Chapter 2 Tang Wulin

Empire of the Sun and Moon.

Mingdu.

The towering buildings are like a steel forest, each of which is shining with a cold and brilliant light. They are densely arranged, as complicated as an ant nest, outlining a cyberpunk-style picture in the night.

A long-awaited rain covered the entire Mingdu. The drizzle like cow hair hit the steel buildings, making a dull echo.

The sky is filled with dark clouds, and the depressing atmosphere makes it difficult to breathe.

In this rainy night, a silver-white building stands alone.

The top floor of the building is a unique space, in stark contrast to the steel forest outside. Behind the heavy door, the fragrance of ancient woods is overflowing, mixed with a faint scent of herbs, which makes people feel refreshed.

A boy of about twelve or thirteen was lying on his back on a rattan chair. The bright light of Mingdu Building shone through the crystal French windows onto his handsome face, casting a soft outline.

His inky black hair was draped behind his head, with a few strands of hair on the right side cleverly tied into a braid that hung beside his right ear, setting off the boy's flawless fair face and dark golden eyes. He exuded a sunny aura all over his body, making people want to get closer to him.

However, at this moment his face was extremely pale, as if all the vitality had been drained away.

The breathing was weak and short, and it seemed that it might stop at any time.

His eyes were tightly closed, and there was a hint of unspeakable pain and struggle between his brows.

His hands rested weakly on the armrests of the rattan chair, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he was trying to grab something but was unable to do so.

Mom and Dad.

Gu Yue.

Naer.

……

Scattered fragments of memory slowly rose from the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness, rapidly changing and flickering in front of Tang Wulin, like a revolving lantern before death.

Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes.

His dark golden pupils were filled with helplessness and emptiness as he stared at the empty ground. Drops of cold sweat slid down his neck and fell onto the ground.

"Mountain Dragon King, what did you do?"

Tang Wulin asked the void with a wry smile.

He really didn't expect that the reward for the Thousand Days Dragon Burial would be to send him back to an era ten thousand years ago.

There is no doubt that the aftereffects of time travel are huge.

Not only were his physical body and soul power shrunk to the level of a six-year-old, but even his sea of ​​​​spirituality was nearly shattered by the terrifying laws of time and space.

If he had not just reached the Lingyuan Realm before crossing over, and had not been protected by the Golden Dragon King's seal in his body, even if he successfully passed through the time tunnel and reached reality, he would probably have become a vegetable with his soul erased.

Even with his conditions, it took him six full years to sort out his sea of ​​​​spirituality.

He had been living in a daze for the past six years. Fortunately, he was lucky, otherwise it would only be a matter of time before he died in the poor alley of Mingdu.

"Ugh."

Tang Wulin sighed helplessly.

It's useless now no matter how much I resent others. I can only take one step at a time.

at this time.

Dengdengdeng.

Suddenly, a pair of impatient footsteps came from outside the door.

"Wulin, Wulin, are you okay?"

A tall figure pushed the door open and walked quickly to Tang Wulin, his face full of concern.

He was an old man who looked to be over fifty years old. He was wearing a tuxedo with a white tie pressed against his chest, looking very formal.

His silver-gray hair was neatly combed and meticulously stuck to the back of his head, with a few strands of hair hanging slightly in front of his forehead, adding a sense of vicissitudes. His face was thin and resolute, and the years had carved deep wrinkles on it, like the bark of an ancient tree, but it also revealed a tenacity and strength that should not be underestimated.

Tang Wulin turned his head and found that it was his adoptive father in this era - Tang Yuanhan.

"Father."

Tang Wulin shouted respectfully from the bottom of his heart.

The memory surfaced in his mind at the right time.

If Mangtian was the first guiding light in his life, then Tang Yuanhan was even more so to him.

When Tang Wulin first arrived in this era, his memory was in a state of confusion, and he was in the civilian area of ​​Mingdu where evil people were everywhere. The situation was very dangerous and he would be sold to human traffickers if he was not careful.

Fortunately, he met Tang Yuanhan who was out helping immigrants from the Heavenly Soul Empire. Tang Yuanhan took a fancy to him and brought him home. Even though Tang Wulin was unable to awaken his martial soul due to his soul, Tang Yuanhan still treated him as his own son and adopted him until now. He knew very well that Tang Yuanhan must have a reason for doing this, but this did not prevent Tang Wulin from being grateful to him.

At least he's still alive.

"It's okay."

Feeling Tang Wulin's steady breathing, Tang Yuanhan breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant, and the grief in his expression could not be hidden no matter what.

The old man grabbed Tang Wulin's hand and murmured, "Fortunately, you are okay."

"This is... mourning clothes."

Tang Wulin's eyes narrowed, and he reacted belatedly.

In the upper class of the Sun-Moon Empire, tuxedos and white-collar workers are only worn at solemn occasions such as funerals or weddings.

Looking at Tang Yuanhan's lonely expression, Tang Wulin couldn't even open his mouth to ask.

Tang Yuanhan was worthy of being a man in a high position. He knew what Tang Wulin was thinking at a glance.

He managed to squeeze out a few words from his dry throat, "That's right, your elder brother is dead."

Suddenly, Tang Wulin's expression darkened, and he found it hard to accept this fact.

His eldest brother is Tang Yuanhan's only biological son.

He also knew the cause of death clearly. Three days ago, he was ambushed and seriously injured by a group of evil soul masters in the suburbs of Mingdu.

Tang Wulin was at the scene and was also attacked.

He was able to escape thanks to his eldest brother's desperate protection. It can be said that his eldest brother died from his injuries in order to protect him.

This is why he was sitting on the rattan chair in Tang Yuanhan's office.

This rattan chair is made of branches of the Tree of Life and has the effect of suppressing evil spirits.

"I"

Tang Wulin wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked by something, and in the end, only silence remained.

"Wulin, this is none of your business. You are innocent, and it is us who dragged you into this disaster." Tang Yuanhan patted his shoulder and sighed.

Sooner or later I have to pay it back.

This was clearly a planned and targeted vendetta, and this group of evil soul masters were merely tools.

It is estimated that within a few days, they will self-destruct in the crowd, and then be killed by Mingdu’s army with justification, and there will be no evidence.

Tang Yuanhan was all too familiar with all of this.

These are his leftovers.

A sharpness flashed across the depths of his eyes, revenge must be taken as soon as possible.

This was a good opportunity to kill all those maggots that were screaming under his feet and send them to hell!

We can no longer allow our families to be threatened in this way.

"If you feel your injury has healed, go to your teacher Ma for a check-up, and then go back to your room. Don't run around during this period of time." Tang Yuanhan said.

After saying this, he prepared to arrange the forces under his command.

"Father, I feel like I have a martial spirit."

Tang Wulin suddenly spoke, interrupting Tang Yuanhan's steps as he was about to leave.

The palm slowly opened, and suddenly, a bright blue light emerged from the palm, and life swayed gently. In the blue light, the tall and strong Blue Silver Emperors gathered together, entwined like a ribbon, emitting dazzling fluorescence.

What's even more special is that the roots and veins of the Blue Silver Emperor are branded with dark golden lines, and the surface is covered with a layer of golden dragon scale-like substance, with vigorous blood and energy surging.

Although many things were destroyed in the time and space tunnel, the martial spirit, which was imprinted deep in the blood and soul, could not disappear.

Under the further influence of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, the powerful dragon aura roared in the leaf veins of the Blue Silver Emperor.

The moment he saw the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang Yuanhan was stunned at first, his face full of disappointment.

However, the innate full soul power and the compulsive feeling like a real dragon that followed shocked Tang Yuanhan.

Could this be the Blue Silver Emperor?
Tang Yuanhan looked at Tang Wulin eagerly and was about to ask something, but the noise outside the door ruined his mood.

"Your Highness the Fifth Prince, please wait outside the door. My Third Young Master is seriously injured and cannot see guests."

"You delayed our business. Can you afford the responsibility?"

"This"

(End of this chapter)