Soul Land 3: Legend Of The Dragon King

The giant golden dragon within his mind struggled and thrashed with all its might, but all to no avail. With the injection of that cold aura, Tang Wulin's boiling blood gradually subsided, and layers of rainbow light surged into his body, causing the crimson color in his mind to recede.

He gradually calmed down, and the cold sensation seemed to have frozen his mind as well. The energy that was surging toward the 13th Golden Dragon King seal also gradually receded. At this point, cracks had already appeared on the 13th seal, but thankfully, everything was stopped before it became too late.

Tang Wulin gradually regained control over his senses, and he felt as if he had just woken up from a vivid dream. He was extremely groggy and disoriented, and the world around him had fallen completely silent.

At this moment, he felt as if he were submerged in a pool of cool and refreshing water, and he gradually fell into a slumber amid the nourishing embrace of this pool of water.

After an indeterminate period of time, Tang Wulin finally woke up again, and in his half-asleep state, he was struck by a strong sense of hunger. He instinctively wanted to eat or drink something, and when he unintentionally came into contact with something that was soft and warm, he immediately latched onto it and reflexively began to devour it.

A cool and refreshing aura emanated from that warm and soft place, and that only further spiked his yearning and desire.

His senses gradually returned to him, and the soft and flawless body in his arms filled him with boundless satisfaction and pleasure. He reflexively tightened his arms around that alluring body and continued to express his desires with reckless abandon.

A burst of urgent panting suddenly rang out, and right at this moment, a bone-chilling sensation spread through his chest, dousing the flames in his heart and also abruptly jerking him completely awake.

In the instant he opened his eyes, he felt as if time had completely stopped.

He was greeted by the sight of a set of exquisitely beautiful blushing features, and the purple eyes looking back at him were filled with boundless allure. If it weren't for the cold sensation constantly pouring into his body from his chest, his blood would most likely instantly be ignited once again.

Strands of silver hair were draped all over his chest and face, and they carried her unique fragrance.

She was right on top of him, and their bodies were completely intertwined. What came as an even bigger shock to him was that neither of them were wearing any clothes, and they were adhered against one another in the most intimate possible way.

There was a beseeching look in her eyes, and she pleaded, "You can't! Please stop! If we do that, your domain will be activated again, and if that happens, I won't have the power to repress it again."

Tang Wulin faltered slightly, and only then did he discover that his arms were firmly locked around her body.

He bit down onto the tip of his own tongue, using the pain to inject a hint of clarity into his own mind. However, when he looked at her again, the intense visual stimulus immediately threatened to set his blood alight again.

Don't look! He abruptly closed his eyes and pushed her away. He was extremely reluctant to do so, but his respect for her and his trust in her judgment outweighed his own reluctance.

As soon as their bodies parted, Tang Wulin was greeted by the sound of loud labored panting. Elemental fluctuations erupted in the surrounding area, and after separating from that alluring body, he felt as if all of his strength had been sucked away.

Only now could he truly assess his own bodily condition, and he was immediately struck by a sense of intense agony that speared through his entire body. He felt as if he had been torn to pieces, then crushed into mincemeat. Even with his superhuman pain tolerance, he couldn't help but let loose a muffled groan, and cold sweat began to bead up on his forehead.

He felt as if his body no longer belonged to him, as if every single cell of his had been torn apart. He was so feeble that he couldn't even move a single finger. With his incredible self-regenerative ability, this was a completely unprecedented situation for him.

In the past, even if he were to suffer severe injuries in battle, he would be able to recover in a short time, but on this occasion, he was not so lucky.

His consciousness gradually returned to him, and he finally recalled some things. His final memory was of his battle against the powerful beings of the Spirit Pagoda, and after that, his mind was infiltrated by that sea of violence, which was where his memories cut off. However, even now, he could still recall the joy of expressing himself with reckless abandon through destruction and slaughter.

He forced himself to ignore his own extreme physical discomfort and peeled back his own eyelids. In his mind, there was something more important than his own bodily condition.

How was Father? Had he survived?

When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the sight of Gu Yuena, who had already sat up and conjured up a suit of blue ice armor around herself.

However, the ice that the suit of armor was constructed from was semi-transparent, so the alluring outline of her body was still somewhat visible to him. However, his concern for his own father outweighed his carnal desires, and he hurriedly asked, "How's my father?"

"Father?" Gu Yuena faltered momentarily before asking, "What happened to Father?"

Tang Wulin's hands balled up into tight fists, and intense hatred appeared in his eyes. "There were members of the Holy Spirit Cult in the Spirit Pagoda..." Thus, he gave Gu Yuena a brief recount of everything that took place within the Spirit Pagoda, and Gu Yuena's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. "No, Father won't die! We'll go back together and save him!"

Tang Wulin was rather taken aback by the fact that Gu Yuena was also referring to his father as "Father", and a peculiar look appeared in his eyes.

"Who are you? Are you Na'er or are you Gu Yue?" Tang Wulin tried to struggle into a sitting position, but the intense agony in his body prevented him from doing so as he was forced to lie back down with another muffled groan.

"Don't move." Gu Yuena hurriedly made her way toward him before pressing her hands against his shoulders, injecting gentle water elements into his body to soothe his pain.

"You can't move right now. Just as you said, the Beautiful Silk Tulip and the others have already taken Father away, and with the Holy Spirit Douluo's treatment, there's a very good chance that he'll be saved. The Beautiful Silk Tulip and the others still haven't returned, so they're most likely contributing to treating Father. What you need to do now is worry about yourself. Your condition is extremely bad, and I have to help you repress your condition. Otherwise, you could easily return to your former state. Hence, you have to make sure to calm yourself down."

Tang Wulin immediately flared up with rage. "My father is almost dead! How am I supposed to calm down? Gu Yuena, I really can't take this anymore. I did everything in my power to respect you and consider your feelings, but why can't you tell me who you are? Do you know how much it hurts me to be kept in the dark like this?"

Gu Yuena faltered slightly upon hearing this, and she bit down on her lower lip as she continued to inject water elements into Tang Wulin's body. Only after a long while did she finally murmur, "Do you really want to know?"

Tang Wulin insisted, "Tell me."

Gu Yuena took a deep breath before giving him a firm nod. "Right now, I'm Na'er."

Na'er? Tang Wulin's mind went completely blank upon hearing this. Did that mean that the person he had just been kissing was Na'er? He had always thought that Gu Yuena was still Gu Yue, and this revelation had truly stunned him into silence. A series of complex emotions welled up in his heart, and he was at a loss for words.

However, Gu Yuena then said something else that snapped him back to reality. "Before this, I was Gu Yue."

Tang Wulin turned to her in a perplexed manner, awaiting a further explanation.