Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

After a brief rest and a quick bite of dry rations, Yun Feng stood before the towering waterfall, 200 meters high and 20 meters wide. Stretching his limbs, he let out a few carefree laughs, his expression suddenly turning sinister.

"Tang San, Tang Hao, don't blame me. Blame the world for having such limited resources."

"Your mother and wife are about to become mine!"

With that, Yun Feng summoned his martial soul, his body immediately transforming as he scanned the waterfall's base for a shadowy entry point.

Spotting it, he didn't hesitate. Flapping his wings, he surged forward, diving directly into the cascading torrent of water.

The powerful rush of the waterfall pounded against his body, each drop like a hammer blow.

Difficult.

Painful.

The relentless force was overwhelming, as if he were shouldering a mountain. In reality, his flight speed was reduced to a crawl, barely making any progress against the raging current.

After testing his limits with a few more attempts, Yun Feng realized his body alone wasn't enough to handle the waterfall. Without hesitation, he activated his soul skills.

First Soul Skill: Heavenly Flame Dragon Transformation!

Second Soul Skill: Polar Dragon Eyes!

Third Soul Skill: Gale Dragon Wings!

With all three abilities combined, his attributes skyrocketed by a staggering 750%, turning him into a force of nature. Suddenly, his body felt empowered, allowing him to maneuver through the waterfall with ease.

It wasn't long before he reached a small cave behind the waterfall. The opening was just large enough for one person to stand and shelter from the torrent.

Stepping inside, Yun Feng dried himself using soul power, recalling the mechanism described in the original story—a simple, unsecured lever-like device set up by Tang Hao.

He searched briefly and quickly found the mechanism.

Gently pressing it, he heard the satisfying sound of stone shifting.

"Click—"

The stone blocking his path slowly moved aside, revealing another layer of the cave. Yun Feng couldn't help but marvel.

"A cave within a cave, huh? Classic."

He was grateful this wasn't one of Tang San's setups. If it had been, he would've likely faced an onslaught of hidden weapons the moment he stepped in.

Chuckling, Yun Feng proceeded through the opening, his steps confident.

As he moved deeper, a shaft of light filtered through a crack in the rock, illuminating a single stalk of blue silver grass.

This was no ordinary plant. Its leaves were etched with intricate golden patterns that extended to their tips, exuding a faint, sweet fragrance.

This was Ah Yin, the Blue Silver Emperor.

Yun Feng's heart filled with joy.

The Blue Silver Emperor lineage was unique, with only one existing at any given time. If two individuals inherited the lineage simultaneously, the weaker would automatically be demoted to Blue Silver King. This ensured the uniqueness of the Blue Silver Emperor.

Ah Yin's continued existence meant Tang San would never awaken the Blue Silver Emperor's power. Yun Feng's control over her would solidify this. Although full control wasn't feasible for now, he could attempt partial dominance using the Soul Control Technique—a skill far more advanced than his other techniques like Ghost Blood Tribulation Art, Rakshasa Three Profound Transformations, and Furious Thunder Fist.

This technique required exceptional spiritual strength, as mishandling it could result in disastrous consequences. Yun Feng had spent years practicing it sparingly, knowing its risks. Even with his shallow mastery, it was sufficient for his immediate goals.

"Interesting."

Ah Yin, sensing Yun Feng's presence, trembled slightly. Her delicate leaves quivered as she noticed his martial soul's aura—a natural-born emperor. Though Yun Feng was newly ascended, his aura far surpassed her own.

If Yun Feng knew her thoughts, he would have smiled proudly.

His martial soul, Candle Dragon, was a mythical beast of the dragon clan, often referred to as the Chaos Dragon. As a dragon, his aura naturally exuded dominance, a trait Ah Yin instinctively recognized.

It was the same effect his aura had on Xiao Wu, drawing her to him like a moth to a flame.

Ah Yin couldn't explain why, but she felt an absurd compulsion to submit to Yun Feng, as if it were her destiny. To test her instincts, she extended her spiritual power toward him, only to find it repelled.

This unsettled her. A king entering another king's domain was rarely a good sign.

Over the years, she had cultivated numerous subordinates among the Blue Silver Grass near the cliff, creating a small community to stave off her loneliness. Yun Feng's sudden arrival put her and her people at risk.

She had no combat power left, only a sliver of her original essence. Her only hope lay in Tang Hao returning in time.

Ah Yin's unease deepened as Yun Feng stepped closer. Seeing her leaves curling inward, Yun Feng smirked and began channeling the Soul Control Technique.

The process was straightforward but demanded immense spiritual power. Drawing on his past-life experience, Yun Feng swiftly condensed a blood-red symbol, though it lacked brilliance and stability.

With a flick of his will, the symbol shot into Ah Yin's body.

At that very moment, far away in Nuoding City, Yu Xiaogang, and outside the city, Tang San and Tang Hao, all collapsed unconscious. Xiao Wu, witnessing this sudden turn of events, was left dumbfounded.

Back in the cave, Ah Yin instinctively recoiled from the mark. It stirred a deep-seated fear within her, yet she couldn't resist its influence. Strangely, she didn't feel any immediate changes in her state.

Confused, she probed further, only to discover a faint connection forming between herself and Yun Feng. At the same time, Yun Feng's spiritual sea now held a hazy, phantom-like figure of Ah Yin.

Yun F

eng smiled, pleased with the results of his technique. The plan was unfolding perfectly.