Body Restoration

"This is... the dungeon where Bibi Dong was once imprisoned by Qian Xunji!"

Ling Chen looked around; only a single skylight, far out of reach, revealed a sliver of light, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night.

As for the problem of not being able to get out, Ling Chen was not worried. To his Green Steel Sword, these scraps of metal were no more than mud.

Although there was a suppression of Martial Souls here, it was not even one-thousandth of that in Slaughter City. Yet, to the former Bibi Dong, this place was hell.

Ling Chen leaped up and lay on the bed. Since he was here, he would settle in; today's battle had truly left him exhausted.

As Ling Chen fell into a deep sleep, an inexplicable chill began to spread from his heart, flowing with his blood toward his limbs and bones.

By the time Ling Chen noticed it, it was too late. In an instant, almost all the organs in his body ceased to function; his heart stopped, and he could not breathe.

It felt as if... he had died a little.

Ling Chen's skin, bones, and internal organs were wracked with tearing pain, as if they were about to burst from within.

Ling Chen's consciousness could clearly feel what was happening to him, yet that was all he could do—feel.

Under the stimulation of the pain, Ling Chen's brain could barely manage to think.

"Am I... poisoned?"

That was all Ling Chen could think of for the moment; his vision gradually blurred until he lost consciousness entirely.

The next morning, nothing had changed in the dungeon.

Ling Chen opened his eyes abruptly; the soul power permeating the surroundings made him squint. He seemed to have died yesterday, so where was he?

Ling Chen raised a hand to scratch his head, and suddenly, he realized his head felt a bit larger; not only that, but his hand seemed larger as well.

Ling Chen looked at his hands; those small, slender hands seemed to have returned to the large hands he had before his transmigration.

He looked under the covers, and his clothes had also been reduced to strips of cloth.

That's right! Ling Chen had returned to his adult body.

But how could this be? Ling Chen had neither consumed any medicinal herbs nor obtained any treasures.

He had only slain a few Soul Saints of Martial Soul Hall, and then, after being dragged into this small dungeon in Martial Soul Hall, his body had undergone such a change.

Something was wrong; nine times out of ten, something was wrong.

Ling Chen carefully recalled: was it because of the soul bone? But that night, there had been no issues. Was it the Peerless Domain infused with killing intent?

Wait, the soul power permeating the surroundings did not seem to be his.

Ling Chen remembered that when he severed Yan's arm, the Green Steel Sword had drained some of his soul power. Before that, Ling Chen had hunted some local soul beasts, but there had been no such effect then.

"So that's it, the Green Steel Sword can only extract soul power from people. And this soul power turned me back into my original self!"

Ling Chen was not sure; this explanation was a bit far-fetched. Thus, Ling Chen entered the Dragon Pillar Space, intending to ask the Golden Dragon.

"Golden Dragon, what is my situation? Do you know?"

Ling Chen stroked the Golden Dragon Pillar, activating the sleeping Golden Dragon.

The Golden Dragon did not move, but simply spoke.

"The three Thunder Tribulations you previously suffered shattered the restrictions on your body. Your Martial Soul absorbed too much soul power; the excess soul power expanded your Martial Soul's size and simultaneously expanded your body, which is why your physique has become like this."

"So that's it!"

Ling Chen was thoughtful, then asked again.

"Then will the excess soul power later make me age?"

"No! It will only extend your lifespan!"

The Golden Dragon said decisively.

Upon hearing this, joy appeared on Ling Chen's face. If you put it that way, could he go on a tour through Douluo II and even Douluo V?

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, the Beast God Di Tian, the Demon Empress, the Golden Dragon King... couldn't these million-year soul beasts break his ring-stacking limit?

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were already rare, let alone million-year ones. Before, Ling Chen wondered if he could even live until the era of Douluo II, but now, it seemed like there would be no problem at all.

In the end, it was still about looting corpses, only first using the Green Steel Sword to loot soul power, then looting the Martial Soul Origin.

"Sigh!"

Ling Chen thought of the place called Slaughter City; if he had known, he wouldn't have let Tang San destroy it. With his current state, if he first awakened the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul and then went in to farm kills, wouldn't that be wonderful?

However, Slaughter City no longer existed; now, only large-scale human warfare would allow Ling Chen to feast heartily.

Ling Chen left the Dragon Pillar Space and found several sets of clothes in his Soul Tool to put on.

Having the experience of his last transmigration, Ling Chen had long prepared clothes of various sizes, never expecting them to come in handy so soon.

"Tap, tap, tap!"

A series of footsteps approached, and Ling Chen immediately became vigilant. His physique and appearance had undergone tremendous changes, even greater than Tang San's.

Whoever arrived, upon seeing the current Ling Chen, would suspect that Li Tianyi had escaped.

As luck would have it, the person who arrived was Hu Liena. She was absent-minded, likely because the blow dealt by Tang San was still too great.

There was nowhere to hide in the dungeon, so Ling Chen could only hide under the covers. Hu Liena had come to deliver food this time; she placed the meal at the door and left, not even glancing at Ling Chen.

"Tang Yin is Tang San!"

Hu Liena kept muttering these words, while Ling Chen hid under his covers, remaining silent. Only after her footsteps faded into the distance did Ling Chen finally crawl out from his bedding.

"That was close! If only Hu Liena could stay in this state forever."

Ling Chen got out of bed and glanced at the meal that had been delivered: a bowl of steaming porridge with a few stray vegetable leaves floating on top.

"Damn it, how stingy can they be? Trying to brush me off with a bowl of porridge like I'm a beggar?"

Ling Chen knocked on the cell door; he was certainly not happy about this. Back at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he ate nothing but delicacies and fine wines; when had he ever been reduced to drinking porridge?

If it weren't for the fact that the Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu was on the verge of falling, would Ling Chen have delivered himself to this Martial Soul Hall?

Even if he was a hostage now, he shouldn't have been reduced to the point of surviving on a single bowl of porridge.

Ling Chen picked up the bowl and hurled it against the ground. He would rather starve to death right here, or jump from this very spot, than eat a single morsel of their food.

"Crash!"

The sound of the shattering bowl echoed repeatedly through the dark dungeon, followed only by a lingering, hollow silence.

Ling Chen felt as if he had been cut off from the world; no one paid him any mind, leaving him to remain alone in this dungeon.

Since that was the case, Ling Chen simply continued his training.

His 60-jin iron sword had already snapped, so he switched to a 70-jin one. Ling Chen still felt it was a bit light, but it was better to progress step by step.

He could slowly adapt to the strength required for his physical transformation here; regardless, no one would disturb him for the time being, and given Hu Liena's current state, Ling Chen wasn't worried about startling her for now.

As for food, Ling Chen still had a few supplies left in his Soul Tool, enough to sustain him for a while.