Chapter 127: The Golden Dragon King's Remaining Divine Sense
In the end, the wishes of the two still fell through.
The final result was:
Jiang Chen, Tang Wulin, Zhang Yangzi, and Wang Jinxi sharing one dormitory.
The last three had already been arranged in advance since Tang Wulin's data was registered in the system; his dragon-type martial soul could promote the evolution of others. Naturally, the three were placed together.
Xie Xie: ?
As for the girls' dormitory, it was Xu Xiaoyan, Huo Yun'er, the Snow Empress, and Gu Yue.
Fortunately, the beds were bunk-desk combinations, not stacked bunks. Otherwise, if the Snow Empress and Gu Yue had to sleep one atop the other—just imagining that sight was too beautiful!
"Let's go! Time to eat!"
They started with only one hundred initial credits.
They walked to the cafeteria nearest the dormitory building.
The first floor mostly served ordinary food—credits weren't much of an issue there.
The second floor, however, offered true soul beast dishes, filled with spiritual energy and vitality.
No need to worry though—these meals came from sea soul beasts. Even wild soul beasts nowadays often ate specialized sea soul beast feed made by humans.
After all, sea soul beasts weren't classified as actual soul beasts.
"So expensive!" Tang Wulin exclaimed.
The dishes made from sea soul beasts that lived under immense oceanic pressure over a thousand meters deep were extremely nutritious.
The Federation was currently harvesting sea soul beasts on a grand scale to produce highly nutritious food. The sea seemed endless and inexhaustible.
After a hearty meal and plenty of laughter, night had fallen.
Their enrollment day ended with a tour of the vast campus of Douluo University—it was nothing short of enormous.
The university was divided into multiple districts, all interconnected, covering an immense area.
Even traveling by vehicle, it took a full hour to circle the campus.
Even Jiang Chen was intrigued; after all, this academy was built atop the glory of Shrek Academy.
Jointly established by the Spirit Transmission Tower and the Federation, it rivaled Shrek in every aspect.
Yet Shrek Academy always boasted of cultivating gods, making it nearly impossible for others to surpass.
But that was fine. He would strive.
So what if they cultivated gods?
With no Tang God King around anymore, Douluo Continent's future deities would be even more numerous.
Yes—Douluo Continent was full of talent. Jiang Chen wouldn't settle for creating a small divine realm.
King of the Gods—that was also within his reach!
At that moment, Tang Wulin lay on his bed, entering a state of cultivation.
He soon found himself within a familiar, mysterious realm once again.
Surrounded by brilliant light, Old Tang slumbered there.
Tang Wulin sighed.
"Old Tang, when will you wake up again?"
Though Old Tang was talkative, his guidance had been indispensable. Without him, things felt rather unfamiliar.
Before Tang Wulin stood a colossal golden dragon, radiating eighteen glowing rings—red, purple, black, green, blue, and a murderous blood-red hue.
Old Tang had told him these were the seals suppressing the dragon within his body—a creature capable of destroying both the world and him.
Only by gradually breaking these seals and accepting its power could he survive.
Old Tang said that this dragon was dead.
But why did Tang Wulin feel as though it was still alive?
"Ah…"
Now, Tang Wulin hesitated. Should he reveal this secret?
If he did, the Federation or the Spirit Transmission Tower would likely help him deal with the dragon problem inside his body.
And with an Eight-Star Saint Craftsman as his backing, his master would surely protect him, bypassing the need to face this danger alone.
But when Old Tang left him that list of heavenly and earthly treasures—each item rarer and more precious than the last—Tang Wulin felt utterly exhausted.
"Who's there?"
Suddenly, a presence appeared behind him, startling him nearly to death.
Turning around, he found a small golden dragon.
"Roar-roar~~"
"Oh, it's you—Golden Night Dragon!"
Tang Wulin helplessly scooped the tiny creature into his arms and playfully pinched its nose.
"Seriously, how did you even get in here?"
Being a soul spirit, its presence in this mysterious space was quite strange.
According to Old Tang, soul spirits shouldn't be able to enter this sealed realm—it existed within his spiritual sea itself, invisible even to Ultimate Douluos.
At this point, the Golden Night Dragon no longer had its initial dark-golden luster. Its scales had fully transformed into dazzling gold—it looked just like a true Golden Dragon.
"So you've evolved, huh? And now you're acting all proud?"
The little dragon squirmed indignantly in his arms, no longer clinging to him the way it used to.
"If it weren't for me, would you have evolved at all?"
"Roar!"
The Golden Night Dragon snapped lightly at Tang Wulin's finger in defiance, though the bite felt more like a tickle. Its teeth couldn't even pierce his skin.
But the truth the Tang God King never told him was this—the Golden Dragon King was indeed alive.
When the Tang God King had used the Sword of the Three Realms' Judgment to slay the Golden Dragon King, the lack of suppression from the Golden Dragon Spear allowed a fragment of the king's divine consciousness to survive.
To Tang God King, that remnant soul posed no danger—after all, the Golden Dragon King cared only for destruction, devoid of intellect.
That faint trace of divine sense had already drained the last of his intelligence—it was not worth fearing.
Within the seal lay Life, Destruction, Kindness, Evil, Shura, and the Sea God, along with the Sea God's Trident—imbued with divine will.
Even if the Golden Dragon King revived, he would not be a threat.
The Tang God King's plan was simple: his child would inherit the Golden Dragon King's bloodline and status, ascending as a new God King.
Otherwise, he could have easily split and absorbed the Golden Dragon King's divine core long ago—he was the Shura God, after all.
But with the reappearance of the Silver Dragon King, Tang God King realized his millennia-old plan had taken an unexpected turn.
Before falling into slumber, Old Tang had warned him:
"Wulin, the Golden Dragon King still retains a trace of its consciousness. That awareness may threaten your life at a critical moment. You must find a weapon called the Golden Dragon Spear to erase it completely."
The Sea God's Trident could also destroy it, but that would damage the divine core's essence—a loss Tang God King couldn't accept.
Tang Wulin groaned in frustration.
"Where am I even supposed to find a Golden Dragon Spear? Isn't this just making things harder for me?"
Holding the struggling Golden Night Dragon, Tang Wulin grew increasingly troubled.
With a time bomb inside his body, living each day under constant peril, it was a miracle he hadn't broken down yet.
"Where did this dragon inside me even come from?"
"It can't have just appeared out of nowhere!"
In the past, he would have believed everything Old Tang said. But as he matured, he began noticing contradictions—holes in Old Tang's stories that no longer made sense.
Still, he continued to trust him, believing that Old Tang would never intentionally harm him.
"Old Tang… just who are you, really?"
(END CHAPTER)
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