bdsm-fiction Chapter 85 The Deal Between the Dimensional Spirits: Directly Targeting the Golden Dragon King'
Chapter 85 The Deal Between the Dimensional Spirits: Directly Targeting the Golden Dragon King'
Chapter 85 The Deal Between the Dimensional Spirits: Directly Targeting the Golden Dragon King's Source
"Greetings, senior."
As the shadows shifted and the Monarch's Domain slowly receded back into his own body, Jiang Xiu stepped out with the imprisoned Dark Bell and bowed slightly to the Spirit of the Plane.
Looking at the old man in front of him, a strange look flashed in Jiang Xiu's eyes. He was certain that the old man had discovered his hiding place when he appeared, and that this whole drama was actually orchestrated by the old man.
"Not bad, not bad. As expected of the anomaly judged by those two traitors, young friend, your courage is truly remarkable, and your talent far surpasses that of Harosa back then."
With its gaze fixed on Jiang Xiu, the Spirit of the Plane's aged face showed a satisfied smile, and a glimmer of hope flashed in its scarred eyes.
"I dare not accept such praise. Senior, it is your slaying of the villain that truly earns my deepest respect," Jiang Xiu said humbly, waving his hand with a flick of his eye.
Meanwhile, Dark Bell raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Jiang Xiu with some surprise in her beautiful eyes. Jiang Xiu's few words had not only conveyed goodwill to the Spirit of the Plane, but also directly stated his position, making it clear that he was on the same side as the Spirit of the Plane.
"Hahaha," the dimensional spirit stroked its beard and laughed, its gaze towards Jiang Xiu showing even more satisfaction. "You are very good, really very good. Your style of handling things is far superior to that of Harosa."
Meanwhile, the fallen Hades, Haros, was severely injured and unconscious...
"Senior, from what you just said, you are a plane spirit of our Douluo Continent. Why have you fallen to such a state? And what is your relationship with the Underworld Emperor Halosa...?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiu's purple eyes deepened slightly, and he pointed at the Underworld Emperor Halosa and asked.
Jiang Xiu couldn't deny his doubts about these two unexpected events, which were beyond his plans. Moreover, the events that had occurred earlier were, to put it another way, completely unrelated to his original plan.
The steps were wrong, but the result was correct.
They even exceeded their targets.
"Cough cough cough..." The spirit of the plane was about to speak when it suddenly coughed a few times, and its entire figure became somewhat illusory, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
"Are you alright?" Jiang Xiu quickly stepped forward and asked with concern, hoping to learn something from this old spirit of the plane.
The spirit of the plane shook its head slightly, a hint of melancholy in its eyes, and waved its hand, saying, "It's alright. I was just the last remaining remnant soul of mine. I escaped by chance back then, and now that I've extinguished Tang San's wisp of divine consciousness, I'm at my last gasp."
"You..." Jiang Xiu opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He vaguely knew about the fate of the spirit of the old plane.
The strong individuals we nurtured not only showed no gratitude but also forgot their roots, coming back to kick us to the curb.
It can be said that even a drop of kindness will be repaid with a vengeance.
"Alright, I know you have many questions, but now is not the time to discuss them. I will answer them for you later," the dimensional spirit coughed twice and pointed to the fallen Tang Wulin.
"This person possesses the essence of the Golden Dragon King, one of the two original avatars of the Dragon God, while you possess the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul. How about I transfer the Golden Dragon King's essence from him to you?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he quickly regained his composure and asked softly.
"What are your requirements, senior?"
He knew all too well that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and that any benefits from anyone other than his master were accompanied by hidden charges.
"There's no need to be so nervous. I have no demands. I only hope that you can obtain the Golden Dragon King's essence and grow up so that you can eliminate these foreign planes that have invaded Douluo Continent one by one, and prevent the creatures on the continent from suffering any longer."
The spirit of the plane gave Jiang Xiu a deep look and sighed.
"Protecting the continent is our inescapable responsibility, and it is also the duty of a junior. Even if you hadn't said so, I would have done it." Jiang Xiu said solemnly, his expression turning serious, his whole body exuding righteousness.
What his Shadow King lacks are these powerful beings from other planes. With so many natural training grounds, how could he possibly give them up?
Once he truly becomes an army by himself, he will let these worlds know what it means to be able to go wherever the enemy goes, and so can I!
Let these dimensions know what the Shadow Scourge is all about!
Furthermore, taking control of these planes would not only strengthen his Shadow Legion but could also help him take that final step.
"This..." The Spirit of the Plane looked at Jiang Xiu's righteous appearance with a strange expression.
Why did he feel that Jiang Xiu was acting strangely?
"Ahem... Alright, let's not delay any longer and begin now. I have already transformed this area into my own domain, which outsiders cannot explore," the Spirit of the Plane said loudly, putting aside his thoughts. "Let me lend you this final helping hand."
He had his own considerations for doing this. Tang Wulin, as the executor of Tang San's ten-thousand-year plan, had already broken off relations. The Golden Dragon King's essence could not possibly continue to be placed in Tang Wulin's body, and Jiang Xiu was the only variable in Tang San's ten-thousand-year plan.
So he already had a plan in mind for what to do. However, after Jiang Xiu obtained the Golden Dragon King's essence, he still needed to give some instructions and investigate some things...
"Then what should I do, senior?"
Seeing that he was about to obtain the Golden Dragon King's essence, even Jiang Xiu, with his calm mind, couldn't help but feel a slight ripple.
To a certain extent, the Golden Dragon King's origin can be considered an opportunity to become a god in this Dharma-ending Age, and one that guarantees godhood. No one can remain calm at this moment.
He had previously prepared to try his second soul skill, but now he's skipped it altogether.
"Focus your mind. The Golden Dragon King's essence is extremely violent. Although it is currently sealed, it is still beyond the capacity of ordinary people to withstand," the spirit of the plane beckoned Tang Wulin and continued to instruct Jiang Xiu.
"And use your Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul to suppress him as much as possible. Even if you can't suppress him, you must not let the violent will within the Golden Dragon King's origin gain the upper hand."
Jiang Xiu nodded emphatically and said, "I understand!"
Immediately, Jiang Xiu sat cross-legged on the ground, focusing his mind. His second martial soul, the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon, was poised to be unleashed. Moreover, the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon martial soul seemed to know that it was about to be devoured, and it began to stir restlessly.
The Spirit of the Plane's expression gradually became solemn. Although the Golden Dragon King's origin was sealed, he still had to be very careful. Otherwise, if the violent energy inside leaked out, he and Jiang Xiu would be sent to their deaths.
"Buzzing!"
The spirit of the plane slowly extended its withered, tree-like palm, covered with a layer of transparent gray crystal, and slowly probed into Tang Wulin's body. Strangely, it passed through Tang Wulin's chest and entered Tang Wulin's body out of thin air.
"Ang ang ang!"
Just then, a series of loud dragon roars suddenly rang out from Tang Wulin's body. The dragon roars were full of violence, anger, struggle and unwillingness. Then, surging blood and qi surged out, dyeing the space that was originally in the gray realm into a blood red color.
The interplay of gray and blood red subtly creates an eerie feeling.
"You think you're so good at yelling? What's the use of yelling if you still get banned anyway?"
The Spirit of the Plane let out a soft shout, its hands moving without stopping despite the dragon's roar, but a trace of melancholy flashed in its eyes.
His fate was remarkably similar to that of the Golden Dragon King.
They were all schemed against and manipulated to death.
(End of this chapter)