Absorbing the First Layer of the Golden Dragon King Seal

After finishing all this, Tang Wulin sat in the bathtub and began to meditate, as this was the best way to steady his mind.

Nearby, Yao Lao watched as Tang Wulin finished drinking the Earth-Shaking Dragon blood. A pale white flame began to condense in his palm, and once it reached a certain intensity, he injected it directly into Tang Wulin's body.

Tang Wulin's first sensation was not the burning of fire, but an extreme cold, as if his very blood were freezing solid.

And that was indeed the case; as a Heavenly Flame from the Dou Qi Continent, the Bone Chilling Flame could not be judged by conventional logic. Alternating between extreme heat and cold was its defining characteristic.

Within mere seconds, the water in the bathtub had frozen into solid ice, with Tang Wulin's body submerged halfway into the block.

Once the Bone Chilling Flame entered his body, that extreme cold began to affect his soul power, causing its circulation to slow down significantly.

"Circulate the Burning Mantra."

Tang Wulin did not forget Yao Lao's instructions, and the contents of the scroll he had just read flashed through his mind.

Tang Wulin began to circulate his soul power according to the method provided by Yao Lao in the Burning Mantra, while simultaneously guiding the Bone Chilling Flame that was coursing through his body.

But just then, the aura of the Bone Chilling Flame underwent a drastic change.

The extreme cold transformed into extreme heat in an instant, and Tang Wulin felt as if his internal organs were about to be incinerated by the flames.

The ice in the bathtub melted within seconds, and then began to boil.

"Ah!"

Tang Wulin screamed in agony; such pain was far too cruel for a nine-year-old child to endure.

Yao Lao stood to the side, unable to bear watching, while Old Tang remained motionless. In the consciousness of this sliver of divine sense, he could not intervene as long as Tang Wulin's life was not in immediate danger.

But what followed was even more terrifying.

Extreme cold and scorching heat appeared in Tang Wulin's body simultaneously, as the power of the Bone Chilling Flame was unleashed in its entirety.

At this moment, Tang Wulin had completely lost control of his body. He could only rely on instinct to barely maintain the circulation of the Burning Mantra, guiding a sliver of soul power to move through his body alongside the Bone Chilling Flame.

Yet, Tang Wulin did not die. He held on. Even though his consciousness was blurring, he knew he still had unfinished business.

He had yet to become the most powerful soul master on the continent, had yet to repay his parents for raising him, and had yet to find Na'er.

I haven't even gone to see the stars and the sea yet!

Finally, Tang Wulin felt as if something within his body had shattered, and a fierce, violent aura erupted outward.

"It's here!" Old Tang said in a deep voice. "Tang Wulin, prepare yourself. The sealing has only just begun!"

"What?" Tang Wulin exclaimed.

But then, endless pain drowned out his thoughts.

Tang Wulin's continuous screams echoed throughout the studio. It was fortunate that the soundproofing was effective, or there was no telling how much attention it might have drawn.

The power of the Golden Dragon King flooded Tang Wulin's body, but it was too immense and too violent; Tang Wulin could not absorb it all at once.

His martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, released itself involuntarily, and a vast amount of vines filled the entire studio.

At the same time, Tang Wulin's soul spirit, Golden Scale, emerged. The first seal had been completely broken, and the attraction the seal previously held over Golden Scale naturally came to an end.

A day and a night passed.

Tang Wulin remained in this state for an entire day and night. During this time, he felt like giving up many times, thinking it would be easier to just fall asleep, but the unfinished business he held onto kept him going.

After these repeated bouts of perseverance, Tang Wulin's aura gradually stabilized. He had absorbed nearly eighty percent of the power from the Golden Dragon King's first seal, and the pain in his body began to subside.

"Old Tang, everything should be fine now, right?" Yao Lao asked, looking at Tang Wulin's stabilized state.

Old Tang's blurred face also watched Tang Wulin, but suddenly, he shook his head.

"No, it won't work. Tang Wulin can no longer absorb the remaining power of the Golden Dragon King!"

"What?" Yao Lao was shocked. "Why is that?"

"The power of this first Golden Dragon King seal was never meant to be borne at this stage of his life, and his current cultivation is insufficient to withstand this much energy. He likely won't be able to absorb the remaining thirty percent."

"And what happens if he can't absorb that thirty percent?"

"He will still die!"

A look of anxiety appeared on Yao Lao's face as he stepped closer to observe Tang Wulin.

The situation was indeed unfolding as Old Tang had predicted. Tang Wulin's face was flushed, and his body had swollen significantly, making him look like a glutton who had eaten far too much.

"Do you have any way to help?" Yao Lao turned to ask Old Tang.

Old Tang was silent for a moment before shaking his head. "If I intervene, it will consume a massive amount of my divine sense. He still has seventeen seals left to face in the future. If I act now, it might cause accidents with the remaining seals, so I cannot intervene unless it is a matter of life and death."

"I truly don't know what kind of relationship the person who left you behind had with Wulin, but couldn't they have left behind more divine sense? What a waste!"

Yao Lao stopped relying on Old Tang and began to carefully observe Tang Wulin's condition, hoping to find a solution.

Old Tang did not take offense at Yao Lao's words; he was merely a sliver of divine sense and lacked complex emotions.

Seeing Tang Wulin's physical state deteriorating, Yao Lao considered withdrawing the Bone Chilling Flame to interrupt the process, but he couldn't. If he stopped now, the result would almost certainly be death.

Just then, Yao Lao noticed a small golden snake coiled on a small piece of ice beside Tang Wulin.

It was Tang Wulin's soul spirit, Golden Scale. Ever since Tang Wulin began absorbing the first seal of the Golden Dragon King yesterday, Golden Scale had remained outside.

However, Yao Lao noticed that the appearance of Golden Scale seemed to have undergone a slight change; two small bumps had sprouted on the top of its head—they were... horns!

For a serpent like Golden Scale to actually grow horns!

Is it because of the Golden Dragon King's essence?

Previously, Golden Scale could not be summoned by Tang Wulin precisely because its minuscule trace of dragon bloodline had been drawn to the Golden Dragon King's seal.

Could the attraction during that period have caused Golden Scale's bloodline level to rise, granting it a sliver of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline?

If Golden Scale could obtain a sliver of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, would that mean it could also absorb the Golden Dragon King's power? After all, for a soul master, a soul spirit is an inseparable part of themselves from the very moment of fusion.