I, This Daoist Master, Have Made It

Lin Fan had no idea how much psychological damage his little "exploit-the-bug-and-force-an-upgrade" stunt had done to the locals outside.

He opened his eyes, looking surprisingly well.

"Step one, the engine overhaul is done." Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he turned, his eyes locking onto Luo Sanpao, who was huddled in a corner and trembling nonstop.

"Now it's your turn for an upgrade, Luo Sanpao."

Lin Fan grabbed Luo Sanpao by his fat neck and dragged him over.

"There's no such thing as a malignant mutation in the face of biology and gene-expression regulation! It's just gene silencing and arrested development caused by an inadequate energy supply!"

"If your original bloodline was the Golden Sacred Dragon, then today I'll use these high-density solid Soul Power crystals to reverse-engineer your Ancient Gene Chain! Now—eat this!"

Lin Fan roared. Clenching his right hand, he slammed the tiny thread of golden solid Soul Power that had just formed inside him into Luo Sanpao's body!

"Awooo—!"

A scream came from Luo Sanpao's piglike mouth, which had previously been able to make only snuffling noises.

Beyond the celestial screen, everyone across the continent held their breath.

In the screen's close-up, the purple-red fat covering Luo Sanpao's body began to boil violently the instant it touched the solid golden Soul Power!

Great slabs of fat fell from his skeleton.

"No... please, no..."

In the present timeline, Yu Xiaogang had only just woken up. At the sight, his legs gave way again, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

That was his Martial Soul!

The madman on the screen was torturing his Martial Soul to death!

Just when everyone thought Luo Sanpao was about to shed his old body and be reborn, something went terribly wrong!

Luo Sanpao's violently changing body suddenly stopped.

His limbs, which had just begun to lengthen, seemed to catch against some invisible force. Then they actually began to shrink back!

The golden dragon scales that had just emerged rapidly lost their luster too, turning purple-red again one by one.

"No... the solid Soul Power doesn't have enough energy!"

For all Lin Fan's calculations, he had underestimated one thing: after lying dormant for so many years, the degenerated Golden Sacred Dragon genes inside Luo Sanpao needed far more energy to activate than he had expected!

Luo Sanpao's screams faded into broken whimpers. His body convulsed. His fat chest rose and fell a few times, then went utterly still.

"His heart stopped?!"

Panic appeared on Lin Fan's face for the first time.

Without hesitating, he planted both hands on Luo Sanpao's chest and began pressing down hard.

"Come back to life! I spent a whole day working my ass off to make you what you are. Just try dying on me!"

His movements were rough and frantic. At the same time, he poured the last thread of golden solid Soul Power in his body toward Luo Sanpao's heart!

"Pfft—!"

Lin Fan spat a mouthful of blood.

He had only just endured the agony of compressing his Soul Power, and his body was already riddled with damage. Now, as he forced himself to draw on reserves he no longer had, every meridian in his body groaned under the strain.

His vision blurred. His legs nearly buckled.

But he held on, leaning his weight against Luo Sanpao as he sent the last of his energy into him.

"Come... back... to life!"

A blinding pillar of golden light erupted from Luo Sanpao's body and shot into the sky!

Beneath Luo Sanpao's melted flesh, no white bones lay exposed.

With a succession of cracking sounds, his once short and deformed limbs began stretching wildly, even faster than before!

Pure golden dragon scales radiating an unmistakably sacred aura pierced through Luo Sanpao's newly grown skin. One after another, they soon covered his entire body!

His snout, once like a pig's, extended into a majestic dragon's muzzle.

Two gleaming dragon horns grew from the top of his head!

Wild golden lightning exploded into being around him. Even the surrounding air warped under the terrifying surge of energy.

Boom—!

An ancient dragon's roar rang out, a true cry of the dragon race powerful enough to shatter the nine heavens. The view on the celestial screen pulled back and back.

Before the eyes of the entire continent, the phantom of a Golden Sacred Dragon, bathed in golden lightning and sacred radiance, spread a pair of wings behind Lin Fan vast enough to blot out the stars!

"Whew..." Lin Fan breathed out. His voice was weak, yet filled with an indescribable satisfaction. "It worked."

Even through the celestial screen, the absolute pressure of a god-tier Martial Soul descended upon every Soul Master on Douluo Continent who possessed a Beast Martial Soul.

Thud! Thud!

Across Douluo Continent, thousands upon thousands of low-ranking Beast Martial Soul Masters could not withstand the bloodline suppression bearing down on their very souls. They dropped to their knees as one.

At the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, inside Thunder Hall.

Yu Yuanzhen, the sect's current leader, sat frozen on his throne.

The instant that dragon's roar rang out, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon within him had let out a mournful cry. Like a loach that had seen a true god, it curled up deep in his dantian and trembled.

Yu Yuanzhen's stern, square face twisted with excitement. Veins bulged all over his body.

His fingers, brimming with terrifying power, tightened. The solid-gold dragon-head armrest, sturdy beyond belief, crumbled to powder in his grip!

"A Golden Sacred Dragon... a pure-blooded Golden Sacred Dragon!"

Yu Yuanzhen threw back his head and roared, half laughing and half crying. His voice echoed through the hall, shaking dust from the rafters.

"Who dares call my son useless now?! Who dares?! This is a miracle! A miracle that seized the power of creation from heaven and earth!!!"

Then his laughter stopped short.

Yu Yuanzhen rose from his throne, his eyes bloodred. "Pass down my order. Send people to Nuoding City at once and invite my son... no, the future Dragon God of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, back here! Whatever it takes!"

He paused, then added in a chilling voice, "And that method of compressing Soul Power in his hands belongs to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect alone! Anyone who dares lay a finger on it makes an enemy of me, Yu Yuanzhen!"

"Spirit Hall... Bibi Dong... watch closely. The sons of the Yu family have never been useless!"

Yu Yuanzhen's frenzied voice echoed throughout the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and lingered for a long time.

Inside the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong was still standing in the same position. At some point, however, the scepter had slipped from her hand and fallen to the floor.

Her beautiful eyes remained fixed on the young man on the celestial screen, who had wiped the blood from his mouth and now looked upon the world with commanding eyes. Her body trembled slightly from the shock.

"Is this... who you really are?" Bibi Dong's voice was so faint that even she could barely hear it.

Reason told her that this man on the celestial screen could not possibly be the same coward who had turned and fled before Qian Xunji.

Yet her eyes seemed pinned to the screen by some invisible force. She could not tear them away.

"Let me see... how far you can go."