Seat of Desolation, Ancient Forbidden Canon!

The waves in the sea of consciousness within his mind gradually subsided.

The black dragon soul spirit named Xiao Mo coiled around the shaft of the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear like an exquisite relief carving, deep in slumber.

Tang Linyuan had originally planned to leave his meditation. After all, tonight's gains had already been immense.

However, just as he prepared to sever the spiritual connection, an exceptionally obscure, ancient fluctuation carrying even a trace of desolation suddenly rippled out from within the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear.

"Hm?"

Tang Linyuan's mind tightened.

This fluctuation did not come from the soul ring he had just fused with, but from the deepest source of his Martial Soul.

The "forbidden zone" he had never been able to reach seemed to have cracked open a fissure under the forceful knock of the first soul ring.

"You want me to go in?"

Tang Linyuan did not hesitate.

The instincts of a martial artist from his past life told him that enormous risks were often accompanied by heaven-defying opportunities.

His consciousness transformed into a streak of light and plunged headlong through that invisible fissure into the inner world of the Tyrant Profound Divine Spear.

The world spun.

When his consciousness gathered again, Tang Linyuan found that he was no longer in that murky sea of consciousness, but floating in absolute nothingness.

There was no light here, no darkness, not even a concept of time.

There was only desolation.

"Where is this?" Tang Linyuan looked around, a sense of insignificance rising within him.

Suddenly, the scene shifted.

A pinpoint of cold light abruptly appeared in the void.

It was a spear.

An indescribably enormous black spear, as though it spanned an entire galaxy.

It stood silently embedded in the wasteland of the universe, its shaft covered in mottled marks—scars that even the passage of ages could not wash away.

Around it floated countless fragments of shattered stars, along with the massive corpses of gods and demons that had long since lost their divinity.

Tang Linyuan's pupils contracted sharply.

He saw a colossal dragon corpse. Its body was ten thousand times larger than the Golden Dragon King he had read about in books, yet half its body had been shattered by a single aura from this spear.

There were also twelve-winged angels and giants wielding lightning... beings powerful enough to reign supreme in the God Realm were now no more than ants, reduced to backdrops for this spear.

"Twilight of the Gods. All laws return to nothing. Only I... decide all."

A majestic voice crossed endless ages and space, exploding directly within Tang Linyuan's soul.

It was not language, but a supreme will.

Then, the colossal spear spanning the universe began to shrink, turning into a bolt of black lightning that instantly pierced the void and shot straight toward Tang Linyuan's glabella!

There was no avoiding it!

Tang Linyuan did not dodge. He stared fixedly at the incoming black radiance, battle intent blazing wildly in his eyes. "Come!"

Boom!

His consciousness world collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Countless ancient golden characters surged through his memories like a flood.

It was a script he did not recognize, yet he instantly understood its meaning.

They told of the spear's origins, as well as its sole inheritance.

The Tyrant Profound Divine Spear was not a creation of the God Realm.

It was the embodiment of that wisp of the law of "heaviness" at the dawn of the universe.

It represented neither justice nor evil. It represented only "termination" and "weight."

In that distant primordial era, it had once been wielded by an unnamed venerable, sweeping away the turmoil of gods and demons across countless dimensions. In the end, because no one could bear its weight, it sealed itself within a rift in space-time until it crossed over alongside Tang Linyuan's soul and descended upon Douluo Continent.

"So you aren't a Martial Soul. You're a fragment of a law."

Enduring the agonizing pain as though his brain were being torn apart, Tang Linyuan greedily absorbed the knowledge flooding into him.

At last, all the golden light gathered into an ancient tome floating in his mind—

Ancient Forbidden Canon: Tyrant Scroll

"Tyrant Scroll..." Tang Linyuan murmured.

This was neither a meditation technique nor a list of soul skills.

It was a complete spear inheritance that pointed directly toward the origin of the Great Dao.

It contained two parts:

The first part, [Primordial Body Casting Chapter].

The Tyrant Profound Divine Spear was too heavy. As his soul rings increased, its weight would grow geometrically.

An ordinary mortal body simply could not wield its complete form.

This cultivation method used the "Primordial Fiendish Aura" emitted by the spear to temper the flesh, transforming the human body into a Tyrant Body comparable to a divine beast.

The second part, [Nine Calamity Annihilation Styles].

There were no flashy names, only the most extreme methods of slaughter.

First Style: Mountain Collapse. (Core principle: break a point through a surface, force penetrating Qian Jun.)

Second Style: Sea Severing. (Core principle: sweep through thousands of troops, aura swallowing mountains and rivers.)

Third Style: Void Splitting...

Even with his spiritual power having reached the Spirit Connection Realm, Tang Linyuan could only make out the names of the first three styles and barely comprehend the rudiments of the first style, "Mountain Collapse."

Everything beyond that was a blur. Clearly, his current strength did not yet qualify him to glimpse it.

"Mountain Collapse..."

Tang Linyuan recalled the scene of his spear piercing through the alloy steel plate during the day.

At the time, he had relied on instinct to exert his strength. Now, with the theoretical foundation of the Tyrant Scroll, the power of that strike could at least double.

"Phew..."

Tang Linyuan let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

By then, dawn had broken outside.

Though he had not slept all night and had undergone an inheritance baptism that heavily drained his mind, he did not feel the slightest fatigue.

On the contrary, his eyes had become deeper. The sharp edge that had once openly radiated from the youth was now strangely restrained.

It was a transformation like a heavy sword without an edge, great skill appearing effortless.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

With a thought, the Soul Power within him began circulating according to the route described in the [Primordial Body Casting Chapter].

In an instant, a heaviness like lead and mercury spread through his entire body, and his bones let out a series of fine crackling sounds.

He could feel his muscle fibers becoming denser, as though an invisible layer of armor lay hidden beneath his skin.

"If paired with Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline..."

Tang Linyuan looked toward his younger brother on the neighboring bed, who was still sleeping soundly and occasionally smacking his lips. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes.

"You are the strongest shield and strength; I am the sharpest spear and law."

"The future of Douluo Continent just became interesting."

He rose to his feet without disturbing anyone, silently walked to the window, and pushed it open.

The cool morning sea breeze blew in.

Tang Linyuan extended a hand and clenched it toward the rising sun.

Though there was no spear in his hand, in that instant, a tyrannical intent capable of slightly distorting the surrounding space flashed and vanished.

"First Style, Mountain Collapse. From today onward, I will use the obstacles of this world to practice my spear."

Behind him, Xiao Mo seemed to sense his master's lofty ambition and released an impassioned dragon roar within the sea of consciousness.

The inheritance had been obtained, and the Spear Soul had awakened.

The legend belonging to the Tyrant Profound Spear God was quietly unfolding its prologue on this ordinary morning.

"Wulin, you little lazybones, get up already."

"Brother, wait a little longer..."