Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

"Little guy, it seems your confidante is quite worried about you!" Electrox looked at the newly appeared spatial rift in mid-air and turned to Tianmucheng to tease him.

As soon as the rift appeared, the undead of the Necropolis, like sharks smelling blood, all turned their gazes toward the spatial fluctuation.

They growled incessantly, like hunters poised to pounce on their prey.

Tian Mucheng looked apologetic: "Senior, they were just worried about me, that's why they overreacted. I'm really sorry."

"It's alright, I was planning to give you this undead plane anyway."

Electrolux gently swung his arm, and the surging necromantic power around him instantly calmed the restlessness of the undead.

Tian Mucheng exclaimed in surprise, "Senior, do you possess mind-reading abilities? Can you even know my thoughts?"

“When I emerged from your clone just now, I gave your world a quick look. It’s quite impressive, but unfortunately, it lacks a plane root,” Electrox explained slowly. “Your world was probably created using the consciousness of this world god, right?”

"You probably have your eye on my undead plane too, so giving it to you isn't a big deal."

"Yes." Tian Mucheng nodded.

"No wonder it's so weak. If that god is determined to find it, he might discover it soon."

Tianmu nodded, confirming that everything Electrolux said was true.

If it weren't for the God of Destruction intervening, Tang San would probably have already taken action himself.

That guy always believed that the Douluo World was his private property, and he would never allow anyone to grow beyond the rules he set. Once someone exceeded those rules, they would either have to submit to him and become his vassal, or they would have to die!

"boom,"

Three figures broke through the spatial fluctuations and descended upon this realm.

When they saw Tianmu Cheng chatting happily with Electrolux, their tense nerves immediately relaxed.

"Luckily, Tianmucheng is alright, otherwise it would have been a huge problem."

Gu Yuena may not understand, but how could the Long Yaoqing and Long Yaoyan sisters, who are Tianmu's right-hand women, not know the temperament of their leader?
Looking at the unharmed Tian Mucheng, Long Yaoqing felt a surge of anger rising in his chest. This guy must have fallen into his gambler's trap again!
She turned to Long Yaoyan and ordered, "Yaoyan, go over there and punch him!"

"Huh?" Long Yaoyan, who was curiously observing the undead plane, looked surprised. "Sis, why am I the one going? Why aren't you going?"

"Then I'll punch you first!"

Seeing his sister approaching menacingly, Long Yaoyan had no choice but to give in and slowly walked towards Tian Mucheng.

Gu Yuena, who was originally about to step forward, stopped and stood aside to watch with great interest.

Long Yaoyan appeared behind Tian Mucheng and punched him directly on the head.

"Ah Cheng, don't blame me, it was my sister's order."

After Long Yaoyan finished fighting, she even put on a layer of armor to prevent Tian Mucheng from settling scores with her later.

Tian Mucheng rubbed his throbbing head, not paying it any mind, and said with a wry smile, "Sorry to have worried you all again, I'm truly a hopeless gambler!"

"As long as you know!"

Seeing Tian Mucheng's apologetic expression, Long Yaoqing felt even more displeased.

She couldn't understand why this guy always failed to learn from his mistakes. He was sincere in admitting his errors, but his actions showed no change whatsoever. No wonder Mo Yan's clone had such a personality; he knew he was lazy, yet he still did things his own way. Indeed, a clone reflects its original self.

"Haha, young friend, your relationship is quite peculiar!"

As Electrox looked at the scene before him, he couldn't help but recall some things from the past.

"You flatter me, senior." Tian Mucheng said with a helpless expression.

Electrolux looked at the Long Yaoqing sisters with curiosity and asked, "You two should be considered gods of this world, but you've already perished, right?"

Long Yaoqing met Electrolux's holy eyes with his calm gaze and said, "You do have some skill."

"But that's not right. With your strength, why is your divine sense so peculiar? It's as if you've truly stepped into the realm of death!"

At this moment, Gu Yuena leaned against Tianmucheng's side, her amethyst-like eyes fixed on Ilex before her. He was surrounded by an aura of light, yet also shrouded in the power of the undead; these two contradictory forces were strangely combined in one person.

Gu Yuena keenly sensed that this person was no ordinary person; he exuded an aura unique to the dead, as if he had truly experienced the cycle of life and death.

Upon hearing Long Yaoqing's question, Electrolux answered, "The price I paid to become a powerful being in that world was death."

After hearing Electrolux's explanation, Long Yaoqing and the others were all shocked.

They never imagined that the "gods" of that world would end up like this—not with immortality, but with the word "death." It truly was a peculiar world.

"What a twisted world," Long Yaoyan couldn't help but comment.

Upon hearing Long Yaoyan's words, Tian Mucheng glanced at everyone and slowly said, "Isn't this world the same? Every world is essentially the same; it's just that the people there have long been accustomed to it, haven't they?"

After he finished speaking, the scene fell into a brief silence.

Everyone turned their gaze to the speaker, Tian Mucheng, whose eyebrows were lowered and whose eyes were as calm as an ancient well, almost indifferent.

When he uttered these philosophical words, not a single ripple appeared on his lips, as if he were merely discussing today's weather.

"What are your life goals, young friend?" Electrox gazed at the sky before him.

The boy exuded an indifference beyond his years; his eyes seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of life, showing little expectation for anything around him, his calmness and rationality bordering on cold.

“My goal is simple: to survive.” Tian Mucheng lowered his eyes slightly, his voice low. “But in this world, to survive, one must kill a god. Therefore, I would like to invite you to join me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly stood up, stretched his stiff limbs, and his joints made a slight cracking sound.

After a brief pause, he swept his gaze across the crowd, a burning flame igniting in his eyes: "If I had the chance, I would also like to change this world, at least to prove that I have lived in this world, wouldn't I?"

The last sentence seemed to be addressed to everyone, but it was also more like a speech to himself.

At this moment, his once calm and still eyes were now ignited by intense desire, as if hiding a raging fire that would never be extinguished.

"Sis, sometimes I think Cheng is quite pretentious," Long Yaoyan whispered to his sister.

His sister glanced at him sideways and retorted without mercy, "Acheng has the right to put on airs, but what about you? You don't even have the right to pretend!"

Long Yaoyan was speechless, and could only stare blankly with a pout.

(End of this chapter)