Tang San, Working Hard

Chen Dong's interest was piqued. Acting like a child, he scrambled into the cockpit just as Chen Ming jumped down from it.

"Old Chen, I've used up all my Soul Power. Don't waste your effort," Chen Ming reminded him.

"What?"

Chen Dong's face immediately fell.

Right, Soul Tools all consumed Soul Power.

So such a massive Soul Tool had backup energy of its own?

Could my Soul Power replace it?

Seeming to guess what Old Chen was thinking, Chen Ming added, "This Soul Guiding Aircraft uses the most outdated energy technology. The senior who developed it had limited energy because of me, so he had no spare effort to improve the energy technology. That's why it still relies on forcibly piling up Milk Bottles."

"Of course, that senior wasn't without breakthroughs. For example, he at least solved the issue of Milk Bottle energy leakage himself."

As for the solution, it was to imitate the power of the Soul Suppressing Stele by adding corresponding Soul Tool inscriptions inside the Milk Bottles, thereby creating a sealing effect that reduced Soul Power loss to infinitely close to zero.

The greater the disparity between the strength of the sealing inscriptions and the amount of Soul Power stored, the better they slowed the loss of Soul Power. Thus, an entire Milk Bottle's Soul Power might lose half its energy in ten years, but losing another quarter afterward might take a hundred years, and losing another eighth might take a thousand years, and so on.

Chen Ming had previously drained all the remaining energy from the aircraft, making it easier to inspect the Milk Bottles and refill them completely afterward.

"Since it achieves long-term endurance by stacking up Milk Bottles, its consumption is pretty outrageous. Old Chen, your level-forty Soul Power probably wouldn't last it three minutes. Two and a half minutes would be the limit."

Two and a half minutes. Even if he flew up, he would have no extra Soul Power left to land.

Chen Dong could only climb reluctantly out of the cockpit.

"By your logic, we need to fill all these Milk Bottles with Soul Power?"

"What else?"

Chen Dong instantly wilted.

So not only would he not get to fly the plane, he had to work for it instead?

Wait!

Chen Dong's eyes widened as he looked at Chen Ming.

"You said my Soul Power can't last three minutes? Two and a half at most? How long did you fly just now?"

At that moment, Chen Dong really wanted to grab Chen Ming by the throat.

Half an hour!

Half an hour meant it had consumed twelve times his total Soul Power!

To recharge those Milk Bottles, he would have to pour in all his Soul Power, recover it, then do that another eleven times just to restore the amount of Soul Power used half an hour ago!

Seeing the murderous look in Chen Dong's eyes, Chen Ming shrugged.

"I need to recharge it too. Just treat it as cultivation."

Rapidly pouring his fully recovered Soul Power into the Milk Bottles, then recovering it again, injecting it again, and repeating the cycle was itself beneficial to Soul Power cultivation.

Though tedious, it had the advantage of honing one's control over Soul Power at the same time.

Chen Dong's teeth ached.

"What's the Soul Power storage limit of this Soul Guiding Aircraft? How much of it did you use just now?"

Chen Ming grinned, showing his teeth.

"The Soul Power I used was less than one-tenth of the total."

Chen Dong nearly fainted.

Good heavens, less than one-tenth had already required him to pour in all his Soul Power over twelve times. To fill it completely, wouldn't that take a hundred and twenty times?

Even with Chen Ming helping to recharge it, they would still have to do it twenty or thirty times at least.

"This thing really burns through Soul Power."

Chen Dong stared at the Soul Guiding Aircraft in amazement, gently stroking it as he sighed that this was not something an ordinary Soul Master could afford to play with.

Thus, Chen Dong and Chen Ming began recharging the Soul Guiding Aircraft.

They kept at it for ten days.

After ten days, the Soul Guiding Aircraft was fully charged, along with an additional spare set of Milk Bottles.

With that, this Soul Guiding Aircraft could maintain uninterrupted flight for more than ten hours.

Ten hours was already enough for them to reach Reincarnation Continent. (To reiterate, Reincarnation Continent was Star Luo Continent.)

God Realm.

Tang San's expression was incomparably grim.

He had thought the intrusion into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes was already the limit. He had not expected something even more ruthless.

"God of Death, it must be that bastard who sensed something!"

Did the God of Time's authority include methods related to Fate?

Otherwise, how could the God of Death have detected changes in the future in advance?

Tang San had basically confirmed that the one who had stolen the opportunities of Huo Yuhao, the Child of Destiny, this time was the inheritor of the God of Death.

"The Death Emissaries have been passed down for tens of thousands of years and through so many generations. I never expected there to still be an inheritance after the previous generation's Death Emissary condensed a Demigod Position and became the God of Death. Just where does this lineage originate?"

Tang San frowned, sensing that this was an extremely crucial question.

Could it be a scheme laid out by deities from another divine realm?

What exactly was their objective?

"What can be confirmed now is that a Death Emissary has finally appeared in this generation, and one who knows Huo Yuhao is the Child of Destiny and is deliberately stealing his opportunities."

"No, this time, they may not remain a Death Emissary. They may be elevated into a God of Death Emissary."

A glint of coldness flashed through Tang San's eyes.

"It is time for Shrek to purge heretics again. And as for Huo Yuhao..."

Having had two crucial opportunities stolen from him, Huo Yuhao had not been completely ruined thanks to his status as the Child of Destiny. But as things stood, he would at most be comparable to an unrivaled genius from an ordinary era.

Yet Tang San had already placed his bet.

The Sea God's Spiritual Sense within Wang Dong's Sea of Consciousness had, according to his original plan, bound Wang Dong's and Huo Yuhao's souls together and fashioned a Martial Soul Fusion Skill for them.

His daughter could not make such a sacrifice for nothing.

"The Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew was taken away by that God of Death Emissary, and Huo Yuhao is destined to lose yet another opportunity. If he wants to at least measure up to Rong Nianbing's position as the God of Emotions, he is still far too lacking."

Tang San racked his brains, considering how he could make up for the gap in Huo Yuhao's prospects.

Relying on Huo Yuhao's passive fortune as the Child of Destiny would naturally give him a chance to make up for it. But fortune still needed the cooperation of external circumstances to show its effects.

Tang San felt that if he did not help Huo Yuhao restore his initial foundation now, Huo Yuhao might truly be buried in obscurity.

"There is only so much I can do."

After giving it much thought, Tang San prepared to discuss the matter with War God Dai Mubai.

"There is some good news now. Huo Yuhao's Martial Soul has mutated, and the direction of that mutation is deeply tied to emotional fluctuations. In that case, if I can help him awaken the White Tiger Martial Soul, Rong Nianbing will still value his talent for emotions."

There was no doubt that Huo Yuhao possessed the bloodline of the White Tiger Martial Soul. It was merely that the Evil Eyes portion had separated out and formed the Spirit Eyes, while the White Tiger bloodline remained hidden within his body.

With an ancestor like Dai Mubai to guide him, there was still a chance for it to awaken once more.

"I also need to find an opportunity to remake his Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Xiao Qi."

Thinking of this, Tang San felt sick again.

The delay in communication was truly unbearable. He could not take part in decision-making at the first possible moment; by the time the news reached him, everything below had already been settled.

"This time, the delay was only a month and a half. Perhaps the influence of the Power of Time is weakening. Over the next few days, I should sort through this Power of Time whenever I have spare time. At the very least, I need to reduce the delay to within ten minutes in the divine realm."

A ten-minute delay in the divine realm translated to roughly two and a half days on Douluo Star.