As he said this, he pointed at Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon Spear. He had taken quite a liking to the impressive weapon. However, ever since he found out that the spear could not be touched, he kept his distance from it out of respect.
Tang Wulin also glanced at the Golden Dragon Spear in his hands as he focused on the intrinsic golden color and large blade at the tip. His heart could not help but fill with pride.
The king's spear! He must master its true essence. Otherwise, he would be disrespecting this divine tool that seemed to have been born alongside him. Yes, in Tang Wulin's heart, the Golden Dragon Spear was a divine tool. If he had not had it, how could he have condensed his dragon core so quickly?
As he looked at the Golden Dragon Spear with slight admiration, Jiang Wuyue said, "You should be breaking through to rank-60 soon, right? Do you need a new spirit soul? If you're planning to get one here, we'll have to go to the Fire Basin's Spirit Pagoda. The spirit souls supplied by the Spirit Pagoda to our Blood God Army are of high quality."
Tang Wulin shook his head. "I don't need that. I have a suitable one already."
Of course, he did. The Damask Tulip was within his Nature's Seed. He could feel the Damask Tulip's and the various hundred-thousand-year cultivation based plant soul beasts' auras. They could be regarded as Tang Wulin's true hidden secret.
A gray wind blew over the land. It gave the landscape a bleak and chilly atmosphere as if the entire world was gray. It was due to the accumulation of countless ashes.
The gray world was vast, and its ends unseen. There were no stars or sun, only an endless gray shade. Beyond the swathe of gray was an even deeper gray!
If a living being came here, the only thing it could feel was the despair emanating from this place.
The endless despair radiated far away. It was boundless and without limit.
There was a figure walking slowly within this forsaken world. His entire body was covered by a large black cloak and was surrounded by a layer of black air which repelled the gray color outside.
If it was said that the surroundings had an aura of despair, then his was that of deathly stillness!
Deathly stillness and despair did not conflict with each other, nor did they clash.
"Why have you come here?!" A low voice suddenly echoed through the surroundings. The entire gray world contorted as if a giant gray vortex was forming.
The black figure finally stopped walking. He lifted his head slowly. From under the black cloak, two sparkling purple beams shot out. This was coming from his gazing eyes.
"Lord of the abyss, isn't it because of your guidance that I'm able to come here?"
"What do you want?" The low voice asked about his intentions for coming directly.
"Our objectives have always been the same, though our means may have differed. What you want is endless consumption and to make the abyss a special Divine Realm in your plane. What I want is an endless supply of wronged ghosts, to make Death a god and turn the world into a Divine Realm of Death. So what we want has always been the same since the very beginning."
The area suddenly stopped contorting. The gray world of despair returned to its normal state.
From afar, a gray figure slowly walked toward the man in black.
The man in black slowly raised his head, revealing his fair chin. An arc was drawn by the edges of his lips. He was smiling contentedly. He knew that his straightforward words had hit their mark.
Nobody would be able to stop his upcoming plans.
Destruction was only the beginning. The funny thing was that those idiots had thought that it was hatred that made him commit such a great wrong against the heavens and brought about disaster. However, they did not know that what he wanted was to make an offering of the Douluo Continent in order to complete his supreme Divine Realm.
What could a swallow know of the swan's dreams? Those people were merely ants. When he became the Holy Spirit Cult's founder, he already had this lofty goal in mind. The current generation was the best opportunity to carry out his plans.
The two figures slowly came closer to each other. Everything around them started contorting again. However, a dash of black was added to the gray surroundings.
Despair, deathly stillness, destruction!
A light flashed and Tang Wulin entered the Star Dou Battle Network again. Above his head, there were two arrows that pointed upward. They were gold and silver. The silver arrow had appeared after he won his first mecha battle. It undoubtedly represented his qualifications to proceed to the next round.
The second match came sooner than he expected. The high technology Battle Network was great in the sense that even though there were millions of contestants, the matches could be finished within the shortest amount of time. Compared to actual combat, it was very convenient.
A faint light flickered, and Tang Wulin smiled slightly. He joined his hands in front of his chest and kept the Golden Dragon Spear in his embrace.
Yes, the spear would not leave his hands. The pole of the spear shone with a brilliant golden light, but it was much dimmer than before.
Tang Wulin's understanding of the Golden Dragon Spear had changed slightly after wielding the spear for two days. He had discovered that the Golden Dragon Spear's size could be altered according to his will.
The Golden Dragon Spear in his hands was currently only two feet long. Its glow was more contained right now and did not attract as much attention. It now looked small, elegant and cute in its own exquisite way.
The second match was about to start!
He wondered what kind of an opponent he would be meeting today. Tang Wulin no longer had high hopes with his luck. He had been focused on understanding the Spear's Consciousness and cultivating his soul power. He was now hoping that his opponent would be more powerful. A worthy opponent would be able to stimulate his potential more.
With that smile on his face, Tang Wulin stretched his limbs and strode into the competition ground. Before him, there were scores of figures joining the match as clusters of lights. Everyone who came here today had golden arrows that were pointing upward above their heads.
After the first elimination round, half of the contestants must have already ended their matches. Today, almost half of them would be eliminated again.
"It's time for the match, Little Tang, get ready for the competition."
A light flashed, and he reentered the competition ground. Holding the Golden Dragon Spear in his hands, Tang Wulin looked at what was facing him.
His opponent had a slender figure and seemed to be a female. The name above her head was concealed, and there were no clues as to her identity since she also had a mask on.
"Three, two, one! Let the match begin!"
"Tang Wulin!" The voice that came from opposite him was filled with fury.
Tang Wulin was stunned. This voice was very familiar to him. 'This can't be?! This luck of mine is truly rotten. I wonder if it's my luck that's rotten or is it hers?…'
Yes, was that not Long Yuxue's voice?
Long Yuxue had threatened him even before the start of the first match that he could not win against her.
However, the two of them had been put against each other now. How could this not be seen as a farcical situation?
Without a doubt, Long Yuxue had known his identity through the Golden Dragon Spear in his hands. They were having a meal together not long ago.
"This…" Tang Wulin was speechless.
"Don't think that you can defeat me so easily. Let's see what you got!" Long Yuxue's voice went from angry to ice cold. The other thing that turned ice cold was the temperature on the competition stage.
Tang Wulin could not help but feel a tinge of helplessness. He could have high battle spirits no matter who his opponent was. However, when he was faced with this person before him, he truly did not have the will to battle.
He was still very grateful to Long Yuxue. Ever since he joined the Blood God Army, Long Yuxue had given him a lot of help. It could be said that without Long Yuxue's assistance, he would certainly not have been able to blend in with the army so quickly. If it were not for her bringing him into actual combat, he would not have the chance to display his strength that easily and join the Blood God Battalion.
Hence, Tang Wulin was still grateful to her. However, this competition was vital to his mission. This would determine whether he would have the right to apply for leave to meet his beloved. He could not afford to lose!