Eastsea City, Lu Guan's bedroom.
The darkness had long since receded, and peace had returned to the room.
A blood-red sphere of light suddenly burst in and landed on the bed before revealing a human form. It was Lu Guan.
Lu Guan got up and sat cross-legged on the bed, spreading his hands.
Above his left palm hovered a mass of raging golden blood, with faint, low dragon roars echoing from within.
The Golden Dragon King Bloodline!
Above his right palm was a gentle yet supremely pure silver glow, radiating seven-colored elemental fluctuations.
The Silver Dragon King Bloodline!
Looking at the two things in his hands, Lu Guan couldn't help grinning.
Just moments ago, he had used the wisp of origin the Plane Spirit had given him to successfully snatch the Golden and Silver Dragon King Bloodlines from Gu Yue and the other two.
Originally, his target had only been the Golden Dragon King Bloodline. But Na'er had already absorbed a considerable amount by then, leaving him unable to obtain all of it. That would inevitably diminish its effects considerably.
So Lu Guan settled for the next best thing and snatched a portion of the Silver Dragon King Bloodline from Gu Yue.
Sharing the rain and dew equally, so to speak.
"Fortune lies amid danger. The ancients truly didn't deceive me."
Lu Guan tossed the two masses of energy in his hands, then pressed both into his chest without hesitation.
As for little Nightmare?
Hehehe, little Nightmare, this opportunity isn't yours!
At the same time.
Somewhere outside Eastsea City.
Bang!
With a tremendous crash, Tang San's illusory figure flickered violently in midair. His once-solid body had now become almost completely transparent.
"Damn it..." Tang San gritted his teeth, the hand holding the Sea God Trident trembling slightly. "They actually pulled it off!"
Tang San was furious. After all that planning, everything had fallen apart at the final hurdle.
"Father, how did you suffer a backlash from the Plane Spirit?" Tang San's phantom turned toward Tang Hao.
Tang Hao wiped the blood from his chin and planted the Clear Sky Hammer on the ground.
"That old thing has been hiding in the depths of the plane. I've kept it suppressed for six thousand years."
"I never expected it to dare mobilize its power and attack me today."
Tang Hao snorted, delight showing on his face.
"But it doesn't matter." Tang Hao sneered. "Forcibly drawing on plane power this time must have severely damaged its origin. Once this backlash passes, the speed at which I take over the plane will only multiply!"
"Once I completely control the origin of the Douluo Continent and become the true Plane Master..."
Tang Hao clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.
"What waves could a mere handful of soul beasts stir up then? If I want them to live, they'll live. If I want them to die, they'll die!"
Tang San fell silent for a moment.
The Divine Realm had been swept away by a spacetime maelstrom. The Douluo Continent was the Tang Family's last fallback. As long as they secured the plane, there was still a chance to turn everything around.
But...
Tang San shifted his gaze toward Tang Wulin, who lay unconscious in a corner.
Tang Wulin's face was as white as paper. His entire body was soaked in sweat and blood, and his breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible.
Only one of the eighteen seals within him had been broken, and the bloodline he had painstakingly absorbed had been forcibly extracted again. His body was already on the verge of collapse.
"Wulin is in terrible shape."
Tang San walked over and poured what little divine power he had left into Tang Wulin, barely keeping his last breath from slipping away.
"The Soul Beast Clan has made its move. They'll never let Wulin go. This divine consciousness imprint of mine won't last much longer. It'll dissipate soon."
Tang San stood and gazed out into the night, lost in thought.
"We need a foolproof plan to keep him safe. At the very least, nothing can happen to him before you gain complete control of the plane."
"Where on this entire continent could keep Di Tian out..."
"The Tang Sect?" Tang Hao suggested.
"No..." Tang San pondered. The Golden Dragon King Bloodline was lost, but his ten-thousand-year plan could not be allowed to fail. Wulin needed to grow faster.
He laid a hand on Tang Wulin's forehead, where a god had once bestowed a gentle kiss...
Lu Guan sat cross-legged on the bed.
A golden dragon in his left hand, a silver dragon in his right.
At his chest, the wisp of golden Plane Source radiated a gentle glow.
Lu Guan gave a low shout.
War Lord Demon Body, manifest!
Dark red demonic markings instantly spread across his entire body, and Lu Guan slammed his hands together!
The Golden Dragon King Bloodline and Silver Dragon King Origin were forcibly pressed together and shoved straight into the vortex in his chest.
Boom!
Two terrifying powers, utterly different yet sharing the same roots and source, instantly exploded within Lu Guan.
Violent!
Utterly violent!
The moment the Golden Dragon King's bloodline power entered him, it charged through his meridians like ten thousand stampeding beasts. Wherever it passed, his meridians ruptured inch by inch.
The Silver Dragon King's elemental origin carried an inherent rejection. Ice, fire, wind, light, darkness-every element tore madly through his body, trying to destroy this human shell completely.
Pain pierced him to the bone!
Lu Guan trembled violently. Tiny beads of blood seeped through his skin until he was drenched in blood.
At that critical moment, the Plane Source stirred.
Pure golden vitality spread along his meridians.
This power was exceedingly gentle, yet overwhelmingly domineering. Like a pair of invisible hands, it forcibly enveloped the gold and silver energies while continuously repairing Lu Guan's damaged meridians.
Destruction, repair.
Destruction again, repair again.
Through this repeating cycle, the War Lord Demon Body's bloodline power was continuously compressed, purified, and fused.
The elemental origin was dismantled into the most fundamental fragments of law, which were branded deep into his bloodline.
Gradually, the Golden Dragon King's ferocity and the Silver Dragon King's rejection began to weaken.
Under the harmonizing influence of the Plane Source, the gold and silver light slowly intertwined and fused, ultimately becoming a strange nine-colored glow.
At the same time, a trace of primordial chaos dating back to the birth of the Douluo Plane flowed along with it through Lu Guan's blood, reaching every limb and bone.
An unknown amount of time passed.
The pain within Lu Guan gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented sense of power.
This was a leap to a higher level of life!
Thump!
Thump, thump!
His heartbeat thundered like war drums, every beat carrying an oppressive might. Even the air throughout the bedroom seemed to tremble with it.
Lu Guan's eyes snapped open.
Dazzling gold and silver light erupted from his pitch-black eyes!
His left eye was gold, embodying the Golden Dragon King's raging blood qi. His right eye was silver, embodying the Silver Dragon King's command over the elements.
Blood qi! Elements!
Lu Guan clenched his fists. He could clearly sense that his bloodline power had increased beyond measure!
At the same time, he had gained a distinct ability to perceive and control the elements of heaven and earth.
Within him, the Golden and Silver Dragon King blood had fused into nine colors, then taken dragon form once more.
The Dragon God's Blood!
Although he had only stolen portions of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline and Silver Dragon King Bloodline, the plane origin had catalyzed their perfect fusion, actually giving rise to the Dragon God's blood!
The Dragon God's aura was primordial and ancient. As Lu Guan contemplated it, understanding dawned within him!
A soul skill derived from the Dragon God's blood came into being.
A bloodline soul skill!
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