Day fifteen on Senluo Island, dusk.
The setting sun was red as blood, staining the eerie island a grim, murderous crimson.
Tang Wulin sat cross-legged atop a massive slab of bluestone, the Golden Dragon Spear resting across his knees. His eyes were closed, his breathing long and deep. With every breath, the surrounding natural energy surged into his body like water drawn into a great whale's maw.
Though the Goddess of Life's trial restricted his use of his Martial Soul and bloodline power, fifteen days of life-or-death battles had forced out every ounce of potential hidden in his bones.
Without the Golden Dragon King Bloodline's domineering physical defenses, he had learned to avoid injury through consummate skill; without Soul Skills capable of destroying heaven and earth, he had honed his mastery of the Golden Dragon Spear to the utmost.
His Soul Power Level remained unchanged, but if he encountered that Roc from half a month ago again, he was absolutely confident he could kill it within a hundred exchanges. This strength, built purely upon technique and combat awareness, had even surpassed that of ordinary Limit Douluo on the Douluo Continent who relied on external aids.
"Whew—"
Tang Wulin slowly exhaled a stale breath and opened his eyes. His pinkish-blue eyes were now as deep as the sea, their sharpness concealed.
"You've done very well."
A cool voice came from behind him.
Tang Wulin turned to find the golden-haired woman standing quietly a short distance away. Her movements had been elusive throughout these fifteen days, but whenever he faced mortal danger, she would appear, if only faintly.
The woman wore a simple white dress, her long golden hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. Her skin was more radiant than snow, clear and luminous, without a trace of age. There was only