Ditian stood silently by the bed, looking down at Tang Wulin who was deep in sleep. The moonlight came through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft shadows on the youthful face of the boy.
However, the look on the face of Ditian was unusually serious. This gravity did not come from any sudden feeling of pity for the child.
For the great plan of his race, ending the life of a human boy would not cause any ripples in his heart. What made him feel the situation was difficult was that this matter was much more complex than he thought.
At first, he believed that taking the Golden Dragon King bloodline from a boy who was only a one-ring Spirit Master would be easy. But after checking carefully with his Divine Sense and spirit power, he realized he was wrong.
That Divine Core, which held the violent energy of the Golden Dragon King, had fused deeply with the flesh, blood, and soul of the boy in a way Ditian had never seen. It was not just a parasite; the two were living together as one.
The difficulty of separating them without destroying the core was much higher than his first guess. However, Ditian never planned to let the boy live, so he decided his methods could be more violent.
With his hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation and his knowledge of the Dragon Clan, he felt he could finish the task for his master if he acted quickly.
He looked at the boy and thought that it was just bad luck to carry something that should never have belonged to a human. He slowly raised his right hand and spread his fingers.
In his palm, a small wisp of pure black spirit power appeared, as thin as a piece of silk. A moment later, this black energy and his mental force entered the space between the eyebrows of Tang Wulin.
Ditian remained calm as he guided that power deep into the body of the boy toward the connection point of the Golden Dragon King core. But just as his power touched the edge of the glowing golden core, his expression changed.
The connection between him and his wisp of spirit power was cut off instantly. This sudden change caught him by surprise, and he instinctively tried to pull his energy back.
Before he could react, Tang Wulin, who had been lying still, suddenly floated into the air. The boy flipped over and stood suspended in the space of the room.
He lowered his head slightly, looking down at Ditian from a higher angle. In the perception of Ditian, the aura coming from Tang Wulin had undergone a terrifying change.
Earlier, he was just an ordinary human boy. Now, his body radiated a vast and majestic pressure that felt like a heavy weight.
This pressure was not loud or flashy, but it filled the room like an invisible domain. Ditian felt his body become stiff; he could not move a single muscle.
The eyes of the boy slowly opened, but they were not the clear eyes of a child. There were no pupils or whites, only a deep and watery blue color.
The gaze was cold and empty of emotion, like a god looking down at a small creature. At the same time, a bright golden light exploded from his body, filling the dark room with a brilliant glow.
Ditian, the Lord of Spirit Beasts, felt his heart sink as a wave of shock hit him. What shook him most was that the aura coming from the boy was something he had only felt from his master, the Silver Dragon King.
There was no doubt that the power shown by the boy was not something a human Spirit Master could ever have. The boy raised his right hand and pointed a finger at Ditian.
The tip of his finger glowed with a condensed beam of light that shot out without any warning. That light was not spirit power, but a force from a much higher level.
The pupils of Ditian shrank and dragon scales appeared on his skin as his body tried to defend itself. He pushed his spirit power and his physical strength to the absolute limit.
But against this beam of light, all his defenses were like thin ice under a hot sun. They shattered the moment the light touched them.
The powerful force hit Ditian squarely in the chest. His tall frame was sent flying backward through the air instantly.
The strong wall of the dormitory broke apart like paper when he hit it. Bricks and stones flew everywhere as dust filled the air.
He did not stop, crashing through several more walls in a row with a loud roar. He blasted a hole right through the building and finally hit the ground outside the academy.
The ground shook as a massive crater over ten meters wide formed where he landed. Dirt and rocks shot into the sky as Ditian was buried at the bottom of the pit.
He could not stop himself from coughing up a mouthful of dark gold blood. The clothes on his chest were ruined, and a deep wound on his skin was bleeding.
Faint blue and gold sparks of light stayed in the wound, eating away at his flesh and power. The pain was intense, but the shock in his heart was even worse.
In his dragon eyes, a look of pure terror appeared. At that moment, three words came to his mind: Seagod's Light.
Twenty thousand years ago, during the war of the three gods, Ditian had felt this power from far away in the forest. It was the signature power of the Sea God, and he could not be mistaken.
He thought this would be a simple job to get back the power of the Dragon Clan. He never expected that the Sea God had left such a terrifying trap inside this ordinary boy.
This change ruined all of his plans. The blue eyes of the boy looked across the distance and through the dust into the pit.
When he saw that Ditian was still alive and trying to escape by tearing through space, a look of seriousness appeared on his cold face.
The figure controlling the body of Tang Wulin thought it was impressive that the beast could survive a hit from his light, even if it was just a clone using the power.
The one in control was not Tang Wulin, but his father, the Sea God Tang San. More specifically, it was a clone left behind to protect his son.
The power of this clone was limited and could not be refilled. Because of this, he did not try to attack again as he watched the figure escape.
He watched as the tall man used black light to crack open a hole in space and vanish.
The face of the young boy became twisted with a look of rage that did not fit his age. A cold killing intent filled his blue eyes.
The voice of Tang San came out of the throat of the boy. He cursed the person who had interfered with his plans from ten thousand years ago.
He whispered that the person better hope he never found out who they were. If he did, he promised to turn their bones to dust and destroy their soul.
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