Not long after, the restrained Tang Wulin suddenly began to move.
His body started to throb with bursts of energy, as if something was on the verge of being forced out.
The first item to emerge was the Shura God Divine Position Inheritance Seed. The integration time had been far too short—Tang Wulin couldn't even begin to master its power.
As a result, it was the first to be extracted and refined by Di Tian.
At the same time, Tang Wulin set a new record—becoming the shortest-reigning Shura God in history.
A hexagonal bloodstone, wrapped in golden edges and radiating dense, overwhelming blood energy, rose into the air and was seized by Di Tian.
Along with it, the Shura Sword, a supreme divine weapon born from the inheritance seed, was taken into Di Tian's possession.
In the next moment, the Golden Dragon King's Divine Core was stripped from Tang Wulin's body.
As it left his body, numerous strands of blood-golden hybrid threads stretched out between the divine core and Tang Wulin's form.
The bond had formed long ago—from the day he was born, the Golden Dragon King's divine core had been implanted within him.
After the seal was broken, all the scattered Golden Dragon King bloodline he absorbed had reshaped his very lineage.
Over the long passage of time, the threads of blood and gold eventually snapped, completely severing the connection as the divine core was drawn away.
When Di Tian seized the core, a brutal and bloodthirsty destruction will emerged alongside it—the remnants of the Golden Dragon King's instinctive divine consciousness.
It had been struck twice by the Tri-Realm Judgment Sword, a divine skill powered by the might of the five great god-kings. The first strike obliterated the Golden Dragon King's physical form, which had surpassed even most god-kings. The second strike annihilated the part of its consciousness that sought mutual destruction.
What remained was this will of destruction—implanted into Tang Wulin's body with the divine core.
Unfortunately for the Golden Dragon King, this remnant was turned into a double-edged sword—both a source of danger and power for Tang Wulin.
However, this destructive will, while potent, could not affect Di Tian.
In truth, Di Tian had existed even before the Golden Dragon King.
He had wandered far and wide, seen the majestic peaks and endured the darkest valleys, yet never strayed from his path. The strength of his tempered will was far beyond what a fledgling like Tang Wulin could compare to.
Even with the divine core brimming with chaotic and violent will in his hand, he remained completely unaffected.
After retrieving the last must-have divine weapon—the Golden Dragon Spear—Di Tian turned his gaze to Tang Wulin's body.
Then, he brought out a unique spiritual artifact: the Bell of Fear.
"Ding… ding… ding…"
With each chime, divine sound waves rippled outward. A spiritual ability akin to the Remnant Dream Martial Soul activated, making Tang Wulin's body move like a puppet.
His lips began to murmur, revealing to Di Tian everything he had learned from Tang San about the current state of the Divine Realm.
"Tch, to send back the Shura God Inheritance Seed, he nearly drained the Divine Realm's central energy. Yet he managed to hide it from all the gods there? Tang San really is something else."
Di Tian couldn't help but marvel at what Tang San had done.
It seemed his plan—using Gu Yuena as a tether to lock onto Tang Wulin and Tang San's divine consciousness, siphoning off divine energy—was a resounding success.
The only imperfection was that the Destruction God and Life God Inheritance Seeds, which were in Tang San's possession, hadn't come through.
Those unclaimed god-king-level divine seeds were still incredibly valuable to Di Tian.
So now the question became:Could Tang Wulin and Tang San still be squeezed for more?
After all, Tang San had already proven his ability—transmitting a god-king's inheritance to the Douluo Plane without any gods noticing.
At that moment, Di Tian's golden dragon eyes flashed with sharp brilliance.
Inside the space sealed by the Dragon God's Claw, seeing his foundation being stripped one piece at a time, and realizing his very life was next, Tang San's divine consciousness panicked.
The extreme pressure triggered an explosive reaction.
He spotted a flaw in the seal created by the Dragon God's Claw.
No time to think whether the flaw was real or a trap.
No time to think at all.
Thankfully, after sending the Shura God seed back, others had helped replenish the Divine Realm's central energy.
If not for that, even now he wouldn't have had the divine power to retaliate.
"Boom!"
Under the nine-colored dragon claw, the sealed space trembled violently.
As it shook, the imprisonment began to crack and shatter piece by piece.
A wave of bloodthirsty killing intent surged outward—identical to the aura from the Shura God seed.
Compared to it, Tang Wulin's own Shura aura was pathetic—a child before his father, completely overwhelmed.
A blood-red sword light tore through the sky, surging with killing intent.
It didn't strike Di Tian—Tang San knew, even now, that he didn't have the power to kill him.
Instead, it slashed through Di Tian's motion, stalling him momentarily. Then, with blinding speed, he scooped up the unconscious Tang Wulin and fled.
His speed reached the limit, the light of escape almost ripping through space.
But no matter how fast he fled, Tang San felt an oppressive darkness constantly trailing behind him.
That suppressed panic was morphing into fear—a feeling he hadn't experienced in years.
His desperate, shameful flight—like a dog with its tail between its legs—ignited an unreasonable fury within him.
But where could he even flee?
Would Di Tian, like Qian Renxue 20,000 years ago, chase him across the heavens and give him a chance to grow into a god?
No. Absolutely not. Not even the slightest chance.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be stuck, unable to even escape the Douluo Plane.
It must be Di Tian—he must've sealed off all exits from the Douluo Plane.
In that brief flash of realization, the chase had already spanned an entire continent and crossed the ocean.
Tang San's divine consciousness, carrying the unconscious Tang Wulin, reached the coastal edge of the Star Luo Continent.
But just then, he noticed something… off.
He'd been feeling like something was always right behind him. Fear had kept him from daring to look back.
Now, after such a long chase, he finally realized something was wrong.
He turned—and the sight made rage explode in his skull.
What was chasing him wasn't Di Tian, but a chunk of pure dark-order energy, attached to the back of Tang Wulin's head by a spatial chain.
No wonder Tang San was furious—this was no different from being made a fool of!
He was like a pig during New Year's, with a firecracker tied to its butt, running around in a panic.
"Explode!"
With one punch, he crushed the dark energy and spatial chain, then looked across the ocean…
There, on the Sun Moon Federation's coastline, stood Di Tian—watching him with an amused smile.
(End of Chapter)