Tang San: Where Was My Huge Douluo Star?

Tian Mucheng couldn't help rolling his eyes at Moyan. "At least that guy knows how to put in effort. Unlike someone who loafs around all day, eating and waiting to die like a parasite."

Moyan: .

Moyan lowered her head, not daring to look at the original body at all. She really was someone who ate and waited to die. Instead of cultivating properly, she ran off to Xiao Xue's place every day—either to sleep or to slack off and watch Dugu Luo cultivate.

How could cultivating possibly feel better than sleeping?

It simply couldn't, all right?

Dragon Bear quickly finished the battle, dragging the dying soul beast before the group. He respectfully said to Tian Mucheng, "Lord Saint, this soul beast happens to suit Miss Dugu Yan very well. Though it does not possess much poison, Miss Dugu Yan is absorbing her seventh soul ring, so it will not matter."

"What do you think?"

Tian Mucheng looked at Dugu Yan. Naturally, he left the choice to her.

Dugu Yan nodded without the slightest hesitation. Not wasting any time, she stepped forward and killed the soul beast, then sat cross-legged and began absorbing the ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Seeing how smoothly Dugu Yan acted, he nodded in satisfaction and said to Dragon Bear and Wang Jin, "You should rest and replenish your Soul Power too."

"Yes!" Dragon Bear immediately sat down cross-legged and began restoring the Soul Power he had used up.

Xiao Xue's figure instantly appeared beside Tian Mucheng. She respectfully reported, "Lord Saint, there is poisonous miasma within one kilometer ahead. The poison is arranged in a very regular pattern, as though it is enclosing and protecting something. That may be the place you are looking for."

"Good. You've worked hard."

Tian Mucheng nodded in satisfaction, his gaze falling ahead. Those poisons should have been the work of the Jade Scale Seven Absolute Flower outside. Ordinary soul masters would not dare come here; they would be poisoned to death.

Tang Gou really had been ruthless. Dugu Bo only put down a little, but Tang Gou had directly planted a whole pile, completely disregarding the ecosystem of Sunset Forest.

Dugu Bo was a little foolish too. He had been sold out and was still helping others count their money. Seeing those people's cultivation and Soul Power improve so much, had he never been suspicious?

No wonder his family had declined to this point, and his descendants had nearly become xing.

Forget it. There was no point thinking about that. It was time to communicate with that Dragon Soul.

Ice Fire Yin Yang Well was formed when two of the Nine Dragon Kings, the Water Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King, fell at the same time in Sunset Forest. Their corpses were buried ten thousand zhang beneath the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well, which had thus come into being and nourished all things.

Sea of Consciousness

Tian Mucheng entered this place and once again saw the one chance the Dragon Soul had left him. This time, he did not hesitate and directly activated the Dragon Soul.

The slumbering Dragon Soul suddenly erupted with overwhelming pressure and locked onto Tian Mucheng. Feeling that pressure, his expression remained utterly calm, without the slightest sign of panic.

A moment later, that gaze appeared again. It stared at Tian Mucheng and asked curiously, "You ran into trouble so quickly?"

"Not exactly." Tian Mucheng shook his head and explained his thoughts.

The Dragon Soul patiently listened to Tian Mucheng's plan and ideas.

"Your goal is to have me turn that treasure land into yours?" After hearing Tian Mucheng's plan and explanation, the Dragon Soul roughly understood what the little fellow meant.

Tian Mucheng said, "Yes."

"I understand." The Dragon Soul did not refuse. "Just call for me when you get there. But this chance will be gone afterward. From then on, you will have to rely on yourself."

"I understand."

Seeing that Tian Mucheng understood, the Dragon Soul said nothing more.

The windmill had already begun to turn. It was not qualified to call for it to stop.

When Tian Mucheng opened his eyes, he saw that Dugu Yan had finished absorbing the soul ring, and Dragon Bear had replenished his Soul Power. They were all waiting for him.

Lying in Dugu Luo's arms, Moyan saw Tian Mucheng open his eyes and asked curiously, "How did it go?"

"Did that guy agree?"

"He agreed." Tian Mucheng stretched lazily. "Let's go. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can head back."

Everyone agreed and resumed their previous formation. Soon, they arrived before the poisonous barrier Xiao Xue had mentioned.

"Th-this-this-this is what the ancestor's records described..." Dugu Yan had once come looking on her own, but she found nothing—not even a trace of poison. Yet following the Lord Saint here this time, she had found it immediately.

Sure enough, her daughter and she had followed the right person.

In the end, Ancestor, your judgment just was not good enough!

Dugu Bo:

"What do we do?" Moyan felt uncomfortable all over when she saw that mass of poisonous mist.

As soon as Moyan asked, everyone turned their gazes toward Tian Mucheng, awaiting his order.

"Obviously, we throw you in."

"???"

Tian Mucheng ignored Moyan's horrified stare. Fixing his eyes on the poisonous mist ahead, he raised two fingers of his left hand to his forehead and began stirring the Dragon Soul within his Sea of Consciousness.

All of a sudden, an indescribable, hair-raising, terrifying majesty erupted from Tian Mucheng's body like a volcanic explosion! The immense pressure surged toward everyone present like raging, crashing waves, sweeping over them with an unstoppable force.

Everyone felt as though an invisible giant hand had clamped tightly around their throats, making even breathing extraordinarily difficult. The pressure weighed down on them like Mount Tai crushing an egg, causing their legs to tremble uncontrollably as they nearly fell to their knees.

When they fearfully raised their heads and looked toward Tian Mucheng, they discovered that the sight before them had completely exceeded their imagination.

Tian Mucheng's entire body was covered in golden scales. His star-blue eyes had been replaced by gold, and especially the aura around him—it was as though he had become a completely different person.

Moyan stared at Tian Mucheng's back. The laziness on her face had long vanished, replaced by seriousness and solemnity. She had not sensed wrongly. The Tian Mucheng before her now was the creator of her body.

The Dragon Soul controlled Tian Mucheng and sensed the changes in this body. After a moment of silence, it sneered. "Heh... what a sick world. Forget it, it will do."

"But first, isolate this planet." "Tian Mucheng" acted as soon as he spoke, snapping his fingers.

Snap.

God Realm

"What is going on? What happened to Douluo Star?!" Tang San's face was no longer calm, gentle, and refined. In its place were rage, disbelief, and distortion. "It was clearly fine just now. Why can't I sense Douluo Star's aura anymore?"

"I can't just sit still in a situation like this."

Just as Tang San prepared to use the God Realm Hub to investigate what had happened to Douluo Star, an aura of destruction suddenly appeared behind him, followed by a furious shout. "Tang San, what are you trying to do?"

Turning around and seeing who it was, Tang San cursed inwardly, Damn it, Destruction. Why is this guy so impossible to shake off?!

God of Destruction stared coldly at Tang San. He truly disliked this fellow. He really did not understand why Evil and Good held this hypocrite in such high regard.

The atmosphere between the two gods instantly became tense, as though they might start fighting at any moment.