Soul Land 3: Legend Of The Dragon King

Tang Wulin was panting heavily, but he didn't know whether he was actually breathing in this strange world, and he was constantly gasping for breath.

Even though he had only witnessed a very short scene, it had left an extremely deep impression in his heart.

The auras of his father and those three other beings had been imprinted deep into Tang Wulin's mind, and in the final instant, where his father had unleashed the power of the Sea God's Trident, something seemed to have suddenly clicked in his mind.

This was a very peculiar sensation that couldn't be described through words, but it was definitely real.

Only after a long while did Tang Wulin manage to catch his breath. "Return."

Golden light flashed, and in the next instant, he was plunged into the cool and refreshing water of the Sea God's Lake.

Returning to reality was also a very comforting feeling, and he reflexively stretched while heaving a long sigh of relief.

He thought back to what he had just witnessed over and over again, particularly the words that his father had spoken to him at the end. It was only a brief message, but through it, he could sense his father's love, and it was this fatherly love that was supporting Tang San in his battle against the gods.

Why was it that his father was facing such formidable opponents? Tang San was already a godking; just how powerful were his opponents to have forced him to that extent?

You have to win, Father! 

The gashes on the Sea God's Trident were a clear indication of just how ferocious the battle had been.

However, as Tang Wulin summoned the Sea God's Trident, he discovered that it was completely unscathed, as if the damaged trident he had seen in that golden space had been nothing more than an illusion.

He reached out to grab the trident, and he could immediately sense that he now had a greater level of affinity with the weapon. He could sense that he had grown closer to this transcendent divine weapon and was better able to use it.

Tang Wulin had confidence in both himself and his father. If it weren't for the fact that he had to set off to steal Eternal Heaven soon, he really wanted to complete all Nine Trials of the Sea God so he could truly master this transcendent divine weapon.

Furthermore, he could sense that this transcendent divine weapon was a bridge between him and his father, and through it, he seemed to be able to see the situation on his father's end.

Father, I'm going to work hard to become powerful as well so I can find you, Mother, and Big Sister! 

A burst of rich life energy suddenly swept toward Tang Wulin, enveloping his entire body in a warm and comfortable embrace.

"Thank you," Tang Wulin said as he turned to the tree of life.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that the last burst of life energy had been completely digested, but the tree of life was no longer growing. Even so, its mere presence instilled within Tang Wulin a sense of comfort and security.

Tang Wulin drifted over to the tree of life, and a green light barrier kept out the water around him as he sat down to meditate.

This was an instinctive gesture made so that he could absorb everything that he had seen in the third trial.

Even though he had only witnessed the auras of those four almighty beings, they were imprinted deep into his mind, just like that trident seal.

This was by far the shortest of the three trials he had endured, but Tang Wulin could clearly sense that it would require the most time for him to digest and absorb what he had seen. Learning from those auras would perhaps be a vital step for his future breakthrough to become a Limit Douluo.

...... 

Ling Zichen had just finished her recount, and Yali's brows furrowed slightly as she said, "So Harosha decided to resurface at a time like this. Don't worry, Wulin will be fine."

She was well aware of Tang Wulin's relationship with the tree of life. Ever since the tree of life's revival, Tang Wulin had essentially attained an immortal body. So long as the tree of life continued to exist, it would be next to impossible to kill Tang Wulin as he could return to the tree of life at any time. This stemmed from the blessing of the plane, so only power that exceeded planar power would be able to sever this connection.

Harosha was extremely powerful, but he was still only a quasigod.

As for why Tang Wulin had been mysteriously teleported away, Yali knew that this had something to do with the many secrets he had been harboring. All of the Limit Douluos of Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect were aware of the existence of those secrets to a certain extent, but they were sure that this wouldn't affect Tang Wulin's mental state.

The most important reason for this was that he was the Son of Nature and the one blessed by the plane; there was no way that the plane and the tree of life would misjudge his character.

This was why the Amorous Douluo and Heartless Douluo had been so decisive in making Tang Wulin the new Tang Sect Master.

Furthermore, he was being protected by the tree of life, so there was no need to worry about his safety.

"That's good to hear, but that enemy really was extremely powerful," Ling Zichen said with tightly furrowed brows.

"It's alright, the current Shrek Academy is well equipped to deal with them. You must be tired as well; go back and rest."

Ling Zichen nodded before departing, but she didn't go to rest. For a scientist like her, rest was a luxury.

In particular, after witnessing the power of Tang Wulin and Harosha, she was inspired and had developed new ideas surrounding several of her research projects that were currently at a critical juncture.

She had always thought that her divine-grade mecha was very powerful, but it was apparent that it still wasn't powerful enough to contend with a Limit Douluo. She needed more offensive power. As for the side-effects, who cares? Power was the most important thing!

Unbeknownst to Tang Wulin, his battle against Harosha had brought on another wave of insanity for Ling Zichen.

One week later.

The soul train drew to a smooth halt in the Bright City Soul Train Station, and the passengers got out before flooding toward the exit.

After everyone else had disembarked, a few people emerged from different carriages.

The carriages weren't far away from one another, but they still made sure to engage in silent communication by exchanging glances with one another.

A man and a woman had emerged from the final carriage, and the former was a handsome man who appeared to be in his twenties with a head of dashing blue hair, while the latter was a woman wearing a tight-fitting jumpsuit that perfectly highlighted her explosive curls. 

The woman wore a faint smile and had an arm wound around one of the young man's arms.

Anyone familiar with this woman would undoubtedly be stunned by what they were seeing. This woman was none other than Ling Zichen, the epitome of chaos, violence, and insanity, yet now, she was clinging to the young man like an obedient wife.