Chapter 319: The Spider God
The Eight Spider Lances on Dugu Feng's back fully extended, piercing straight into Tang San's body.
Their color had changed to purple-gold, utterly devoid of any evil or grotesque aura. Instead, they exuded a kind of regal nobility.
Brilliant golden energy flowed along the eight lances like a stream, running from Tang San's eight ribs into Dugu Feng's back.
At a thought, Dugu Feng commanded the eight spears to fold slowly, the tips withdrawing from Tang San's body.
An astonishing scene followed: as the spider lances retracted, glowing threads of gold stretched like silk between Tang San and the lances, still siphoning energy from the external spirit bone embedded within Tang San.
"Devouring Gold Threads!"
The phrase appeared in Dugu Feng's sea of spirit. It was an evolution of the Eight Spider Lances' devouring ability—a further enhancement of their power.
By using the Devouring Gold Threads, he could drain an enemy's energy from afar, shooting out energy filaments that devoured or entangled and bound.
Once again consuming Tang San's external spirit bone power further refined the Eight Spider Lances, pushing them infinitely closer to the divine level.
Dugu Feng nodded in satisfaction and began to withdraw the energy threads. It was time to leave.
Just then, cold sweat broke across his body. A chilling consciousness suddenly descended.
"Oh? The Spider Emperor wings I bestowed have been destroyed again? Who is responsible?
Did I choose a failure?
No… you also have Spider Emperor wings.
But I don't recall granting them to you!
Let me think…
No, I never did!
I see now—everything you took was seized from that hammer-wielder.
You, serpent, are ruthless enough… and cruel enough!"
An icy voice echoed from within Dugu Feng's Eight Spider Lances, every word as clear as day.
Cold sweat streamed down Dugu Feng's forehead. Who was this?
"Who… are you?" Dugu Feng asked instantly, subdued.
That ethereal, ancient voice made him recall the mysterious thought he once heard during Ye Lingling's martial evolution.
Something that could manifest silently—without reaction even from the Tyrant Poison or the dan bead—
It could only be a god's will.
And taking note of the mention of the "Spider God's Wings," could it refer to the Eight Spider Lances?
"Ah, now I remember. You're the one I granted the Spider God Possession skill before.
It seems you surpass that hammer bearer.
You are… quite remarkable.
I'll be waiting for you."
The voice grew hazier and soon faded away.
The chill on Dugu Feng's body vanished as well. He quickly activated the rainbow light at his brow.
The light spread across his whole body—even shining briefly over Tang San.
Yet again, nothing unusual appeared.
His Eight Spider Lances had returned completely to normal, with the devouring threads and energy fully retracted.
He found nothing out of place.
"So, I was granted the Spider God Possession skill…"
Could the Spider God truly exist?
Spider God Possession was his fifth soul skill, from the Man-Faced Demon Spider.
It doubled all attributes—an all-around enhancement raising his combat strength by more than twofold.
He had been astonished by the skill's origins and wondered if the Spider God was real.
Now, after hearing that voice, Dugu Feng was sure there was indeed a Spider God in the divine realm.
Yet soul beasts could not become gods.
Then was it similar to the Phoenix God—an ancient divine beast?
In Douluo's recorded history, there had never been mention of any Spider God.
If such a deity existed, there were only a limited number of first-level gods—it couldn't be one of them.
Most likely it was a second-tier or third-tier god.
The entity must be searching for a successor!
"He said… he'll be waiting for me."
Dugu Feng showed a strange smile. He intended to inherit the Shura God's position.
How could a second or third-tier god compare to Shura?
Forget it—not worth overthinking now.
Perhaps he was a backup.
Dugu Feng glanced deeply at the unconscious Tang San, bent his knees, and leapt back down the way he came.
Having gained his prize, it was time to disappear.
Once underground, Dugu Feng calmly destroyed every bit of the tunnel.
He then raced away from the Power Clan manor.
Emerging back to the surface, he summoned the Emerald Dragon-Serpent again and rode swiftly back toward Bone Douluo's location.
By the time Dugu Feng returned to his room, no more than two hours had passed.
Around his wrist coiled the meritorious Emerald Dragon-Serpent.
It had already cultivated to sixty thousand years.
That was why Dugu Feng could travel to and from Heaven Dou City within little more than an hour.
He sensed the adjoining room—Bone Douluo seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Indeed, as Dugu Feng knew, Bone Douluo had reached a bottleneck.
At level ninety-five, without new enlightenment it was nearly impossible to ascend to ninety-six.
Past level ninety-five, advancement depended on comprehension.
Sword Douluo, stronger than he, should have reached ninety-six and was perhaps on the verge of ninety-seven.
Sword Douluo's talent had always been superb—had he not perished later in his battle with Bibi Dong, he might have reached ninety-nine.
Bone Douluo, however, had all but given up—he no longer even cultivated at night!
Dugu Feng never wasted practice time. He steadied his mood and resumed training his soul power.
The night passed quietly. By dawn, Dugu Feng and Bone Douluo set out again toward Tongshui City.
Meanwhile, in Heaven Dou City—
Clear Sky Sect.
At dawn, Yu Xiaogang came to visit his beloved son, Tang San.
To Yu Xiaogang, Tang San was truly precious.
Every morning, he rose early to cook personally, preparing nutritious meals for Tang San.
He meticulously researched diet combinations to give Tang San the best foundation for cultivation, hoping to see him achieve Titled Douluo soon.
Once Tang San reached that stage and began applying spirit rings to his second martial soul, Yu Xiaogang himself could soon reach level ninety-five by absorbing ring-gifted soul power.
With twin spirits, none in the world could rival Tang San.
This was Yu Xiaogang's daily hope.
As he reached Tang San's door, something felt odd.
Normally, the door would be open and Tang San already practicing his eye techniques.
But today, the door was closed and the room silent.
"Has Little San grown lazy?
Cultivation depends on daily diligence.
Even before heading for Seagod Island, he cannot slacken!
If we're not yet departing, he should be training all the harder.
How can he still not be up!"
Annoyance rose in Yu Xiaogang's chest.
Though Tang San had always been diligent, there was no "most diligent"—only "more diligent."
Wasting one morning squandered twin-spirit talent.
Yu Xiaogang shoved the door open.
He entered—and grew angrier still.
As expected, Tang San was still in bed.
He shook his head furiously.
Little San, Little San, I'm so disappointed in you.
Just reaching sixty-four and achieving a bit—and already slacking off?
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