Unsealing, the Newborn Incarnation

That night, Tang Wulin found a high-end hotel and, after paying a hefty room fee, successfully checked in.

The room was spacious, and more importantly, it came with a cultivation chamber; the environment was excellent.

Tang Wulin locked the door and took out the three spiritual items he had purchased at a high price today.

"Teacher, how should I proceed next?"

[Leave it to me.]

"Alright."

Tang Wulin felt his vision go black. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had completely changed, becoming sharper and more intimidating.

Long Yuan had taken over the account once more.

He retrieved an airtight container from the side, tossed in both the Ice Crystal Fruit and the Red Flame Fruit, and then poured in the blood of a dragon-type soul beast.

As soon as the dark purple blood, carrying a faint, fishy scent, touched the Red Flame Fruit, it immediately emitted a popping sound. Red juices splattered, then instantly made contact with the Ice Crystal Fruit, causing faint frost to dissipate.

The container became half-red and half-frozen. Fortunately, the material of the container was of good quality, so there was no risk of it breaking in the short term.

Faintly, the sounds of dragon roars echoed.

Long Yuan rubbed his chin, seemingly understanding the principle behind this folk remedy.

Since ancient times, Douluo Continent had the concept of tempering the golden body with ice and fire. The most classic examples were the Blazing Apricot and the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, which were at the top of the "must-consume" list for almost every "protagonist."

By relying on the two opposing forces of ice and fire to stimulate the bloodline power within the dragon blood, consuming it would not only enhance physical fitness but also grant a certain level of resistance to dragon blood—though only a little.

Still, something was better than nothing.

Long Yuan could immediately think of the ultimate upgraded version of this method: consuming the Blazing Apricot, the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, and his own essence blood together.

"Damn, looking at it this way, could it be that Tang San was in a similar situation at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?"

After all, beneath the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well lay the remains of the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King, which contained a portion of their power.

"Tsk tsk..."

The time was about right, and the violent reaction inside the container had ceased.

Long Yuan opened the container. Immediately, a strange, slightly bloody odor assaulted his nostrils. It was a deep purple liquid, still bubbling continuously, looking somewhat like swamp mud.

He raised the cup and downed it expressionlessly.

This was where the benefit of Long Yuan taking over the account came in; Tang Wulin didn't have to suffer like he did in the original story.

"But is this really okay? This is a great opportunity to train one's willpower."

No, I must be responsible for my disciple's future.

Thinking of this, Long Yuan decisively synchronized the pain he felt through his Sea of Consciousness.

As for himself, what a joke—how could mere fatal pain shake his consciousness?

He silently observed the changes in the body.

Starting from his forehead, faint, web-like golden patterns slowly appeared, spreading throughout his entire body. These diamond-shaped golden patterns transitioned from being translucent to gradually becoming clear.

Two completely opposing sensations were strangely coexisting within the body: blood that felt like it was boiling and a body that felt like it was freezing.

Then came the numbing itch, as if countless ants were crawling over him.

When these sensations gradually faded, the next moment, three types of pain erupted from the depths of his body like a geyser.

"Ah—"

A scream came from the Sea of Consciousness. It was Tang Wulin; unable to withstand the sudden pain, he had passed out directly.

It made sense; after all, a pure spiritual body was often more sensitive to external stimuli. That he had lasted this long was already beyond Long Yuan's expectations.

So, next...

Long Yuan looked inward at his own body, focusing on the eighteen seals.

At this moment, the golden ring representing the first seal was gradually cracking, with fissures slowly spreading across it.

The essence of the Golden Dragon King, representing the power of the Golden Dragon King, gushed out from the slightly broken seal, instinctively wanting to spread. Long Yuan's consciousness stirred, directly controlling this portion of energy essence.

Subsequently, he divided this essence into two parts. One percent of it merged into Tang Wulin's body, gradually flowing toward his right hand with the circulation of his blood.

His right hand gradually emitted a golden light, eventually transforming into a dragon claw, with a faint dragon might lingering upon it. He could feel the power of "destruction" within it.

"Very good. I have successfully made this body absorb a portion of the bloodline power. Now, let my plan begin."

He looked at the golden ball of light in his hand. He could feel the power within it; it was almost comparable to the total soul power of a level 60 Soul Emperor.

Recalling the essence of Na'er from back then, Long Yuan used his consciousness to mold his future body bit by bit.

He was no master modeler, so he directly referenced a portion of the Golden Dragon King's former appearance. Finally, a young man with golden hair appeared before him.

He looked to be about eighteen years old, with a tall and imposing physique.

"Very good, worthy of me."

Next, Long Yuan's consciousness peeled away from Tang Wulin's body bit by bit and then burrowed into this body he had molded, leaving only a tiny sliver inside Tang Wulin to act as his mouthpiece.

Tang Wulin's body, having lost control, collapsed to the floor; he had yet to wake up.

According to his calculations, it would take at least another five days for Tang Wulin to wake up, a period that accounted for both the recovery of his soul and the time needed for his body to adapt.

Fortunately, Tang Wulin had paid for half a month of lodging upfront; otherwise, things would have been quite difficult.

After Long Yuan finished acclimating to his body, he took out the orb of spiritual origin.

Then, he opened his mouth and swallowed it whole.

Boundless spiritual power surged forth, scouring every cell in his body as silver light danced across his skin, gradually being devoured by him.

He felt his field of vision soaring upward, the surrounding scenery receding bit by bit until it grew illusory.

Finally, he actually crossed through the clouds and arrived in the vast starry sky.

"This is..."

It was his first time viewing Douluo Continent, or rather, Douluo Planet, from this perspective.

What he saw now was not the planet from his memories, but a bizarre and kaleidoscopic world.

If the universe was a pitch-black void, then Douluo Planet was a world composed of endless green light.

"This is... the aura of life..."

The more intense the green light, the more living creatures there were, and the higher their life levels.

Among them, three locations were the most dazzling, and Long Yuan silently memorized their positions.

Two of them were quite close to each other: the Golden Ancient Tree in Shrek City, and the one closer to him, the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Forest.

The third location hung alone in the ocean to the north; it was a small island.

"Could this be Devil Island from the original work?"

However, if he could detect the powerful life force of the Star Dou Forest in his current state, could Tang Hao, the Plane Master, and A Yin, the Golden Ancient Tree, truly be unaware of it?

"It seems there is a story here that I am not yet privy to."

Suddenly, a murky gaze caught his attention!

But just as quickly, that gaze vanished.

Long Yuan looked toward that direction, but he saw nothing but the deep, starry sky.