Douluo Dragon King: Panlong Staff? Erlang Shen, the True Lord of Manifestation

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A gentle breeze, like a thousand-year-old breeze, exhaled a long breath of stale air.

His gaze was complicated as he stared at the young boy who stood in the center of the magic circle, holding a knife.

It's not the Panlong Staff.

This result caused a slight tremor in a long-dormant corner of his heart.

In a flash, he felt as if he had returned to that equally dazzling day of awakening.

At that time, he stood in the center of the magic circle in the same way.

He watched helplessly as the energy he had been conjuring in his hands was created.

It was not the dragon-carved staff passed down through generations of the family, but a ferocious halberd that was entirely black.

What were the looks like from those around you at that moment?

Shock, confusion, regret...

And those hushed whispers.

"A mutated martial soul? Will that even work?"

"The Panlong Staff is the authentic one; what is this dark, murky thing?"

"It's a pity, the lineage of Qian Gu Qing Feng is likely to decline..."

Those looks, those words, were like needles piercing the heart of a six-year-old child.

It took him a full sixty years to rise from an unknown "mutant waste".

He fought his way up to level 99, the Limit Douluo, before finally silencing everyone.

And now, his son.

A soft, warm hand suddenly covered the back of his hand and gripped it tightly.

Qian Gu Qingfeng tilted his head and met his wife Xia Zhengleng's eyes, which were filled with tenderness.

She didn't speak, but just looked at him and smiled faintly.

That smile contained complete understanding and unconditional support.

"The zither is cold..."

"Qingfeng," Xia Zheng said softly, her voice carrying an undeniable firmness.

"It's good that my son is like this. And..."

She paused, her gaze falling on the three-pointed double-edged sword in Lin Feng's hand.

A glint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Aren't we still here?"

The ancient breeze paused, momentarily stunned.

Then, a slow smile appeared on his lips as he grasped his wife's hand and squeezed it back firmly.

Correct.

He is no longer the boy who could be told what to do.

He is the Purgatory Douluo, Qian Gu Qingfeng, the Limit Douluo, and a four-word Battle Armor Master!

On this continent, who dares to point fingers at his son?

Even if it's a father, even if it's a younger brother, it won't work.

"Hahaha! What a good grandson!"

The loud laughter of Qian Gu Die Ting interrupted his thoughts.

The ancestor strode towards the Awakening Array.

His eyes were filled with barely suppressed joy:

"With your aura and imposing presence, you're no less powerful than our family's heirloom Dragon Staff! Excellent! Very good!"

hum! !

A sudden change has occurred!

Suddenly, strands of golden light appeared between his brows, meandering and moving like living things.

The light grew brighter and brighter until finally…

A vertical golden eye slowly opened from between the eyebrows!

In an instant, the entire Awakening Hall burst into light!

Those golden eyes seemed to pierce through all the illusions of the world.

It echoes the three-pointed double-edged sword in Lin Feng's palm.

It burst forth with an even more dazzling divine light!

The swords sang, eyes darted, and the two auras intertwined, seemingly resonating with each other!

"This...this is?!" Qian Gu Dongfeng's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Twin Martial Souls?!"

Those golden eyes were clearly—the Body Martial Soul!

Qian Gu Qingfeng stared blankly at his son's strange transformation, his heart filled with turbulent waves.

Twin Martial Souls.

The Martial Soul of the Body.

And that unheard-of divine weapon...

Although he didn't awaken the Panlong Staff, its quality and potential... are more than just good.

Clearly... clearly showing a tendency to surpass!

He traveled the continent since childhood, reading countless martial spirit books in the Spirit Pagoda, and believed that he knew everything about martial spirits in the world.

Only a handful of martial spirits can reliably suppress the Panlong Staff, a legacy passed down through generations.

But at this moment, faced with the two completely different auras emanating from his son, he felt a wavering for the first time.

Perhaps... it's the son's?

More importantly, the original martial soul, Eye, has always had the potential for secondary evolution.

If my son can develop that skill in the future...

"He can go further than I can."

Qian Gu Qingfeng murmured to himself, then turned and met his wife's gaze.

A strange light flickered in Xia Zheng's cold eyes; she understood what he hadn't said.

The two smiled at each other and intertwined their fingers.

At this moment, Qian Gu Die Ting could no longer contain himself and rushed to his grandson in three strides.

He bent down to examine it closely, and the more he looked, the happier he became, and the more astonished he was.

Finally, he couldn't help but clap his hands and burst into laughter:

"Good heavens! Although it's not the Coiling Dragon Staff, its momentum and aura are just as strong!"

In addition, this is the Heavenly Eye, the main spirit, making it a twin configuration...

My grandson has the potential to become a god! Hahahaha!

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he had seen a figure that was far beyond his reach.

He'll never catch up with that person in this lifetime.

But perhaps... a grandson could?

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

He nodded slightly to the elders who had gathered around him.

He then closed his eyes and focused inward.

Inside his body, the three-pointed double-edged sword floated quietly, its blade ancient and simple, swirling with a faint golden halo.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness between his brows, the golden heavenly eye seemed to connect to a time and space that had existed since time immemorial.

An indescribable aura emanated from it.

What kind of aura is that?

Ethereal, distant, pure and otherworldly...

It was as if an immortal stood on a cloud, his robes fluttering, looking down upon the mortal world.

The aura of the Tao.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Holy crap?

Yang Jian?

Erlang Shen, the Manifestation Saint?

You really came?

His lips curled up in a wild, uncontrollable smile.

In this era where the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King reign supreme.

There's an old saying: "Only those with connections will dare to challenge you on the big stage."

Weapon-type martial spirit, top-tier.

The original martial soul is top-tier.

These two things are precisely the best choices for fighting against the bloodline of the Dragon God in this era.

The Beast Martial Soul was suppressed to death in front of the Golden Dragon King.

The true nature of a martial soul depends entirely on its own development.

What's more, this is even related to that True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao!

What makes that person so powerful that they can roam freely throughout the three realms?

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts! Achieving physical sainthood, becoming immortal and indestructible, with endless transformations!

in case……

If even the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts are available...

Lin Feng's smile completely lost control.

Tang Shenwang?

Oh.

Little Tang!

I addressed you respectfully as King Tang before, that was to give you face.

Now...

What should you call me?

"Young...Young Master?"

An untimely, cautious voice rang out.

Su Haitao was bent over, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Congratulations, young master, on awakening your astonishing martial soul!"

"Um...could we step aside and have my innate soul power tested?"

He was so nervous.

The scene of his martial spirit awakening just now almost scared him to death.

Especially the low roar that came from the divine weapon.

His Lone Wolf Martial Spirit is still cowering in a corner, trembling with fear.

What if this little darling wakes up and causes a mistake, and then takes his anger out on me?

After all, his father wasn't the Panlong Staff, so who can say for sure about this mutation?

How could a mere butler possibly fathom the thoughts of those in power?

But a quick glance revealed that the faces of these legendary figures were filled with satisfaction, shock, and ecstasy…

Steady!

This young master's martial soul is of absolutely heaven-defying quality!

If you don't make your presence felt now, when will you?

Lin Feng regained his composure and, under Su Haitao's attentive guidance, began to reflect.

She walked up to the soul power testing device and pressed her little hand on it.

"Beep—!"

The numbers on the screen jumped wildly like a runaway horse, finally coming to a steady stop.

"10"

"Innate full soul power!"

Su Haitao's voice changed, and he was so excited that his whole body was trembling.

"Congratulations, young master! You have innate full soul power!"

This is the natural leader's quality!

"In my decades of work on awakening, I have never seen anyone with such extraordinary talent..."

Flattery poured out like a tidal wave.

Several respected elders nodded with smiles, showing no surprise at the outcome.

Such a strange phenomenon would be even more unusual if it weren't due to full soul power.

"Young Master, this way please. Let's test your mental strength again." Su Haitao eagerly led Lin Feng to another instrument.

He raised his hand and pressed down.

"Beep beep beep beep beep—"

The numbers on the screen raced at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, finally settling on a number that shocked everyone.

"300"

Su Haitao's knees buckled, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

"Three...three hundred?!"

Three hundred innate spiritual power?!

This...this..."

His lips trembled and his tongue was tied in knots.

The levels of spiritual power are divided into the Spiritual Origin Realm, Spiritual Connection Realm, Spiritual Sea Realm, Spiritual Abyss Realm, Spiritual Domain Realm, and the Divine Origin Realm, which is at the level of a god.

Not only is he born with full soul power, but he's also a natural-born Spiritual Realm expert?!

Is this a person?

Is this some kind of monster?!

In all the years he's been in the Spirit Pagoda, most people have awakened their martial souls.

Their spiritual power hovered around the Spirit Origin Realm.

Even those who awakened a mental-type martial soul did not exceed this range.

But then, a sense of relief welled up inside him.

Like begets like. A dragon begets a dragon, a phoenix begets a phoenix, and a rat's son knows how to dig a hole.

How could the bloodline of a family with a long history be inferior?

"Congratulations, Ancestor! Congratulations, Tower Master! Congratulations, Your Majesty Qingfeng! Congratulations, Your Majesty Hanyun!"

He knelt down with a thud, showering the flatterer on like a never-ending river.

"In my thirty years of service, I have never seen such a brilliant and talented young master!"

This talent, this aptitude, is simply unprecedented! Young Master has the potential to become a god!

"This humble servant dares to assert that in the future, the young master will surely have a place at the pinnacle of the continent!"

Qian Gu Die Ting was thoroughly pleased by this flattery.

The old man was greatly pleased and laughed heartily, "Excellent! Well done, Steward Su!"

He waved his hand, signaling to the attendant beside him: "Reward. A generous reward."

Su Haitao's eyes lit up, and he kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, Ancestor! Thank you, Ancestor!"

He was frantically calculating in his mind.

If this young master truly does rule the continent in the future.

Even...becoming a god...

Then wouldn't Su Haitao also become someone whose "martial spirit has awakened into a god"?

If word gets out, what will Yu Xiaogang be?

I am Su Haitao, the real one.

Awakener of Gods!