Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 440 Swan Kiss

Nine-headed bat
It is the most powerful blade of Peerless Douluo Tang Chen, but it is also the biggest weakness of Asura God Tang Chen!

"Damn it!" His expression darkened.

A chill ran down my spine, and I furrowed my brow.

Thousands of woven spider silks were quietly wrapping around his body, but the air currents generated by his physique could not dispel these divine treasures.

The power of devouring is drawing out the flesh and tissues of the nine-headed bat itself.

"The nine-headed bat is the controller of bloodlines and viruses."

Han Tao rubbed his forehead and said, "Losing the organizational structure of the Nine-Headed Bat makes it difficult to control his own bloodline, and the poison of the Yellow Spring Dew will affect his mind."

"However, the toxicity of the Yellow Spring Dew was not amplified by the Snow Swan Kiss, so these effects were not fatal to him."

Ning Rongrong blinked her eyes sweetly.

"Normally, that would be true, but he's an exception who's being targeted by fate right now."

Suddenly, a voice spoke up, reminding him, "Han Tao, don't forget where you are!"

"Sunset Forest, the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire?"

Sword Douluo responded with a bewildered expression.

Suddenly, Han Tao froze, a certain guess surging in his mind.

"This is precisely the location where Ning Rongrong activated the power of the Snow Swan's Kiss."

"Perhaps, within the poisonous barrier of the entire Sunset Forest, a very small number of Snow Swan Kiss creatures still remain?"

Sunset Forest is a dense poisonous barrier that permeates every inch of space.

It's almost impossible for any trace of the Snow Swan Kiss's medicinal effects to remain, but the order of fate is paramount, and any possibility has a chance of arising.
Yang Wudi suddenly shook his head: "That's impossible!"

"Although I don't understand what you call luck, I do understand immortal herbs and pharmacology."

"This dense barrier of poison cannot retain any medicinal power; it has been completely exhausted!"

Everyone racked their brains for a long time, but still couldn't come up with an answer.

--ah!

Anger, pain, roaring.

At this moment, Tang Chen, who inherited the position of the Asura God, has completely lost the demeanor of a strong person.

The separation of the nine-headed bat structure not only meant a significant reduction in his racially endowed physique, but also the detonation of the Yellow Spring Dew gradually overwhelmed his reason.

"Asura Domain!"

Killing intent, murderous aura, and the power of the Asura God resurfaced once more, forcefully suppressing the influence of the "Yellow Spring Dew" with an overwhelming will.

"You don't seem to be feeling well?"

Bibi Dong gave a soft, mocking laugh.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

Tang San cried out in distress, his eyes filled with sorrow.

In his heart, however, he was dreaming of what it would be like if his grandfather died and he were to inherit the title of Asura God.
"A little poison, you think you can disturb my will?"

With a hoarse voice, he suddenly unleashed his killing intent, forcing Huang Quanlu to retreat.

In an instant——

The swan, conceived as a pure white swan, resembles a farewell kiss from the Grim Reaper, quietly emerging into the public eye.

"What variables are there?"

"We are now absolutely certain that the effects of the Snow Swan Kiss have completely worn off, so why has it reappeared?"

Han Tao asked with a puzzled look, his gaze sweeping over Rongrong before settling on Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Yang Wudi.

"That's impossible. It shouldn't be like this."

Yang Wudi muttered to himself.

Ning Rongrong suddenly snapped her fingers: "I have a guess, of course, it's just a guess."

"Han Tao, do you still remember the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's Arena of Life and Death?"

Han Tao nodded: "I remember!"

"The arena of life and death can turn back time."

"The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger took you to the past, but it wasn't just you who went back to the past. Besides you, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger and the poison barrier under the space also went back to the past."

The evil god's hook struck Han Tao, causing the entire space-time to reverse.

Han Tao, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, and the boundless poisonous barrier all regressed with the pendulum of time.

The portion of the phosphorus poison barrier transformed into inferior phosphorus toxins; while a very small amount of its original essence returned, allowing the snow-white swan's kiss to reappear in the world.

"Huh?" "Hey?"

Yang Wudi stood rooted to the spot.

This is the power of fate, a annihilation that transcends time and years?

Han Tao was also being targeted by the luck, and he truly couldn't imagine how Han Tao had survived under such circumstances.

"Let me think about it."

Memories resurface within the illusion, from a not-so-distant arena, or perhaps from a long, long past.

Obscure fog, solid bricks and stones, a black tiger, and frail blue silver grass.
Fighting the Dark Demon God Tiger, conversing and guiding Ning Rongrong in a misaligned time and space, are the main themes of the illusory years.

"Look, there it is!"

A pure white hue has been restored.

It doesn't have the size of a snow-white swan's beak; it's so small as to be negligible. Only by stimulating microscopic perception can one notice its details.

"So here's the question: if it can travel back to the past, how does it return to the future in the form of a broken immortal herb?"

The arena of life and death has been destroyed.

Han Tao has returned, and even the Evil God Pearl has disappeared. Why is it that only the Snow Swan Kiss has retained its original shape?
"unclear"

Ning Rongrong shook her head and sighed.

"However, we can deduce it from its characteristics."

"The Snow Swan's Kiss is not poisonous in itself, but it can be transformed and spread a thousandfold by any toxic substance it comes into contact with."

"And it has already reached the future, and has not been activated for a long time, which means it has been hidden in a non-toxic place!"

"Or perhaps a narrow angle in some space-time?" Han Tao added.

He secretly wondered if it might be traveling through the rift opened by the Evil God Pearl? Or perhaps it was hidden inside the Acacia Heartbreak Red?
Think about it and list a few possibilities.

"The space beneath a soul tool is non-toxic, but soul tools are affected by the passage of time."

"Secondly, the Fragrant Silk Immortal Item, the Blank Soul Ring, or perhaps the Mysterious Jade Hand?"

Some of these speculations are indeed far-fetched.

Undeniably, anything is possible under the guidance of fate, and Han Tao will never allow himself to be alienated from any possibility because of some non-objective factors.

"No no no!"

"The mechanisms of destiny cannot be predicted by common sense."

With fingertips, gently tap the soul tool.

The dappled light and shadow in the illusion, memories, emotions, time, images, and medicinal properties, are like a tangled mess of threads, a chaotic jumble.

In an instant, his eyes pierced through the inspiration of time.

Han Tao suddenly said, "I also have a guess!"

"what?"

"In the arena of life and death, there is no difference in the order of time, but we have overlooked one person."

"Who?"

Han Tao pondered for a moment.

"Davis!"

"Although Davis died before I entered the Arena of Life and Death, there is no time difference within the arena."

“Davis, perhaps in the process of time reversal, he saw the process of my battle with the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, knew that the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger would attack me in the future, and also understood his fate of death.”

"So, in his quest for survival, he picked up the snow-white swan's kiss from the ground and carried it to a much more distant past."

Yang Wudi was bewildered.

Sword Douluo was dumbfounded—

Ning Fengzhi vaguely understood the general idea, and Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling nodded gently.

"What happened next in the battle between Davis and the Dark Demon God Tiger is unknown to us."

"But what can be predicted is that the snow-white swan kiss from 13 years ago, preserved through wind, frost, rain, and snow, has now become a deadly threat to Tang Chen, guided by fate!"

On the ground,

Millions of years of human history, the vast and mighty Asura gods, and their superior will and beliefs make the fragments of the snow-white swan's kiss seem exceptionally insignificant.

It is inconspicuous
So small that it cannot be observed with the naked eye, and it cannot even evolve the venom of the human-faced spider.

But its existence, like the drumbeat of time, wraps the rope of fate around Tang Chen's neck.

(End of this chapter)