Chapter 19: Douluo Consciousness Returns (1 / 1)
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Spirit Pagoda!
The modern Spirit Pagoda Master, upon seeing the video of Yun Ming pointing his gun at the three gods, couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, perhaps that's why I'm not as good as him."
Also being Ultimate Douluo, the Spirit Pagoda Master couldn't muster any fighting spirit against Tang Hao and the other two. Their power was too overwhelming, truly despairing.
Yun Ming, far from being afraid, dared to join the fray and fight the gods.
The gap was immediately apparent.
The other Spirit Pagoda leaders were silent. A woman near the Spirit Pagoda couldn't help but give the Spirit Pagoda Master a cold look.
Although she didn't say it, her eyes seemed to say, "He's the recognized number one in the world, the one closest to godhood. What are you?"
If we were to rank the strongest on Douluo Continent, you'd be in the top 10 at best.
Don't just jump out and distract her from her lover.
On the battlefield, Tang Hao looked at Yun Ming coldly, his eyes filled with disdain: "You? Don't be ridiculous! If it weren't for those two people beside me, I could crush you with one hammer. Get out of here if you know what's best for you."
Yun Ming simply smiled faintly: "You already said it, but it's because I have those two next to me, so how can you kill me with one hammer?"
"You... ahhh—" Tang Hao was about to say something when a sharp pain suddenly ripped through his body.
From his dantian, the thread of destiny had already stretched out a rainbow of light, and a supreme consciousness that everyone present felt a sense of familiarity was rapidly spreading along with it.
"Damn it, come back here!" Tang Hao gritted his teeth at this, mobilizing all his divine power to pull that consciousness back.
"You've had too much to drink! Is that yours? Just let him go!" Tang Wulin's body shimmered with golden light as he mobilized the remaining power of destiny, preparing to pull the Douluo consciousness out in one swift motion.
"Don't grieve there! Stop him!" Tang Hao, feeling the pull increasing, hurriedly shouted to Er Ming.
"No need for your nonsense, I know! Roar—"
Er Ming slowly lowered Daming's body and took a deep breath. His eyes, bright as the moon, now crimson, fixed their gaze fixed on Tang Wulin in mid-air. With a deafening roar, the earth cracked, rocks shattered, dust flew, and mountains collapsed.
"Please hold him off for a while. Buy me some time." Tang Wulin glanced at Er Ming before looking away.
"Leave it to us."
The Golden Ancient Tree and Yun Ming immediately charged towards Er Ming.
The Golden Ancient Tree waved its arms, sending its branches scattering across the sky like a celestial being, showering Er Ming with a blanket of blood.
"Your opponent is us!"
Yun Ming roared, thrusting his Sky-Bearing Spear forward like a streak of light across the night sky, carrying an unstoppable, unstoppable momentum.
Er Ming lashed out with a furious punch, colliding with the Sky-Bearing Spear.
The next moment, Yun Ming was sent flying backwards, his four-character battle armor covered in cracks. His blood surged, and he spat out blood. A single blow had severely injured him.
Countless branches now tightly trapped Er Ming.
"Behold my Titan Fist!" Er Ming roared, his feet straight, channeling a surge of energy from his body upwards, converging into his fist, and striking out with a single blow.
Instantly, a terrifying force erupted. The terrifying force of his punch shook the surrounding earth, and the overwhelming force shattered the branches of the ancient golden tree within a radius of tens of thousands of meters.
The Titan Fist was a move he had created, essentially a technique that unleashed a full burst of power.
It was a power technique he had developed by drawing inspiration from the Chaos Cloak Hammer technique.
"Such a powerful force! Sure enough, the gap between mortals and gods is still vast! But it's precisely because of this that it's interesting, and I'm hoping I can reach that realm in this battle!" Yun Ming mobilized his soul power to suppress the surging Qi and blood within him. Seeing this, he felt a sense of deep emotion, and his fighting spirit grew even stronger!
Adjusting his stance, he immediately charged into the fray again.
The ancient golden tree remained unchanged, its arms waving as endless branches emerged once more.
It was very similar to a plant-based fighting style. While lacking in combat power, it possessed immense vitality, producing an endless supply of trees, grass, and leaves, winning by sheer volume and keeping the opponent at bay.
Unless the opponent's strength was vastly different, and they could be instantly killed with a single blow, a plant-based style of fighting could effectively stall anyone for a significant amount of time.
This was also the fighting style of Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin. While not particularly powerful in combat, she was incredibly effective at dragging things out.
It was a pity she encountered Tang Wulin. Once captured by the power of destiny, even the most tenacious of beings would be controlled.
Tang Wulin possessed the ability to instantly kill his opponent, completely denying him the opportunity to unleash his strengths.
And now, Er Ming was similarly trapped in this cycle. The Ancient Golden Tree couldn't do anything to him, but he couldn't do anything to the Ancient Golden Tree either.
"Waste," Tang Hao muttered inwardly at the sight.
Tang Wulin, through the Divine Domain of Destiny, immediately knew he was being insulting. He sneered, "You still have time to insult others? Pay attention to yourself."
As he spoke, Tang Wulin exerted even more force. The colorful light emanating from his abdomen grew even more dazzling, and the familiarity between them grew even more pronounced.
"Damn it! We've been planning this for so long, how could you just take it away for nothing? I want to see who gives up first, me or your clone?" Tang Hao gritted his teeth and persevered.
He knew that as long as he held Tang Wulin back, his clone would eventually dissipate. As long as he persisted, he would win.
As time passed, Tang Hao's aura began to weaken, the colorful light on his body gradually faded, and his Douluo Consciousness became more and more apparent.
But the light from Tang Wulin's clone also grew dimmer.
From the current situation, it seemed that before Tang Wulin could even summon his Douluo Consciousness, his clone would be on the verge of collapse.
This made Tang Hao burst out laughing: "Haha—it seems you're the loser in the end."
"Really?" Tang Wulin responded calmly. A sly grin crossed his face as Tang Hao watched him. "Tang Hao, have you ever experienced betrayal by your loved one? Would you like me to show you how it feels?"
As soon as these words left his mouth, Tang Hao's smile froze: "What do you mean?"
Before he could finish his words, a voice he would never forget rang out from behind him: "Ah Hao, be careful!"
Before Tang Hao could react, a blue-gold spearhead pierced his chest, and blood gushed from his mouth.
Tang Hao looked down at the blue-gold spearhead and instinctively turned to see a familiar face, one that showed a complex and panicked expression. He exclaimed in astonishment: "Ah Yin, you're still alive!"
Yes, the one who had attacked Tang Hao was none other than Tang Hao's wife, the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin, whom Tang Wulin had previously captured and killed in front of him.
In reality, Tang Wulin hadn't killed her before. After all, Ah Yin was now controlled by the Thread of Destiny. Tang Wulin had simply hidden her, shielded by the Destruction Divine Thunder, for the purpose of this surprise attack.
"Of course she's alive. How's that? Your wife must be happy to be back from the dead, right? She was hiding nearby, observing everything that had happened, by the way," Tang Wulin said playfully, exerting force in his hands.
"Ahhhh—" Tang Hao suddenly felt a piercing pain. Without his power to hold the Thread of Destiny back, the next moment a ball of light radiating a rainbow of light burst forth from his body.
As soon as the ball of light appeared, it detached from the Thread of Destiny and vanished rapidly into the air.
The Thread of Destiny, as if it had lost its target, fell.
The rainbow light that had enveloped Tang Hao vanished completely with that same breath.
Ah Yin looked at Tang Hao with a complex and worried expression. As Tang Wulin had said, she had witnessed everything that had happened.
Originally, she believed Tang Hao couldn't use his dimensional consciousness to save her.
But hearing Tang Wulin's words left her in a daze, a deep sorrow welling up in her heart.
She couldn't understand how her Tang Hao had become like this.
Even if his dimensional consciousness had appeared, at most their plan would have failed, but now he was refusing to save her for his own sake.
This made her feel betrayed. She could die for Tang Hao, and accept his inability to save her.
But she couldn't accept her husband. He clearly had a way to save her, but he had been unwilling to offer that bargaining chip from the beginning.
But the love of so many years could not be erased. For 20,000 years, she had loved the man before her wholeheartedly, yet she was unwilling to offer that bargaining chip when her life depended on it.
God knows how much pain she had felt before, but seeing Tang Hao injured, she was worried. In short, her emotions were quite complicated.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, the entire world trembled violently. The ground shook, and the sky was instantly filled with dark clouds and rumbled with thunder.
It seemed as if it were mingled with endless rage, like a raging god.
Every living being on the Douluo plane trembled uncontrollably, as if they had witnessed their own wrathful parents, and they unconsciously looked up at the sky.
Boundless spiritual energy between heaven and earth rapidly surged toward the sky above Tang Wulin and his companions, forming a terrifying vortex above them.
All satellites that had been watching this area shattered the moment the vortex formed.
It was as if mortal objects could not record the existence of a god!
The screens displayed before the numerous forces on the Douluo Continent instantly turned to snow. They were quite helpless at this, as a satellite was very expensive.
A hollow roar filled with endless anger, accompanied by thunder, echoed from the vortex: "Tang Hao! Die!"
Boom! !
The roar was accompanied by thunder that radiated like divine punishment. The terrifying force of the lightning rained down directly on Tang Hao, carrying with it the wrath of a world.
Tang Hao, whose cultivation had been greatly reduced and whose condition was severely compromised due to the recent departure of his plane consciousness, had no time to react before he was struck by the terrifying thunder.
A Yin, who was standing nearby, was blasted down from the sky to the ground.
Thunder exploded on the ground, flashing with lightning, shaking the earth. The dazzling light was like the simultaneous detonation of dozens of ninth-level fixed-type spirit guide shells.
The entire Douluo Continent was shaken.
The energy contained within could even flatten a medium-sized city.
The lightning faded, dust billowed, and a thousand-meter-long crater appeared on the ground. Tang Hao and his wife lay in the center, their lives unknown.
Shrek City, as the foremost city on Douluo Continent, was forged from materials considered exceptionally strong.
So, no matter how intense the fighting raged in the distance, no matter how the ground shook, the entire city remained standing.
In the hotel, the Goddess of Life, controlling Tang Wulin's body, observed the battle outside with her divine consciousness and couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, what a mess."
The Douluo consciousness outside was still frantically gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This gathering of spiritual energy was so excessive that it was even beginning to affect the balance of the Douluo plane itself.
Though Tang Wulin also wanted his Douluo consciousness to kill Tang Hao, he didn't want to let the entire world die with him in doing so. He quickly mobilized the power of fate to stop the rapidly gathering spiritual energy.
"Wait, please calm down. I understand your anger and your desire for revenge, but there's no need to drag the entire world down with you for someone like him."
Feeling its gathered spiritual energy blocked, the enraged Douluo consciousness regained its composure and focused its attention on Tang Wulin.
"Your aura? You're my son?! You're still alive!" Sensing the familiar aura of Tang Wulin, the Douluo Consciousness's voice shifted from its original anger to a tinge of joy.
Instantly, the rain cleared, and the clouds in the darkness swirled around Tang Wulin like fingers.
It was like a mother reuniting with her beloved son, staring intently at him, as if her heart and eyes were filled with only him.
"Yes, my lucky escape hatch worked. The only downside is that I've been reborn into an enemy." Tang Wulin hadn't expected this kind of attitude from the Douluo Consciousness. He paused for a moment, then spoke with a hint of emotion.
After all, every time he thought of this body as Tang San's bloodline, he felt a wave of unease, yet he could do nothing about it.
Forget about anything else: the cheats Tang Wulin had gained from his rebirth—each one surpassed his original self.
"It's okay. If you don't like it, Mom will help you remove the bloodline from your body. You can choose any other bloodline, or even replace it with your original one," Douluo Consciousness said kindly and dotingly.
"Thank you very much." Tang Wulin's smile widened upon hearing this. He had long wanted to replace Tang San's bloodline, but unfortunately, he had no way to do it before and could only endure it.
"Then~"
Boom!!
Douluo Consciousness was about to say something, but the distant sounds of Er Ming fighting the Golden Ancient Tree and Yun Ming interrupted her thoughts.
Both she and Tang Wulin involuntarily turned their attention to the battlefield over there.