A Direct Strike at the Golden Dragon King Origin
"Greetings, senior."
A shadowy figure moved, and the Monarch Domain slowly returned to his body. Jiang Xiu stepped out, carrying the imprisoned Dark Bell, and bowed slightly to the Plane Spirit.
Looking at the old man in front of him, a strange look flashed in Jiang Xiu's eyes. He was certain that the old man had discovered his hiding place when he appeared, and that today's grand drama was actually orchestrated by the old man.
"Not bad, not bad at all. As expected of the anomaly judged by those two traitors, young friend, your courage is truly remarkable, and your talent far surpasses that of Ha Luosa back then."
With his gaze fixed on Jiang Xiu, the Plane Spirit's aged face showed a satisfied smile, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his scarred eyes.
"I dare not accept such praise. Senior, it is your slaying of the villain that truly earns my deepest respect," Jiang Xiu said humbly, waving his hand with a flick of his eye.
Meanwhile, Dark Bell raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Jiang Xiu with some surprise in her beautiful eyes. Jiang Xiu's few words had not only conveyed goodwill to the Plane Spirit, but also directly stated his position, clearly indicating that he was on the same side as the Plane Spirit.
"Hahaha," the Plane Spirit stroked its beard and chuckled, its gaze towards Jiang Xiu showing even greater satisfaction. "You're very good, really very good. Your style of handling matters is far superior to Ha Luosa's."
Meanwhile, the fallen Underworld Emperor, Ha Luosa, was severely injured and unconscious...
"Senior, from what you just said, you are Plane Spirit of our Douluo Continent. Why have you fallen to such a state? And what is your relationship with this Underworld Emperor Ha Luosa...?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiu's purple eyes deepened slightly, and he pointed at the Underworld Emperor Ha Luosa and asked.
Jiang Xiu couldn't deny his doubts about these two unexpected events, which were completely different from his plans. Moreover, the events that had occurred earlier were, to put it another way, entirely unrelated to his original intentions.
The steps were incorrect, but the result was correct.
They even exceeded their targets.
"Cough cough cough..." The Plane Spirit was about to speak when it suddenly coughed a few times, and its entire figure became somewhat illusory, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
"Are you alright?" Jiang Xiu quickly stepped forward and asked with concern, hoping to learn something from this Old Plane Spirit.
The Plane Spirit shook its head slightly, a hint of melancholy in its eyes. It waved its hand and said, "It's alright. I was just the last remaining remnant soul of mine. I escaped by chance back then, and now, after annihilating Tang San's wisp of divine consciousness, I'm at my last gasp."
"You..." Jiang Xiu opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He vaguely knew about the fate of the Old Plane Spirit.
The strong individuals we nurtured not only showed no gratitude but also Forget Origin their roots, coming back to kick us to the curb.
It can be said that even a drop of kindness will be repaid with a vengeance.
"Alright, I know you have many questions, but now is not the time to discuss them. I will answer them for you later," the Plane Spirit coughed twice and pointed to the fallen Tang Wulin.
"This person possesses the essence of the Golden Dragon King, one of the two original avatars of the Dragon God, while you possess the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon Martial Soul. How about I transfer the Golden Dragon King Origin from him to you?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he quickly regained his composure and asked softly.
"What are your requirements, senior?"
He knew all too well that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and that any benefits from anyone other than his master were accompanied by hidden charges.
"There's no need to be so tense. I have no demands. I only hope that you obtain the Golden Dragon King Origin and, after you grow up, can eliminate these invading foreign planes from the Douluo Continent one by one, so that the creatures on the continent will no longer suffer."
The Plane Spirit gave Jiang Xiu a deep look and sighed.
"Guardian the continent is our inescapable responsibility, and it is also the duty of a junior. Even if you hadn't said so, I would have done it." Jiang Xiu said solemnly, his expression turning serious, his whole being exuding righteousness.
What his Shadow Monarch lacks are these powerful beings from other planes. With so many natural training grounds, how could he possibly give them up?
Once he truly became an army by himself, he would let these worlds know what it meant to say, "If the enemy can go, so can I!"
Let these dimensions know what the Shadow Scourge is all about!
Furthermore, taking control of these planes would not only strengthen his Shadow Legion but could also help him take that final step.
"This..." The Plane Spirit looked at Jiang Xiu's righteous appearance with a strange expression.
Why did he get the feeling that Jiang Xiu was starting to act strangely?
"Ahem... Alright, let's not delay any longer, let's begin now. I have already transformed this area into my own domain, and outsiders cannot explore it," the Plane Spirit said loudly, putting aside his thoughts, "Let me lend you this final helping hand."
He had his own considerations in doing so. Tang Wulin, as the executor of Tang San- Ten Thousand Year Plan, had now broken off all pretense of civility. The Golden Dragon King Origin could not possibly remain in Tang Wulin's body, and Jiang Xiu was the only variable in Tang San- Ten Thousand Year Plan.
So he already had a plan in mind, but after Jiang Xiu obtained the Golden Dragon King Origin, he still needed to give some instructions and investigate a few things...
"Then what should I do, senior?"
Seeing that he was about to obtain the Golden Dragon King Origin, even Jiang Xiu, with his calm mind, couldn't help but feel a slight ripple.
To a certain extent, the Golden Dragon King Origin can be considered an opportunity to become a god in this Dharma-ending Age, and one that guarantees godhood. No one can remain calm at this moment.
He had previously planned to try it with his second Soul Skill, but now he's given up on that idea.
"Focus your mind. The Golden Dragon King Origin extremely violent. Although it is currently sealed, it is still beyond the capacity of ordinary people to withstand," the Plane Spirit raised its hand to summon Tang Wulin and continued to instruct Jiang Xiu.
"And try your best to suppress him with your Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon Martial Soul. Even if you can't suppress him, you absolutely cannot let the berserk will within the Golden Dragon King Origin gain the upper hand."
Jiang Xiu nodded emphatically and said, "I understand!"
Immediately, Jiang Xiu sat cross-legged on the ground, focusing his mind. His Second Martial Soul, the Purple Brilliant Heaven Destroying Dragon, was poised to be unleashed. Moreover, the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon Martial Soul seemed to know that it was about to be devoured, and it began to stir restlessly.
The Plane Spirit's expression gradually became solemn. Although the Golden Dragon King Origin was sealed, he still had to be very careful. Otherwise, if the violent energy inside leaked out, he and Jiang Xiu would be sent to their deaths.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The Plane Spirit slowly extended its withered, tree-like palm, covered with a layer of transparent gray crystal, and slowly probed into Tang Wulin 'Tang Wulin body. Strangely, it passed through Tang Wulin's chest and entered his body out of thin air.
"Ang ang ang!"
Just then, a series of loud dragon roars suddenly rang out from Tang Wulin's body. The dragon roars were full of violence, anger, struggle and unwillingness. Then, surging blood and qi surged out, dyeing the space that was originally in the gray realm into a blood red color.
The interplay of gray and blood red subtly conveyed an eerie feeling.
"You think you're so great at yelling? What's the use of yelling if you still get banned anyway?"
The Plane Spirit let out a soft shout, its hands continuing their movements without stopping despite the dragon's roar, but a trace of melancholy flashed in its eyes.
His fate was remarkably similar to that of the Golden Dragon King.
They were all schemed against to the death, manipulated to the point of exhaustion.