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Chapter 118 Tang 3: How is that possible? Wasn't he dead?!
After consuming nearly half of his energy, Tang San finally managed to reinforce the seal again.
This clone didn't have much energy to begin with; it used up nearly a third of it last time it attacked, and this time it used up nearly half of it again.
Now, the little power he has left is only enough for him to make one more move.
But what weighed heavily on his mind was the discovery that the damage caused by that person's last attack was far more severe than he had imagined.
Although the energy stirred within the Golden Dragon King's divine core appeared calm on the surface, the surging power beneath had already caused irreparable damage to the remaining seals.
Even the seal he has now reinforced himself probably won't last long.
Tang San frowned deeply. If Tang Wulin couldn't improve his strength as soon as possible, the next time the seal loosened, it probably wouldn't be as simple as just being unconscious.
Even if he was extremely anxious, the remaining power of his clone was limited.
All he can do now is deal with the immediate situation and then take it one step at a time.
This was the first time since he became a god that he had encountered something that made him feel so "powerless".
According to his estimate, Tang Wulin would probably remain unconscious for about two days before waking up.
However, his vital signs are stable now; he just hasn't woken up yet.
The teachers and students outside probably wouldn't do anything reckless.
Everything will be fine once two days have passed.
However... just half a day later, he was suddenly "awakened"!
Because he clearly sensed that a strange energy was entering Tang Wulin's body.
This power, in terms of intensity, is far inferior to his divine power.
Yet it contains a strange and mysterious fluctuation, enigmatic and elusive.
Tang San could clearly sense that, nourished by this power, Tang Wulin was showing signs of waking up ahead of schedule.
This is undoubtedly good news for Tang San.
His mood improved somewhat as a result.
So he turned his gaze to the outside world, wanting to see what kind of geniuses would emerge on the Douluo Continent ten thousand years later.
However... just a moment later, Tang San's expression froze completely.
His gaze fell on the two figures outside.
One of them was the boy standing by the bed, about eleven or twelve years old, with a calm demeanor and deep eyes.
There was a faint aura about him that even Tang San found somewhat familiar.
What truly froze Tang San was not the boy, but the illusory figure that was currently hovering beside him.
It was an old man with snow-white hair, a long robe that seemed like mist, an aged yet dignified face, and faint magical runes surrounding him.
At this moment, he was floating there, one hand gently raised, the staff in his hand flowing with the strange power that was nourishing Tang Wulin.
Tang San's pupils trembled violently.
His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.
Even with his divine status and the experience of countless years, he could not remain calm at this moment!
"How...is this possible?!"
He muttered to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief.
His thoughts seemed to be suddenly pulled back ten thousand years by an invisible hand.
Those long-forgotten memories surged into my mind like a tide.
That was also a crucial moment for him, the God-King.
Ten thousand years ago, he discovered a chosen one in the lower realm.
It was because of that chosen one that the Tang Clan was able to rise again, and he was able to gain another capable assistant in the God Realm.
He remembered that year, in Haotian Fortress in the lower realm.
That chosen one faced a life-or-death crisis and was on the verge of death.
His teacher, a remnant soul at the demigod level, sacrificed himself to save him from a certain death.
Tang San witnessed all of this in the God Realm at the time, and he could have easily resolved the crisis if he had taken action.
But he didn't do that.
Although the chosen ones carry the destiny of the continent, certain experiences are necessary for them to truly grow.
Hardship, pain, loss, despair... these are the prices of growing up.
The teacher's sacrifice was also part of his growth.
He watched as the remnant soul of that demigod burned away, watched the last glimmer of light dissipate between heaven and earth, and watched the chosen one of destiny weep uncontrollably.
He knew it was fate's arrangement.
That was the ordeal that the boy had to endure.
But now... what did he see?
He saw the demigod Electrox, who had been dead beyond any doubt, reappear before him!
How is that possible?
That demigod had already burned his divine fire ten thousand years ago and completely vanished into the world.
Even the Supreme God-King couldn't possibly resurrect him!
Despite his wisdom, he told him that it was absolutely impossible.
But now, there's no faking it all.
Whether it's their appearance, their condition, or even the power they wield called magic, they are all exactly the same.
Tang San's mind trembled violently.
The demigod who had completely perished ten thousand years ago had now reappeared before him.
How is that possible?
What exactly happened?
While his mind was in shock, Tang San's gaze subconsciously shifted to the boy next to Electrolux.
I had only glanced at it briefly before, and it seemed somewhat familiar, but I hadn't thought about it in detail.
But at this moment, because Electrox recalled the scene from ten thousand years ago, the boy's appearance gradually overlapped with someone in his mind.
Tang San's pupils contracted involuntarily once again!
"Huo... Huo Yuhao?!"
He murmured, his voice trembling with disbelief.
If he only saw this boy, he might just think that they were two people who looked similar.
But now, Electrolux has appeared.
If this is just a coincidence, then it's too much of a coincidence, so much so that it's hard not to believe it.
This young man is probably Huo Yuhao himself.
……
A moment later, Electrolux stopped chanting.
His gaze fell on Huo Yuhao, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Although magic is a power from another world, it can be used in this world as well."
"If you want to learn, I will teach you."
Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up. He could travel between two worlds and had twice the time of others, so he had plenty of time to study this new field of knowledge.
Without hesitation, he nodded immediately: "Thank you, teacher."
Electrolux smiled. "Between us, there's no need for such formalities."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the still unconscious figure on the bed.
"Your classmate is about to wake up."
As soon as he finished speaking, Electrolux's figure slowly dissipated into the air, returning to Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea.
"Um……"
A moment later, a low groan came from the bed.
Tang Wulin's eyelids twitched slightly a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was still somewhat dazed and unfocused, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.
He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before he came to his senses and slowly sat up.
Then, he saw Huo Yuhao standing by the bed.
"Yuhao?" His voice was a little hoarse, still groggy from just waking up. "What are you doing here?"
Huo Yuhao looked at him and said truthfully, "You were unconscious last night. Not only me, but everyone else came too."
Tang Wulin blinked his beautiful big eyes and recalled his experience last night.
At this moment, Huo Yuhao opened the door and let the people who were anxiously waiting outside come in.
The crowd surrounded Tang Wulin, asking him all sorts of questions about his situation.
Tang Wulin felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he looked at their concerned eyes.
At the same time, a sense of guilt also welled up.
He could roughly guess that his unconsciousness last night must be related to the dragon inside his body.
But Old Tang said he couldn't tell anyone this secret.
That was something he had to bear alone, a secret he couldn't share with others.
Faced with the concerned looks from everyone, Tang Wulin remained silent for a moment, and finally could only apologize in his heart.
"Don't worry, everyone." He raised his head and smiled. "I'm fine. I probably overdid it last night and haven't recovered yet."
Upon hearing this, Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan's tense expressions immediately relaxed, and they said things like "That's good" and "Don't work so hard in the future."
The other three, however, frowned imperceptibly.
Over-cultivation?
They won't believe that reason.