"Did he realize that the Golden Dragon King's power was too berserk, that his son could not absorb it safely, so he changed strategies and had a Soul Spirit absorb that power instead? Was he trying to cultivate a Soul Spirit possessing the Golden Dragon King's power and achieve his goal by roundabout means?"
Gu Yue's thoughts raced as countless possibilities flashed through her mind. Given the current situation, this speculation was quite plausible.
After all, the Golden Dragon King represented the Dragon God's most berserk and chaotic side.
A mere mortal, even one with the status of a god's descendant, might not be able to withstand such terrifying power—power sufficient to overturn one's very soul.
"But the Golden Dragon King Bloodline is not that simple. If he thinks injecting it into a Soul Spirit will let it absorb the power, then he is being far too naïve."
Gu Yue stared at the small figure on the competition arena, radiating a berserk aura, and murmured softly. Her tone carried the detached indifference of someone who saw through everything.
If the other party truly intended to cultivate a Soul Spirit capable of bearing the Golden Dragon King's power in this manner, then they were undoubtedly courting death.
Even ordinary Soul Spirits could turn on and devour their Hosts, much less one carrying the berserk and tyrannical power of the Golden Dragon King.
With the Golden Dragon King's mad will to burn away all things and its overwhelming tyrannical strength, if a Soul Spirit truly absorbed it completely, its mind would inevitably be devoured by that power. It would become a pure incarnation of destruction, and turning on its master would merely be a matter of time.
"By then, Tang San's divine consciousness residing within Tang Wulin certainly will not remain idle.