After consuming nearly half of his energy, Tang San finally managed to reinforce the seal.
This avatar's energy was already limited, and the last expenditure had consumed nearly a third of it; this time, it had used up nearly half.
Now, only a tiny amount of power remained, just enough for one more action.
What weighed even more heavily on his mind was the realization that the damage caused by the last intervention was more severe than he had imagined.
Although the energies stirred within the Golden Dragon King's divine core appeared calm on the surface, the underlying currents had caused irreparable damage to the remaining seal.
Even with his personal reinforcement, the Seal was unlikely to hold for much longer.
Tang San's brow furrowed tightly; if Tang Wulin could not quickly increase his strength, the next time the Seal weakened, the consequences would be far worse than mere unconsciousness.
Despite his urgency, the remaining power of his Avatar was limited.
All he could do now was handle the situation at hand and take things one step at a time.
This was the first time since becoming a god that he had felt so powerless.
By his estimate, Tang Wulin would likely remain unconscious for about two days before waking up.
Fortunately, his vital signs were stable; he was just temporarily unable to wake up.
The teachers and classmates outside should be able to handle the situation appropriately.
As long as two days passed, everything would be fine.
However... barely half a day later, he was suddenly jolted awake!
He clearly sensed a peculiar energy entering Tang Wulin's body.
This force, though much weaker than his Divine Power, carried an unusual and profound resonance, mysterious and elusive.
Tang San could clearly sense that, with the nourishment of this energy, Tang Wulin showed signs of waking up earlier than expected.
This was undoubtedly good news for Tang San.
His mood improved slightly.
So, he turned his gaze to the outside World, eager to see what kind of Genius had emerged on Douluo Continent after Ten Thousand Years.
However... a moment later, Tang San's expression froze.
His gaze fell on the two figures outside.
One was a young boy standing by the bed, around eleven or twelve years old, with a steady demeanor and deep eyes.
He carried a faintly familiar aura.
But what truly stunned Tang San was not the boy, but the ethereal figure floating beside him.
It was an old man with snow-white hair and a mist-like robe, his face aged yet dignified, surrounded by faint magical symbols.
He floated there, one hand lightly raised, holding a staff that channeled the peculiar energy nourishing Tang Wulin.
Tang San's pupils trembled violently.
His eyes widened in disbelief, his face filled with incredulity.
Even with the dignity of the God King, even after countless years, he could not maintain his composure!
How could this be... possible?!
He muttered to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief.
His thoughts were suddenly pulled back to Ten Thousand Years ago.
Memories flooded his mind, recalling a crucial moment even for him, the God King.
Ten Thousand Years ago, he had discovered a Child of Destiny in the Lower Realm.
It was because of that child that Tang Sect could rise again, and he gained a capable assistant in the God Realm.
He remembered that year in the Lower Realm's Tang Sect.
That Child of Destiny faced a life-threatening crisis, on the brink of death.
His teacher, a half-god residual soul, sacrificed himself to save him from certain doom.
At that time, Tang San witnessed everything from the God Realm; he could have easily intervened and resolved the crisis.
But he did not.
Although the child of Luck carried the fortune of the land, certain experiences were necessary for true growth.
Trials, pain, loss, despair... these were the costs of growth.
The teacher's sacrifice was part of that growth.
He watched the half-god's residual soul burn out, saw the last glimmer of light scatter in the World, and saw the child of Luck cry out in anguish.
He knew it was fate's design, a trial the boy had to endure.
But now... what did he see?
He saw Electrolux, the half-god who had died Ten Thousand Years ago, appearing before him once again!
How could this be?
That half-god had burned his divine fire and dissipated into the World Ten Thousand Years ago.
Even the highest God King could not resurrect him!
Although reason told him this was impossible, the scene before him was undeniable.
The appearance, state, and even the magic he wielded were all identical.
Tang San's spirit trembled violently.
The half-god who had perished Ten Thousand Years ago now stood before him.
How could this be?
What was happening?
As his spirit trembled, Tang San's gaze involuntarily shifted to the young boy beside Electrolux.
Previously, he had only glanced briefly, finding the boy somewhat familiar but not giving it much thought.
But now, recalling the scene from Ten Thousand Years ago, the boy's features began to overlap with someone from his memory.
Tang San's pupils contracted again!
Huo... Yuhao?!
He muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief.
If he had only seen the boy, he might have thought it was just a coincidence of appearance.
But now, with Electrolux present, this could not be mere chance; it was too improbable to be anything but true.
This boy must indeed be Yuhao.
A moment later, Electrolux stopped his chant.
He looked at Yuhao, a faint smile on his face.
Magic is a power from another World, but it can also be used in this one.
If you wish to learn, I will teach you.
Yuhao's eyes lit up; with his ability to traverse two Worlds, he had twice the time of others and ample opportunity to study this new discipline.
He did not hesitate and nodded immediately, 'Thank you, Teacher.'
Electrolux smiled, You don't need to thank me.
He paused, glancing at the still-unconscious figure on the bed.
'Your classmate will wake up soon.'
With that, Electrolux's figure slowly dissipated into the air, returning to Yuhao's Spiritual Sea.
'Mmm'
A moment later, a low moan came from the bed.
Tang Wulin's eyelids fluttered slightly before opening slowly.
His gaze was somewhat unfocused and scattered, as if waking from a long dream.
He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before coming to his senses and sitting up slowly.
Then, he saw Yuhao standing by the bed.
Yuhao?, he asked, his voice hoarse and confused. What are you doing here?
Yuhao looked at him and explained, You passed out last night; not just me, but others came as well.
Tang Wulin blinked his large, beautiful eyes, recalling the previous night's events.
At that moment, Yuhao opened the door, letting in several anxious people.
They gathered around Tang Wulin, asking about his condition with concern.
Seeing their worried expressions, Tang Wulin felt a warmth in his heart, but also a twinge of guilt.
He could roughly guess that last night's unconsciousness was related to the dragon within him.
But this secret, as Old Tang had said, could not be shared with anyone.
It was a burden he had to bear alone, a secret he could not reveal.
Facing their concerned gazes, Tang Wulin hesitated before silently apologizing in his heart.
Everyone, don't worry., he said, lifting his head with a smile. I'm fine; I probably just overexerted myself last night and couldn't recover in time.
Hearing this, Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan's worried expressions eased, and they told him not to push himself so hard again.
However, the other three furrowed their brows slightly, not convinced by his explanation.
Overexertion from Cultivation?
They did not believe that for a moment.
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A/N:
5 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter
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