The Dragon of Time and Space Entry Copied! Gu Yue Wants to Kill Xie Xie: Seven Hundred Million Would Be So Much Better!

Lin An was silent for a moment.

He turned his head and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Tower Master Leng."

His voice was soft, yet every word was clear.

"Look at this city, people come and go, all for profit."

"But there are always some things that Federal Credits can't buy."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Leng Yaozhu.

"For example—possibility."

"And what I want to buy is Xie Xie's possibility."

Xie Xie suddenly looked up.

His eyes instantly turned red.

Possibility.

Lin An was actually willing to spend seven hundred million just to buy his "possibility."

Dad, my dear dad! No! Even closer than a dear dad.

Leng Yaozhu was also silent.

She turned her head to look at Xie Xie.

She had heard of this kid.

Twin Martial Souls, a minor genius at East Sea Academy.

But among true geniuses, he was nothing.

Twin Martial Souls sounded impressive, but everyone's mental energy was limited, and so was the number of soul rings they could accommodate.

Two martial souls would instead scatter their focus, trying to do too much and failing at all of it.

However—

She glanced again at Lin An's calm profile.

When the young man spoke those words, there was no falsehood in his eyes.

He truly believed that there was something worth digging into in this kid named Xie Xie.

Oh well.

As long as the money arrived, that was all that mattered.

She stood up and personally led the three of them towards the depths of the Spirit Pagoda.

There was a room there, covered in array patterns.

Lin An cheerfully completed the payment.

Seven hundred million Federal Credits, paid in full.

When the arrival notification sounded, Gu Yue felt her heart shatter.

She stared at the number, then looked at the moved Xie Xie beside her, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Seven hundred million.

How much better would it have been if it were given to her?

She turned and stared at Xie Xie, a dangerous light surging in her purple eyes.

Perhaps... find an opportunity to kill him?

And get the seven hundred million back?

Xie Xie's scalp tingled under Gu Yue's gaze.

A chill ran up his spine.

He instinctively shrank back behind Lin An, lowering his head and not daring to make a sound.

Leng Yaozhu took out the Empty Cicada from its sealed box.

The moment the seal was broken, a violent pressure swept out like a tsunami.

Xie Xie's face instantly turned pale.

Ten... Ten thousand years.

This pressure was definitely over ten thousand years.

He felt the oppressive force that was almost crushing him, and his legs began to go weak.

"It's not that serious, is it?"

He turned to look at Lin An, his expression looking worse than crying.

"You want me, a level twenty, to absorb this thing?"

Level twenty. Great Soul Master.

The theoretical limit for a soul ring was a century-level one.

Even absorbing a thousand-year soul ring was considered exceeding one's limits, with a success rate of less than ten percent.

A ten-thousand-year soul ring?

That was simply suicide.

"I believe in you."

Lin An's voice was calm and resolute.

He looked at Xie Xie and said every word clearly.

"Don't underestimate your own potential!"

Xie Xie opened his mouth.

He wanted to say it was impossible, that this was throwing his life away, that seven hundred million was about to go down the drain.

But meeting Lin An's clear eyes, all his words became stuck in his throat.

"I'm... of course, very touched that you believe in me."

He smiled, looking worse than if he were crying, his eyes turning red.

"But I don't think I have that kind of potential."

Despite saying that, he took a deep breath and stepped toward the center of the formation in the middle of the room.

Lin An had already paid the money.

He could not back down.

Leng Yaozhu activated the sealing formation.

Countless runes rose from the ground, weaving into a net of light in the air, enveloping both Xie Xie and the Empty Cicada.

The absorption began.

It was beyond everyone's expectations.

According to the original plan, Leng Yaozhu was supposed to seal most of the Empty Cicada's power, leaving only a small portion for Xie Xie to absorb.

Yet, this Soul Beast was unexpectedly and extremely compatible with Xie Xie.

Most of the power did not overflow; instead, it was actively absorbed by Xie Xie's body.

His bloodline was boiling.

It was awakening.

A profound ripple spread from within him, resonating with the space-time power of the Empty Cicada.

The surrounding space began to distort, and the flow of time became erratic, speeding up and slowing down.

Xie Xie's body was enduring pain beyond what an ordinary person could imagine.

The origin of the ten-thousand-year soul spirit was reshaping his meridians, bones, and flesh.

He gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he never collapsed.

Leng Yaozhu's expression shifted from indifference to surprise, and from surprise to gravity.

This kid's bloodline... no.

This was not an ordinary Twin Martial Souls.

This was the aura of the Dragon Clan.

She turned her head abruptly to look at Lin An, a profound look flashing in the depths of her eyes.

So that was it.

No wonder he was willing to spend seven hundred million.

This youth had known from the very beginning what was hidden within Xie Xie.

The absorption lasted for two full hours.

When the last wisp of space-time power merged into his body, Xie Xie suddenly opened his eyes.

A silver light flashed across his pupils, so fast it seemed like an illusion.

He looked down at his hands, then raised his head, a dazed expression on his face.

"I... succeeded?"

As soon as the words left his lips, an unprecedented sense of excitement surged up.

His soul ring suddenly appeared.

It was not the yellow of a century-level soul ring, nor the purple of a thousand-year soul ring.

It was black.

A ten-thousand-year soul ring!

A pitch-black spirit ring rotated slowly within the room, the pressure it radiated causing the air to stagnate.

Under the catalysis of his bloodline awakening, the spirit ring underwent a mutation with his second martial soul, evolving into an entirely new spirit skill.

Xie Xie's thoughts stirred.

--He vanished.

It was not invisibility. It was not acceleration.

It was a complete disappearance from everyone's perception.

Leng Yaozhu's pupils constricted slightly.

She was clearly keeping her eyes open, and Xie Xie was clearly standing right there, yet her brain was telling her—there was nothing there.

This person did not exist.

You do not need to remember him.

Even with the spiritual power of a Limit Douluo, she still needed to focus deliberately to break through this influence.

If it were an ordinary spirit master, they would likely be stabbed by him without even knowing how they died.

This was a top-tier assassination spirit skill.

Xie Xie reappeared, the daze on his face replaced by wild ecstasy.

"What an incredible spirit skill!"

He brandished his daggers, carving streaks of afterimages into the air.

"I feel like I could stab anyone now and still get away unscathed!"

No one paid him any mind.

Lin An stood quietly in place.

The moment Xie Xie's bloodline awakened, the vision before his eyes changed.

Three lines of text, visible only to him, emerged in the void.

[Entry detected: Dragon of Time and Space Lv1—Enabled.]

[Copying entry...]

[Warning! High-level associated entry detected—]

[Target energy level too high! Unknown risk!]

The entire world suddenly faded.

Black.

White.

All color was drained away in an instant, as if someone had submerged the world in developing fluid.

Sound vanished as well.

The sound of Leng Yaozhu's breathing, the sound of Xie Xie's excited chatter, the sound of Gu Yue's footsteps on the floor—all of it disappeared.

Dead silence flooded his senses like a tide.

That was not all.

The air stopped flowing.

Xie Xie's raised hand froze in mid-air.

The slight frown on Leng Yaozhu's brow locked into place.

Everything was at a standstill; even light itself had lost the ability to flow.

Then, he felt it.

A hand.

A hand cold to the extreme was gently caressing his face.

The sensation felt as if it had reached out from the deepest depths of an ice sheet.

Carrying a bone-chilling cold, it pierced through his skin, reaching straight into the depths of his soul.