Tang San Splits His Soul: You Already Walk the Path to Death

The God of Destruction shook his head, "No."

"We'll still be discovered. It's just that if Tang San isn't looking, we won't be."

"So, you're saying we won't trigger the restrictions Tang San set up at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well immediately, but we will leave traces?" Lin Yuan asked.

The God of Destruction nodded, confirming his statement.

"What? Kid, wanna bet?" The God of Destruction's tone became playful.

"Although I can confuse Tang San's detection, preventing him from finding us right away."

"After that, we might die from three divine punishments after a while, or Tang San might not even know about this until I've completely exacted my revenge."

Lin Yuan fell into thought, the allure of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was worth the risk.

His original plan regarding the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was to wait for Lao Huo to make a move and then seize the opportunity.

But now, an opportunity with extremely high risk and reward lay before him.

He could directly snatch all the immortal herbs except for the source, and Du Busi could pack up all these hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.

Lin Yuan's expression was solemn as he pinched his chin, tapping it with his index finger.

At this moment, not gambling seemed like the wise choice.

But, four years. Only four years.

As long as there were no problems for four years, he could scheme for Electrolux's remnant soul.

Then, he could bring the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect and others to lie low within the Undead Demi-plane, even being able to avoid going out for extended periods.

During these four years, as long as Tang San didn't intervene, they would be absolutely safe.

With the God of Destruction and the God of Life, plus Electrolux's remnant soul, creating several spatial passages connecting various parts of the continent would be no problem.

No matter how audacious Tang San was, he wouldn't dare to launch a large-scale cleansing of the Douluo Continent, as that would easily attract the checks and balances of other God Kings.

"Then let's take the risk." Lin Yuan said to the God of Destruction with a resolute expression.

Admittedly, this decision was not mature, but challenging Tang San with the body of a mortal was inherently an extremely risky endeavor.

For a very long time in the future, Lin Yuan would face the risk of being crushed by Tang San at any moment.

"Sigh, Er Ming. Your decision was too rash," Da Ming, Niu Tian, said helplessly to the Titan Giant Ape as they flew through the air.

Even they, god-level powerhouses, had been injured by this adventure, which only went to show how terrifying that trace of Tang San's divine consciousness left at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well truly was.

That was Tang San's backyard, after all. Messing with it was like Uncle Bu Le defiling Tang San in a cave no one knew about.

"What else could I do? What do you want me to do? You want me to watch Xiao Dong suffer excruciating pain there?" Er Ming, the Titan, cried to Da Ming, tears welling up in his eyes.

In just these few days, the Titan had developed genuine feelings for Wang Dong'er.

After all, she was the child of Sister Xiao Wu, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. Even though she was a split soul that could vanish at any moment, the Titan found Wang Dong'er incredibly adorable.

But one morning, Wang Dong'er began crying out in pain on her bed.

Every treasure had been tried, every medicinal herb used, and even Tang San in the God Realm had suddenly become unreachable.

That's why the Titan, in his desperation, dragged Da Ming to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to find the Eight-Petal Purple Mushroom to treat Wang Dong'er.

"You know, she will eventually..."

"So what? I only know she's Sister Xiao Wu's daughter, she calls me Second Dad, and she calls you Big Dad. If she calls us Dad, can you just stand by and watch her get hurt?"

Da Ming was unable to refute. He had reluctantly agreed to Er Ming's request to force their way into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

If it weren't for the troublesome Trident Seal Tang San had left in Wang Dong'er's sea of consciousness, he would have already used a mental probe to see what exactly was wrong.

Now that the medicinal herbs had been obtained, they would see if they would be effective on Xiao Dong after returning.

Da Ming's eyes became resolute. Unlike Er Ming, he had a clearer understanding of how Tang San would react later.

Regardless, he was prepared to face Tang San's wrath and willing to bear everything for his brother and Xiao Dong.

With a sense of unease, they returned to Haotian Castle...

"Xiao Dong, are you alright?" Da Ming looked at Wang Dong'er, who was devouring food at the dining table, with disbelief.

Wang Dong'er nodded repeatedly at the two of them while stuffing all sorts of roasted meats into her mouth.

She even choked, and Er Ming immediately handed her a drink.

"Mm, I stopped hurting after I woke up. And for some reason, my martial soul has undergone a strange change."

Saying this, Wang Dong'er unfurled the radiant wings of the Radiant Goddess Butterfly.

The butterfly wings, which had originally felt somewhat fragile, were now tougher, and the membrane between them had taken on a dragon scale texture.

A pure dragon's might emanated towards Da Ming, a soul beast with dragon blood, making him feel an urge to submit.

"That's great, Xiao Dong, you're alright!" Er Ming was overjoyed, hugging Wang Dong'er, who was squinting and gnawing on a chicken leg, and spinning her in mid-air.

Da Ming vaguely recalled the feeling he had just experienced and finally shook his head, dismissing it as a cheat given by Tang San.

Just as Er Ming was triumphantly holding Wang Dong'er, a sinister voice entered Er Ming's spiritual sea.

"You have already invited your own death."

The sound of this voice caused Er Ming to shudder uncontrollably.

He looked left and right, unable to find the source of the sound, until he finally looked at Wang Dong'er, who was watching him with a puzzled expression.

"Xiao Dong, did you just say something?"

"No." Wang Dong'er, holding a chicken leg in both hands, tilted her head and looked at Er Ming in confusion.

Er Ming felt a jolt through his entire body and shook his head; that voice just now sounded far too much like Tang San's.

It was likely just an auditory hallucination; after all, ever since Tang San had become a god, he had oppressed him more than enough.

Better not to dwell on such nonsense; thinking too much would only scramble his brain.

The originator of that voice was naturally Tang San, specifically the divine consciousness of Tang San rooted deep within the sea of Wang Dong'er's spirit.

He was currently looking at Titan's annoying face with an expression of disgust, finding that foolish, simple-minded smile particularly revolting.

If he hadn't utilized the measures he left behind in Haotian Castle to freeze communications with the God Realm, that damned version of himself would have tracked him down during the fusion process and obliterated his current self.

Truly, those two were useless at accomplishing anything but excellent at ruining everything; having gone through this ordeal, he had no choice but to immediately fall into a deep slumber.

"Old Tang, didn't you say that your existence was a secret between us? Why did you come out and speak without permission?" Wang Dong'er frowned at Tang San's divine soul within her spirit sea.

Although this strange, weird uncle had caused her so much pain, she had indeed grown much stronger after the Golden Dragon King's seal was broken.

She still had to honor the pinky-promise she made with him, because he gave her such a familiar feeling.

"I couldn't help myself. I am going to sleep now. When the second seal needs to be broken, I will call for you again."

Facing Wang Dong'er, "Old Tang's" tone was much gentler.