Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Once this clue was connected, all the causes and consequences became clear in his mind. Titan's strength was not bad. At least Shrek Academy did not have any Soul Douluos yet. If Titan could be used by the academy, they would not be in such a sorry state even if they encountered Shrek Academy again.

"It's alright." Yu Xiaogang raised his hand, signaling Flander and the others to relax their vigilance. "Since it's an old acquaintance who has recognized you as their master, there will be no danger."

Immediately afterward, Yu Xiaogang turned to Xiao Wu and asked sharply, "How long have Xiao San and that Titan been inside?"

Xiao Wu glanced at the sky and replied, "It's been almost half an hour. The door has been closed, and there's been no movement from inside."

"Half an hour..." Yu Xiaogang nodded, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He stopped talking and just stared quietly at the closed wooden door, seemingly pondering something.

Time passed by, second by second.

Another half hour passed.

Just as everyone was getting impatient, and Zhao Wuji even couldn't resist the urge to knock on the door,

"Squeak—"

The tightly closed dormitory door was finally opened from the inside.

All eyes immediately turned to the doorway. Titan was the first to emerge.

This level 86 Soul Douluo, who had previously been imposing and unshakeable like an iron tower on the training ground, now seemed to be walking unsteadily. His originally ruddy face was visibly much paler, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and even his domineering offensive aura had weakened considerably.

Following closely behind was Tang San.

In stark contrast to Titan's severely injured state, Tang San was in excellent condition at the moment.

His complexion was ruddy, his eyes gleamed with a restrained sharpness, and he was in excellent spirits.

Seeing Tang San emerge unharmed, Xiao Wu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately ran over, grabbed Tang San's arm, looked him up and down, and asked with concern, "Brother, are you alright? What were you doing in there for so long?"

The lingering pleasure in Tang San's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by his usual gentle and indulgent smile.

He reached out and gently patted Xiao Wu's head, saying softly, "Silly girl, what could possibly be wrong with me? Senior Titan is an elder; he just told me some old family matters. Don't worry."

Yu Xiaogang, standing not far away, took in all of this.

He ignored Tang San's sweet talk to Xiao Wu, his gaze fixed on the starkly different physical states of Tang San and Titan.

One Soul Douluo stayed in the room for an hour, and came out pale and exhausted; while Tang San was radiant and his aura was surging.

This illogical phenomenon gave Yu Xiaogang a jolt.

He sat in his wheelchair, his face expressionless, but his elbow subtly nudged Liu Erlong, who was pushing him.

As a Soul Saint of level 78, Liu Erlong understood Yu Xiaogang's hint the moment she heard it. She silently released a wisp of spiritual power, secretly scanning Tang San's body.

The next instant, Liu Erlong's pupils contracted slightly. She transmitted her voice, "Level 46."

Upon hearing this number, Yu Xiaogang clenched his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, but he forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and only nodded almost imperceptibly.

Level 46!

How long has it been since Tang San absorbed his fourth soul ring and reached level 44?

At this stage, even the most gifted Soul Master would be incredibly lucky to advance one level after a month of arduous training. Yet Tang San, after just one hour of secluded conversation, leaped two levels!

And then there's Titan's weak, drained appearance...

In an instant, Yu Xiaogang pieced together an alluring truth.

"He's definitely hiding some kind of evil magic."

As a researcher of martial spirit theory, Yu Xiaogang was all too aware of what such a means of gaining something for nothing meant in the world of soul masters.

This is an absolute taboo, a calamity that could lead to death.

However, Yu Xiaogang had no intention of stopping or cleaning up the house; instead, an intense fervor and greed surged uncontrollably from the depths of his heart.

"So what if it's forbidden? As long as it brings about an increase in strength, as long as it breaks the shackles, then it's the best practice of theory!"

Yu Xiaogang lowered his eyes, concealing the calculation in them.

He was stuck at level 29 for most of his life, enduring the cold stares and ridicule of the world. This was his lifelong obsession and his deepest nightmare.

Now, a ready-made secret that could forcibly enhance strength by ignoring talent barriers was standing right in front of him.

"Oh, Xiao San, you truly are worthy of being my apprentice, Yu Xiaogang's disciple. You haven't disappointed me at all," Yu Xiaogang murmured to himself.

"As long as I can obtain this secret... I, Yu Xiaogang, will no longer be a useless piece of trash!"

.......

Sunset Forest Core Area

The Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire sits quietly in the center of the valley.

The red and blue spring waters are clearly distinct, each radiating heat and cold respectively.

Qian Xunji and Huang Tian stood at the edge of the spring. Without exchanging any words, they both leaped up and plunged directly into the boiling, converging waters.

Two enormous dragon phantoms rapidly took shape in the void.

"This is..." The Fire Dragon King's enormous vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and his violent voice boomed through the space at the bottom of the spring, his tone filled with disbelief.

"A sheer, profound sense of the earth's ley lines... Have you really found the Mountain Dragon King?"

Qian Xunji stepped forward, looking at the two illusory dragon king figures in mid-air: "Not bad. We have successfully entered the dragon cemetery and also seen the remnant soul of the Mountain Dragon King."

Upon hearing the words "Dragon Graveyard," the remnant soul of the Ice and Fire Dragon King trembled violently, and the red and blue light briefly became disordered.

Even though they have been dead for tens of thousands of years, with only a lingering obsession remaining, the word "cemetery" still precisely pierces their most sensitive nerves.

The Ice Dragon King's voice held a tension: "What...what's the scene there now? Besides the Mountain Dragon King, what else is there?"

Qian Xunji did not hide anything: "Apart from the remnant soul of the Mountain Dragon King and the mountain of dragon ancestors' bones, the entire small plane is devoid of any life, only the endless desolation of corpses exposed in the wilderness."

The space at the bottom of the spring fell silent instantly.

The flames on the Fire Dragon King's body no longer raged, but instead weakened; the chilling aura surrounding the Ice Dragon King also stagnated in mid-air. The scene of their kin dying tragically and their bones piling up like mountains, though described by Qian Xunji in plain language, struck the hearts of these two dragon kings who had once ruled over their respective regions like a heavy hammer.

Seeing the two dragon kings fall into silence and sorrow, Qian Xunji paused and said, "However, before leaving Dragon Valley, we spent some time burying all the remains of our dragon ancestors underground."

Since they have already died in battle, letting them be buried in peace is the best way to give them their final dignity.