Murderous Di Tian, Di Tian at His Peak, Di Tian Who Would Endure No More, Fearless Di Tian

"There's no need to worry about that. The Golden Dragon King only needs your bloodline essence and flesh.

All the pure cultivation and energy you've amassed over your life, along with your two soul cores, can be converted into energy for my Reincarnation Tower to absorb.

If that still isn't enough, you can scrape together some more for me. You should have quite a fortune after all these tens of thousands of years, right?"

"Exactly. Don't tell me you haven't saved any money."

The Golden Dragon King picked up where he left off.

"I'm counting entirely on you now. Reviving the Soul Beast Clan will take buying a huge number of soul spirits, as well as an enormous amount of energy.

Soul spirits do come with some energy of their own, but naturally, that won't be enough."

Di Tian immediately took out a reverse scale and handed it to the Golden Dragon King.

"My Lord, this is my reverse scale. It's also a key that allows free access to my space.

Everything I've accumulated over these tens of thousands of years is stored inside.

Once I'm dead, take whatever you need, whenever you need it. It's my honor to contribute a brick or tile to the revival of the Soul Beast Clan."

"Good, good. You know what's what."

Holding Di Tian's reverse scale in his tiny baby-dragon claws, the Golden Dragon King began rubbing against it. He already couldn't wait to enter Di Tian's space and sleep on all that gold, silver, and jewelry.

Dragons had this one little hobby, and the Golden Dragon King was naturally no exception.

"Then, since there are no more restrictions, can I die now?"

"You're awfully enthusiastic,"

Lin Ming quipped.

"You just can't wait to die, can you?"

"Now? Naturally."

"All right, Golden Dragon King, let's get started. Look how eager Di Tian is. His ideological awareness is truly outstanding."

Lin Ming began urging him on as well. Although the revival of the soul beasts had little to do with him, and it would take a long time to reap the subsequent returns, there were tangible benefits right now.

As long as the Golden Dragon King enhanced his origin bloodline, he could feed an increase in cultivation speed back to Lin Ming.

After absorbing Di Tian, the minimum would be ten percent. Anything above that would depend on luck.

A ten-percent increase in cultivation speed, added to his innate level-five cultivation speed-small as it was, it still counted as a staggering improvement. Besides, this little bit of cultivation speed wasn't what he had his sights on.

Other than their sensory connection, nothing between him and the Golden Dragon King had been severed.

The Golden Dragon King was his detached martial soul, so naturally, a portion of whatever the Golden Dragon King gained would feed back to him.

With all of Beast God Di Tian's essence, wouldn't he stuff himself to bursting?

What did it mean to use cheats?

This was what it meant to use cheats.

He'd already transmigrated, and he still wasn't supposed to cheat?

Wouldn't that make his transmigration a waste?

In short, just do it.

And so Lin Ming began urging him on as well, but an evil smile appeared on the Golden Dragon King's face.

"What's the rush?

Since you're going to die anyway, why not make your death a little more worthwhile?"

At the Golden Dragon King's words, Di Tian froze, then looked at him in bewilderment.

"My Lord, what do you mean?"

"Listen, Di Tian. You've hidden in your shell for tens of thousands of years, until you've become a spineless little wretch. Don't you have any temper at all?

Humans have slaughtered the soul beasts to the brink of extinction and penned you into this tiny place. You're the mighty Beast God, yet you have no temper whatsoever?

Have you long since been assimilated by that one?

Tamed by her?

Lost every last scrap of spirit?

Not even a trace of a desire for revenge."

"My Lord, you mean...?"

Di Tian clenched his fists. How could he not want revenge?

He wanted it every moment of every day, but the Silver Dragon King kept chanting in his ear about considering the bigger picture, the bigger picture, the bigger picture. She really had hypnotized him.

For the bigger picture, he had endured again and again. Even when he could endure no more, he kept enduring. Just as the Golden Dragon King said, he had endured until he became a spineless little wretch.

"You're going to die anyway. Go take Shrek down with you."

"Shrek?"

"Exactly. Take them down with you.

Before you die, show them the soul beasts' fighting spirit. Tell them that revenge from soul beasts hurts.

You want to vent this pent-up fury too, don't you?"

"Yes, My Lord. I dream of it.

But why Shrek?

The Spirit Pagoda slaughtered us to the brink of extinction. Shouldn't I go take the Spirit Pagoda down with me?"

With that little prompting from the Golden Dragon King, Di Tian saw everything clearly. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well die with a thunderous bang.

He only needed to preserve his corpse and soul. After all, he was proficient in spatial power. If he teleported his own corpse away before he died, no one could stop him, not even a god.

"Are you stupid? Why take the Spirit Pagoda down with you?

What if all those soul spirits get damaged?

Fight at their headquarters, and the soul spirits will all be scattered.

Luring them out to fight wouldn't be satisfying either, and they might not even take the bait. But Shrek is different. Shrek is right there. No one will run.

If you fight them to the death, they'll definitely resist with their lives. Besides, the person who originally proposed creating soul spirits was Huo Yuhao of Shrek's Shrek Seven Devils. Shrek Academy also supervised and implemented it throughout the entire process. Shrek Academy was involved from beginning to end.

If not for Shrek, how could the Spirit Pagoda have grown so powerful?

If not for Shrek suppressing the soul beasts, how could the Spirit Pagoda have slaughtered them on such a massive scale?

Shrek was involved in the soul beasts' extinction from beginning to end. Shrek bears the greatest share of responsibility for the Soul Beast Clan's extinction. If you don't take them down with you, who else?

As for the Spirit Pagoda, Lin Boy and I will deal with them slowly in the future. After all, we'll be competing with them for soul spirits, so that feud is inevitable."

The Golden Dragon King made himself very clear, and Di Tian understood completely.

"Yes. Shrek it is."

Come to think of it, Di Tian's hatred for the Spirit Pagoda was nowhere near his hatred for Shrek.

Ten thousand years ago, Shrek had already been at odds with him. Huo Yuhao had taken away the soul beasts' fortune, yet never thought of giving anything back to them, causing the Soul Beast Clan to decline completely.

Afterward, he had even established the Spirit Pagoda, claiming it was to protect soul beasts. In reality, however, soul beasts had become extinct because of him.

Shrek Academy had caused all of this, yet they had stood unshaken for tens of thousands of years. How could the world offer such a sweet deal?

Shrek, your good days are over.

At that moment, Di Tian's eyes brimmed with fighting spirit. With no restraints left on him, he couldn't help wanting to laugh at the thought of what he was about to do.

The Golden Dragon King also reminded him at just the right moment.

"I have only one requirement. Don't go too far.

Vent a little. It would be best if you could kill a few people, but it doesn't matter if you can't.

You're only going to vent your fury. You absolutely must not detonate your blood essence, or there'll be less for me to devour.

Everything else is incidental. Understood?"

"My Lord, I understand completely.

As long as I preserve my blood essence, I can do whatever else I like."

"Exactly. I'll be here waiting for your good news."

"As you command, My Lord."

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Di Tian's mouth. Since he was going to cause a scene, naturally, he had to make it a big one, regardless of how many people would be killed or injured.

Since he was going to die anyway, he no longer had the heart to distinguish right from wrong.

He had suppressed his cultivation for so long. There was no need to suppress it anymore. In a moment, he would give Shrek some electrotherapy and let them enjoy it.

Meanwhile, looking at the eerie smiles on Di Tian's and the Golden Dragon King's faces, Lin Ming couldn't help feeling unnerved.

"Holy beans, isn't Shrek going to enjoy this to death?"

Shrek, the one coming toward you now

was murderous Di Tian,

was Di Tian at his peak,

was Di Tian who would neither hide in his shell nor endure,

was Di Tian without idiot teammates dragging him down,

and was the true Beast God Di Tian, unafraid of death, fearless and dauntless!