Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 441 Macrocosmic Vastness

A broken body, a decaying soul.

He was left with the empty title of God-King, possessing a vast physique, soul power, and spirit, but had lost the sharp claws of his weapon.

And under the convergence of fate, the "Yellow Spring Dew," which has been sublimated from the immortal herb to a divine quality, is eroding his sanity.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Why is this happening? I have already inherited the divine position, and everything is proceeding as I predicted."

"Now that I am a god beyond compare, why can such a mere and insignificant poison distort my soul?"

His eyes were a deep crimson, like those of a drug addict driven to madness.

Deep within his mind echoed the agonizing cries of a ten-thousand-year-old Soul Master at the moment of death. The excruciating pain was bone-chilling, and the poison spread with time, gradually eroding his reason and thinking.

"This can't go on!"

With a hoarse voice, Tang Chen looked around.

Although his physical body and soul were corroded by the poison, he was still a level 100 Asura God. Bibi Dong's divine-grade "God-Devouring Spider Emperor" could devour the structure of a nine-headed bat, and he posed no threat otherwise.
"Grandpa, grandpa!"

Tang San feigned a tender demeanor.

Since his grandfather had already withered and died, he could only "endure the agonizing pain in his heart" and reluctantly accept the divine position from the legacy bestowed upon him.

"Grandfather, please rest assured, I will not let you down!"

He whispered to himself, his expression solemn.

Suddenly, I heard my grandfather's cold snort.

"Tang San, I'm not dead yet!"

His eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he grabbed his great-grandson by the neck, his tone resolute: "I've heard..."

"You possess the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's Distraction Control Technique; why not hand it over to me?"

He struggled and waved his hands, but how could Tang San escape the power of the gods?

“Yes, there are.” He said anxiously.

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward decisively: "Ah, Tang Chen, how could you do this!"

"After all, you are also San'er's grandfather. How can you treat your junior like this?"

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, he sprang up and grabbed Yu Xiaogang's neck in the same way.

Even when facing certain death, Tang Chen maintained his unparalleled demeanor, displaying the disdain of a god: "Now, your lives are in my hands, so my dear great-grandson, please tell me how to cultivate the Distraction Control Technique!"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang being manipulated by his grandfather, Tang San's eyes widened in fury, muttering to himself, "You have a way to die."
However, forced by circumstances, he had no choice but to turn the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Bright Moon and present the secret method of "gathering and convergence" to the other party.

"very good!"

"You certainly didn't disappoint me."

Upon reviewing the pages, one's mind is thoroughly cleansed, and the changes become clear in one's heart.

A crimson killing intent condensed within his sea of ​​consciousness, and then suddenly exploded.

—Soul Blast

The once unified divine soul split into two bundles amidst the intense blast.

Even in dire circumstances, there is still hope.

"And the law of survival is sacrifice!"

What was brewing in that gaze at that moment was the madness of a desperate situation.

His soul was divided into two, and at this moment Tang Chen had made up his mind. He used his will to guide half of his soul and merge it with the "Yellow Spring Dew" in his body.

"Humph, that's all!"

A fractured soul, utterly corroded by toxins, is forever trapped in incompleteness.

The enormous cost only buys precious time and the current state of things.

"But...that's far from enough!"

"A fragmented soul needs the additional benefit of the Yellow Spring Dew to counteract its effects!"

—Purple Demon Eye

—At this moment, the page has been turned once again.

In Han Tao's view, His Majesty Haotian was extremely mad, sacrificing his soul to gain a few moments of lingering existence.

However, luck did not favor him.

"It's not dawn yet, and the Purple Demon Eye can only be cultivated at sunrise. It won't be easy for Tang Chen to survive."

Tang Chen's lips curved into a leisurely smile.

Slowly, slowly, they put Tang San and Yu Xiaogang down.

"Han Tao, perhaps you don't know, but I explored the boundless ocean when I was young."

"As geographical regions change, the time of sunrise also varies greatly. Now, I will chase the dawn and seek the one-in-a-million chance of life in the world!"

Han Tao neither confirmed nor denied it.

He's right. If Tang Chen hadn't made a pact with Poseidon, he wouldn't have been searching the world for a divine successor; and if he hadn't been a researcher, he wouldn't have discovered the connection between the sun and geographical location.

"yes."

"When theory and knowledge have been accumulated at several levels, the suppression of one's luck seems insignificant."

Suddenly, he sprang into action. With divine speed, he traversed dense forests, lakes, mountains, and towns, reaching the far east where his vision could not be obstructed, and embracing the rising sun in the boundless embrace of the ocean.

"Purple Demon Eye?"

"I didn't need this secret technique, but now I have no other choice!"

Tang Chen sighed softly.

Her complexion gradually softened, and the love in her eyes held a faint hint of fading purple.

After all, he was a god, and with his superior attitude, cultivating this secret technique seemed effortless.

In a fleeting instant—the panoramic view, the minute detail, the mustard seed, the vastness—all were revealed.

Yes.

"The vast realm of the Purple Demon Eye!"

Han Tao extended his thoughts to the Far East.

He couldn't stop Tang Chen, and neither could Bibi Dong. There was still an almost insurmountable gap between a peerless Douluo and a god.

However, in any narrow corner of the Douluo Continent, in any place that ordinary people cannot observe, the Blue Silver Grass blooms brilliantly.

"Replicating is far easier than exploring."

"Now, it's my turn!"

Tang Chen stood on the edge of the coastline, gazing at the magnificent sky and the rising sun, touching and smelling the stench of the sweeping waves, and comprehending the immense power emanating from the macrocosm and the vastness.

Standing with a sword in hand, he exudes heroic spirit and grace.

Han Tao, however, did not adopt the same posture, hiding underground like a large rat in a sewer.

"Use the Blue Silver Domain to synchronize the results he has achieved."

"This is vastness, this is the macrocosm!"

As the understanding deepened, the Purple Demon Eye entered the "vast" realm.

At the same time, Han Tao grasped the true meaning of macroeconomics.

"Above the microscopic structure of soul power lies the macroscopic structure of soul power, woven together in a macroscopic form, which is called a domain!"

A gentle touch from fingertips.

The Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone simulates the microscopic structure of soul power, allowing Liu Hua's soul power to be built and woven within narrow terrain, forming a unique macroscopic structure.

Death Domain, Seven Killings Domain, Gravity Domain, Slow Domain, God of Slaughter Domain, and so on.

"What is this?" Ning Fengzhi asked, stunned.

Chen Xin touched the crimson of the Seven Killings and felt a long-lost familiarity, but he could hardly understand how Han Tao had achieved it.

“The macroscopic structure of soul power is the domain!” Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly.

"but."

"The composite form of Yin and Yang stillness, the killing domain that breeds murderous intent, cannot be simulated!"

Han Tao nodded gently, then summarized what he had gained.

On the ground, His Holiness the Pope glanced at his departing figure and turned his attention to the present.

"Hey!"

With a leisurely sigh, he said, "I can't stop Tang Chen, but I can stop his great-grandson. What do you say, Tang San?"

With his head bowed, Tang San swallowed his anger and said, "Bibi Dong, you are now the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and even the ruler of the Douluo Continent. How can you do such a thing as bullying the weak?"

"and"

"My grandfather has already become a god. Aren't you afraid he will come back to take revenge on you for treating me like this?"

"How about we make a bet?"

Moral blackmail, threats, and bets were all executed in one smooth motion.

Yu Xiaogang stood decisively beside his disciple: "Dong'er."

"Insolence!" Chrysanthemum Douluo roared.

By activating his soul power, he knocked Yu Xiaogang to the ground.

It struggled to its feet: "For the sake of our past relationship, could you please spare my disciple?"

"—Pfft!"

I tried hard to suppress my laughter, but I just couldn't hold it in; the master was really too outrageous.

Bibi Dong's brows furrowed coldly: "Hmph!"

Elder Ju calmed down instantly, then turned her head and began to speak calmly.

"Yu Xiaogang, where do you get the nerve?"

"I can wipe out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in a heartbeat. Now you want me to let them go? Isn't that a bit wishful thinking?"

The divine item, with its golden threads, densely splits and multiplies beneath the surface of space.

Beneath the golden threads of light, vines of blue and green intertwine, encircling and weaving the world.

"This is."

"Blue silver entanglement, and spider web binding?"

What were originally his own Blue Silver Grass martial soul skills have now become the blades that strangled his life.

(End of this chapter)