Uncle, Am I Going to Die?!

"Uncle!"

With the situation unclear, Tang San instinctively called out for his uncle.

But it seemed he was the only one in this space. He could call to heaven and receive no answer, call to earth and find no aid.

Looking at that enormous Golden Giant Dragon,

Tang San felt his divine consciousness swell.

It was like being stuffed completely full, his belly bloated to the limit.

Worse still, the first seal on the Golden Giant Dragon's body began to loosen.

Strands of golden light leaked out, seeming to weigh tens of thousands of pounds while burning as hot as branding irons.

As they spilled into his sea of consciousness,

Intense pain nearly drowned Tang San at once.

"Ah!!!!"

"What's going on?"

"Something's wrong, isn't it?"

Yin Chuan watched Tang San's flushed face, his expression uncertain and alarmed.

This wasn't right!

He had absorbed a 450-year Blue Silver Grass Soul Ring beyond his limit.

So what?

Did exceeding the limit by this little with Blue Silver Grass really carry such enormous risks?

Could this 450-year Blue Silver Grass actually burst Tang San to death?

Tang San had the Mysterious Heaven Skill and had awakened the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear Martial Soul. He shouldn't have been in such a sorry state.

"Damn it, there really is a problem!"

Yin Chuan touched Tang San's forehead and found it scalding hot.

Tang San's entire body was like a cooked shrimp.

After Yin Chuan held him in his arms, he immediately curled up, his expression twisted in agony, faint tearing patterns appearing across his skin.

Yellow!

The Blue Silver Grass Soul Ring appeared beneath Tang San's feet.

But Yin Chuan had no mind to care about that thing right now.

"Xiao San, wake up!"

Since there was nothing wrong with the Blue Silver Grass Soul Ring, the problem had to lie elsewhere.

Yin Chuan could not figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

Tang San only had the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear Martial Soul right now. Where could the problem be?

"Uncle, Uncle..."

"Cough, ah!"

Hearing Yin Chuan's voice, Tang San suddenly erupted with strength, breaking directly out of his sea of consciousness and violently coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The difficulty of that feat

Was no less than a vegetative patient waking up!

Yet, driven by familial affection and his longing for his uncle, Tang San heard Yin Chuan's voice and unleashed an unprecedented surge of strength.

At last, he escaped from that mysterious space and the side of the giant dragon.

"Uncle..."

Tang San gave a miserable smile, but lying in Yin Chuan's arms, he felt completely safe.

"Xiao San, what's wrong? Tell Uncle."

Yin Chuan's voice was filled with urgency.

Although Tang San had awakened, his condition had not improved in the slightest. It was still worsening!

At this rate, Tang San would not hold on for long before exploding to death!

Was this a joke?

The story had only just begun, and the protagonist was already about to die suddenly?

"Dragon!"

"Uncle, there's a Golden Giant Dragon inside me. It's terrifying. It has eighteen seals on its body, but... the first seal is starting to break..."

"The energy inside is too terrifying. I can't endure it."

Tang San spoke in broken, strained fragments.

"I understand, Xiao San. Don't fall asleep!"

"Don't sleep! Stay awake!"

Yin Chuan was deeply shaken.

The Golden Dragon King?

What was going on?

There was a Golden Dragon King inside Tang San?

No wonder he did not have the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul. Like Tang Wulin, he had the Golden Dragon King inside him.

This version of Tang San

Had a father following in his son's footsteps!

Fortunately, Yin Chuan had read Soul Land 3 and knew how to deal with this situation.

The heavenly treasures needed for the Golden Dragon King's first seal were a Century Ice Crystal Fruit, a Century Red Flame Fruit, and ten drops of blood from a hundred-year dragon-type soul beast.

He had both the Ice Crystal Fruit and the Red Flame Fruit in his storage Soul Tool.

But the blood of a hundred-year dragon-type soul beast...

"Xiao San, hold on!"

Yin Chuan moved swiftly. At the same time, he took out a rope from his storage Soul Tool and tied Tang San to his back.

Then he charged wildly through the forest!

Dragon-type soul beasts,

Where were the dragon-type soul beasts?!

"Uncle..."

"Am I going to die?"

Tang San's voice had become extremely faint, yet the corners of his mouth curled upward.

Uncle's back was so broad, so sturdy...

Uncle's silhouette...

If he died on his uncle's back, Tang San would die without regrets.

Was his brief life really about to end?

Having an uncle like this could be considered a blessing earned over three lifetimes.

No, I can't die!

I can't let Uncle's efforts go to waste!

I still have to repay Uncle's kindness!

The life force within Tang San had already begun to disperse, but his intense obsession ignited a desire to live.

Uncle was still trying. He could not give up!

"Wail..."

The hundred-year Boar-Toothed Dragon was pierced through by the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear and collapsed desperately into a pool of blood.

Yin Chuan set Tang San down.

He swiftly collected the blood, mixing the Century Red Flame Fruit, the Century Ice Crystal Fruit, and ten drops of the Boar-Toothed Dragon's blood.

Pinching Tang San's nose, he poured it all down his throat in one go.

"That should do it, right?"

Yin Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. At last, he had time to puzzle over the Golden Dragon King issue.

Could someone tell him what the hell was going on?

Why did Tang San have Tang Wulin's template?

The father had become like the son.

That was not how Douluo Continent was written.

Still, Tang San had a strong foundation and the support of heavenly treasures. The Golden Dragon King's first seal should be fine.

Boom!

Yin Chuan was frowning in thought when a wave of heat suddenly rose from Tang San's body, hot air rushing toward his face.

Then came a wave of cold.

One hot, one cold.

The two energies continuously converged within Tang San. Unconsciously, he sat cross-legged and began cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill to resist them. His face alternated between crimson red and frosty white, while he occasionally groaned:

"Uncle, Uncle, Uncle..."

Tang San was clearly enduring tremendous pain.

"Ah."

Yin Chuan sighed.

He silently rose to his feet.

Replacing the Clear Sky Hammer with the Golden Dragon King could be considered a blessing in disguise.

It was just that his nephew would suffer quite a bit.

"I never expected that after creating the Way of the Overlord, I'd end up benefiting you, kid."

Yin Chuan did not know whether to laugh or cry.

He had evolved Tang San's Martial Soul into the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, and with the Golden Dragon King Bloodline added on top, wouldn't this kid defy the heavens?

"But I have the Domination Domain and the identity of Child of Nature, so I'm not bad either."

In truth, Yin Chuan had gained even more from Tang San.

He could not help but marvel that the Good Uncle System had truly picked the right person.

There was nothing wrong with him as an uncle.

A full two days and two nights passed.

Under Yin Chuan's unwavering protection, Tang San finally woke from his suffering.

During that time, he had called out "Uncle" a total of 7,891 times...

"Uncle!"

"I'm fine now!"

"And I even turned misfortune into fortune. Look!"

Tang San excitedly displayed his Golden Dragon Claw.

His right arm had grown a full size larger, his fingers had lengthened, and sharp claws shot out one after another like daggers, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.

Dragon claws!

Golden dragon claws!

"My strength has also increased greatly, and my first soul skill is indeed Blue Silver Peak Strength. It's just that its strength boost isn't as powerful as yours."

After displaying the Golden Dragon Claw, Tang San showed off his yellow hundred-year Soul Ring as well.

The skill was the same as Yin Chuan's.

Only, its quality was somewhat inferior.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's Soul Ring was ultimately self-condensed, and Yin Chuan had also invested more effort into his soul skill. Naturally, Tang San could not compare.

"Not bad, Xiao San. Your willpower was strong enough, and you made it through."

"I'm proud of you!"

Yin Chuan smiled and nodded. His large hand landed on Tang San's head in a fond pat.

That simple acknowledgment

Made Tang San feel as if both feet were floating, his entire body trembling with excitement.

Uncle was proud of him!