently dove to the bottom of the Ice and Fire Spring and circulated his Soul Power to refine the medicinal power of the two Immortal Herbs.
At the same time, he absorbed the draconic presence leaking from the remains of the Water Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King into the spring.
An hour later, Tang Feng opened his eyes in the Ice and Fire Spring. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan was gone, replaced by even more uncanny double pupils.
"Holy shit!"
Dugu Bo was making his daily rounds of the garden, checking for intruders and recording the growth of each Immortal Herb. When he saw Tang Feng poke his head out of the Ice and Fire Spring, he was about to greet him.
But the sight of the Mangekyō Sharingan in Tang Feng's eyes made him jump.
"Brother, you... are you all right?"
"What's going on with your eyes?" Dugu Bo asked cautiously.
He was genuinely afraid Tang Feng had gone mad from cultivation.
If that happened, he wouldn't be able to stop him.
"Great. I feel so great I could kill a Titled Douluo," Tang Feng said with an excited grin.
Combined with his Mangekyō Sharingan, the grin made Dugu Bo panic. He was nervous as hell.
Tang Feng didn't seem to be joking. Should he start running?
In the spring, Tang Feng saw that Dugu Bo really did seem frightened of him and grew curious about what his Mangekyō Sharingan looked like.
"Haha, just kidding. Look how scared you are."
"Dugu Bo, what does the pattern in my eyes look like?"
"How did it scare you this badly?"
Dugu Bo smacked his lips several times, but still couldn't describe the eyes he had seen.
"Tsk..."
"How should I put it? I can't describe them. See for yourself."
Dugu Bo took a mirror out of his Storage Soul Tool and let Tang Feng look for himself.
"Holy shit!"
Tang Feng cried out, startled by his own Mangekyō Sharingan.
He hadn't expected them to be double pupils.
Seeing this, Dugu Bo nearly burst out laughing.
It took a real talent to be frightened by his own eyes.
"Here, take it back."
Tang Feng returned the mirror to Dugu Bo and asked:
"Dugu Bo, what's your dream?"
"My dream?" Dugu Bo put away the mirror and froze for a few seconds before looking at Tang Feng and saying:
"Does making Yan Yan the strongest Titled Douluo count?"
"It does!"
Tang Feng met Dugu Bo's eyes and activated his left Mangekyō Sharingan's ability, Tsukuyomi.
Under Tang Feng's deliberate control, Dugu Bo experienced an illusion that lasted ten years.
In the illusion, everything went smoothly for Dugu Yan. She became a Titled Douluo at twenty-five and a Level 99 Limit Douluo at twenty-nine, ultimately becoming an honored guest of the Spirit Hall Empire.
Over those ten years, he himself also reached Level 95 as a Titled Douluo and became an offering of the Spirit Hall Empire.
Grandfather and granddaughter had both earned titles. They were immensely powerful, and their fame spread across the entire continent. Everyone knew their names.
The ten-year illusion ended with Dugu Bo gazing at his granddaughter on a raised platform, revered by millions upon millions.
"Hehehe..."
Dugu Bo grinned foolishly.
"Dugu Bo, wake up!"
Tang Feng slapped Dugu Bo on the shoulder, jolting him awake.
"Huh?"
Dugu Bo came to his senses and looked around. There was no Spirit Hall Empire, no admiration from millions upon millions, and no Yan Yan who had become a Level 99 Limit Douluo.
He was still at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
So...
"Was that just now... an illusion?" Dugu Bo asked.
"That's right. What did you think?"
Dugu Bo carefully savored the experience before saying meaningfully:
"Very impressive. Even I couldn't see through it. But it's a pity that it was all fake."
"Sigh..."
"I'm off! This old man is going back to cultivate." Dugu Bo flew away from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
He had tested his left eye's ability on Dugu Bo, and even a Titled Douluo couldn't break free.
As for his right eye's ability, it was the useless Amaterasu.
Apart from lowly foot soldiers, it couldn't burn any ninja with even a little strength to death.
"Susanoo!"
Soul Power surged around Tang Feng, gradually forming a set of purplish-black ribs that completely enclosed his body.
"Purplish-black looks pretty good."
Having finished testing his Mangekyō Sharingan, Tang Feng couldn't wait to evolve it into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
It was probably to prevent the same mishap that had befallen Xiao Wu from happening to Da Ming and Er Ming.
Ever since Da Ming and Er Ming arrived in Nuoding City, Tang San had never returned to Holy Soul Village.
He rented a house in Nuoding City and lived there with Da Ming and Er Ming.
Gradually, the three became real buddies.
"It's been five years since I left Little San. I wonder how he's doing now..."
"I wonder if that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast has developed feelings for Little San. If she hasn't..."
A chill flashed through Tang Hao's eyes. He was no longer what he once was; both his Soul Power Level and overall strength had fallen considerably.
After losing Ah Yin's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, he had fallen into decline for a while. But when he saw "Ah Yin" beside the pool, thirsting for his blood,
he thought of Little San, who had Innate Full Soul Power and a female Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form at his side.
Tang Hao was immediately motivated. He cultivated desperately, day and night, and finally raised his Soul Power Level back to Level 90.
But when he hunted down a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and prepared to absorb its Soul Ring, he discovered that, for some reason, he could no longer absorb Soul Rings!
He couldn't even absorb a ten-year Soul Ring. The discovery was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Tang Hao.
After pondering for a long time, Tang Hao remembered sacrifice.
"Perhaps only sacrifice, only a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, can let me obtain a Soul Ring again."
Tang Hao couldn't defeat a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast now, but he could flatten one in human form with a single swing of his hammer.
"If that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast hasn't fallen for Little San, hmph!"
"Then don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
After returning to Nuoding City, Tang Hao didn't go straight to see Tang San.
He would first visit Grandmaster and find out how Tang San was doing now.
"What?!"
"Xiao Wu dropped out?!"
In Gangzi's little house, Tang Hao flew into a rage the moment Gangzi told him Xiao Wu had never reappeared after the first school year's vacation. You fucking good-for-nothing, you couldn't even keep an eye on Xiao Wu!
Furious, Tang Hao smashed Gangzi's small table to powder with one punch, swung his tattered robe aside, kicked the door flying, and left Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
Inside the little house, Gangzi sat slumped on the floor, terrified. A large wet patch had appeared beneath his backside at some point.
Tang Hao searched Nuoding City and, following Gangzi's description, found Da Ming, Er Ming, and Tang San.
The three had just returned from collecting their monthly stipends at Spirit Hall.
Er Ming looked at the Gold Soul Coins in his hand, unable to wait to unleash his wild side and show those stinking sluts how he could take on ten at once.
As for Xiao Wu, whom he had once secretly loved...
Sorry, Sister Xiao Wu, but this colorful world dazzled the eyes.
As for him, Er Ming, he still preferred the mature, worldly-wise older sisters by the roadside.