Nine-Colored Light, Dragon God's Origin (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Calculating the time, Dad should be off work and home by now.

Tang Heng moved the last of his resources from his old home to the new one, then logged out of My World.

The afterglow of the setting sun dissipated at the edge of the sky, and a silver moon hung high above.

Returning home, Tang Ziran was just sitting at the dining table eating, praising his wife Lang Yue's cooking from time to time.

"Dad, I have something to tell you..."

Tang Heng kept it brief, telling Tang Ziran everything that happened at school today and explaining Tang Wulin's thoughts.

Tang Ziran listened patiently until his son finished, then glanced at Tang Wulin, who was squatting nearby, staring at him with eyes full of hope.

"Sigh, Wulin, I'm very happy you have this heart, but the trade of blacksmithing is very dull and tedious, and it's exhausting. Are you sure you can stick with it?"

Tang Wulin nodded, speaking in a voice that had yet to lose its childishness: "Learning to forge isn't just for me, but to lighten the burden on our family. No matter how bitter or tiring it is, I'm willing."

"Dad, why don't you take him to Uncle Mang Tian's place to give it a try? If he happens to take a liking to our Wulin, it would prove he has the talent."

"An extra skill is an extra path; I think you should understand that principle better than I do."

Tang Ziran shook his head. Listening to Tang Heng's words, he sighed with genuine emotion: "You're just too sensible. Sometimes you make me wonder if you're some great expert from a novel reincarnated."

Tang Heng smiled, thinking he could only say he was lucky—the Meng Po Soup he drank must have been expired.

"Dad is such a joker, just say yes to Wulin~"

Na'er also ran over, grabbing one of Tang Heng's sleeves and pulling on it, saying in a milky voice: "Please, Dad, grant Brother Wulin his wish~"

Facing the dual "spellcasting" of his son and daughter, no qualified old father could hold out. Tang Ziran promised to contact Mang Tian after finishing his meal.

"Woohoo! Thank you, Dad~"

"Don't shake me, I'm still eating."

The family finished dinner in a harmonious atmosphere. Tang Ziran went to call Mang Tian, while Lang Yue and Wulin unhurriedly cleared the table and washed the dishes.

On the other side, Tang Heng took Na'er out for a walk in the small park nearby.

Under the moonlight, the two held hands and strolled through the quiet little park.

There were many trees, flowers, and plants here, making the air much better than in other parts of the city. Plus, with no one around at night, it was perfect for a walk to clear one's mind.

But Tang Heng wasn't here just to walk.

"Na'er, can you sense that special connection between us?"

Na'er tilted her head, closed her eyes to feel it, then nodded: "Hmm, I can't quite describe this feeling... but in short, I just want to be close to Brother!"

"Very good. I'm going to infuse a bit of soul power into you in a moment. Don't try to resist, okay?"

Na'er nodded obediently. She had an innate sense of closeness to Brother Heng and wouldn't even think that he might hurt her.

Receiving her response, Tang Heng began to mobilize the soul power of his Gold Dragon King martial soul, passing it along Na'er's smooth, delicate little hand.

"It's warm, it feels so comfortable."

The moment the soul power was infused, Na'er felt as if she were suddenly standing on a beach, bathing in the warm sun and enjoying the salty sea breeze.

Unconsciously, a silver-white soul power emerged within Na'er, conducting back into Tang Heng's body.

Once the Silver Dragon King martial soul origin received this infusion of silver-white soul power, the stable balance between the two martial souls was broken.

Taking advantage of this gap, Tang Heng hurriedly controlled the two origin powers within his body to merge, gathering them at his dantian into a vortex the size of a thumb, intertwining the origin powers of the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings.

At the center of the vortex, a touch of nine-colored light flickered. Under his control, the two Dragon King origins transformed into the Dragon God origin.

Although weak and sparse, it was enough to prove that this path was viable.

Nourished by the Gold Dragon King origin, the Silver Dragon King within Na'er, though still in a dormant and sealed state, instinctively and greedily snatched up this portion of the origin.

Gradually, this warm, cozy feeling made both of them feel drowsy.

Na'er's legs suddenly went soft, and she collapsed into Tang Heng's arms.

They were pressed very close, able to feel each other's heartbeats.

"Na'er, get up..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Tang Heng felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him. The vortex had consumed a massive amount of his mental energy, leaving him with no strength to push away the Na'er lying on him.

The moment before closing his eyes, Tang Heng hugged Na'er tightly and fell toward the grass nearby, positioning himself underneath so that Na'er lay on top of him.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he was awakened by the sound of crying in his ears.

Tang Heng rubbed his sleepy eyes and realized he was no longer in the park, but back in his familiar bedroom.

Sitting by the bed were his worried parents and Tang Wulin, who was already streaming with tears.

"Mom, Brother is awake!"

Lang Yue hurriedly grabbed Tang Heng's hand and asked anxiously: "Son, are you alright? Why were you sleeping in a place like that with Na'er? We couldn't wake either of you up, you scared us to death."

Tang Heng shook his head and comforted her: "Nothing is wrong. It was because my martial soul and Na'er's had a resonance."

Focusing his inner vision, he caught sight of that tiny wisp of nine-colored origin at his dantian.

It was precisely the effort to gather this thing that had exhausted his mental energy, causing him to fall into a sudden deep sleep.

Tang Ziran and his wife were at a loss regarding this situation; Lang Yue was not a Spirit Master, so she could only turn to her husband for help.

Tang Ziran shook his head, clearly having never encountered such a situation before either.

Tang Wulin, however, already had a preliminary guess in his heart.

"Don't worry, Na'er and I are both fine. Mom, Dad, you should go back and get some rest."

Since their son had said as much, Tang Ziran and his wife could only choose to believe him, and they subsequently walked out of the bedroom together.

Tang Heng's fingertips brushed through the fragrant, silvery-white hair, and looking at Na'er's peaceful sleeping face, he couldn't bear to disturb her, so he climbed out of bed with light, cautious steps.

"Let's squeeze together and sleep tonight."

"Okay, Brother."

After washing up and changing into his pajamas, Tang Heng crawled under the covers.

Tang Wulin lay on his left, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he said thoughtfully, "Brother, does Na'er also have a low-level dragon beast inside her body like I do?"

"Mm, your guess is correct."

Tang Heng had no intention of keeping it from his younger brother; the two of them were destined to reunite later on, at which point they would sense the attraction between their Martial Souls.

His own appearance had merely shortened the timeline of that process significantly.

"If that's the case, once Na'er's Martial Soul awakens, can the three of us cultivate together?"

"In theory, it's possible, but there are still risks."

Tang Heng said as much.

The risk he referred to was the divine consciousness of Tang San hiding within Tang Wulin's spiritual sea.

Sometimes he truly doubted whether Tang San actually cared about this son of his, or rather, whether he viewed him through the eyes of a father at all.

A single strand of divine consciousness within Tang Wulin, despite being damaged by the spatial turbulence, was actually able to bridge countless distances and the obstruction of a black hole to facilitate real-time communication.

The most important point was this: the divine power of the Sea God possessed a powerful purifying ability.

Back then, when his parents were struck by the Blood Demon Curse, the Sea God's divine power could clearly have purified the curse directly and then followed the trail to eliminate the Blood Demon, yet he had chosen the most strenuous method of teleporting their bodies instead. Wasn't this just to leave behind this "Old Tang" consciousness as a multi-layered safeguard?

And here was the crux: if he could truly manage to teleport across a black hole and such vast distances, then after they escaped the black hole, Tang San could have easily sensed Tang Wulin's aura and crossed space once more to bring Tang Wulin to him. So why didn't he?

Everything was too unreasonable; the excuses were simply riddled with holes.

Steady breathing gradually came from beside him; Tang Wulin had fallen asleep without realizing it.

Tang Heng stared at the ceiling, a plan on how to eliminate Tang San's divine consciousness already forming in his mind.