Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 539 Lord of the Planes
"Humph!"

"Then you better shut up!"

With a loud bang, the cell door slammed shut.

Ning Rongrong glanced at him with disdain, then picked up her wine glass as if nothing was amiss, gently swirling it, seemingly unconcerned about anything.

Tang San held the rabbit in his arms, secretly vowing revenge:

"I will make Han Tao pay the price, I will!"

"However, before I can take my revenge, I need to acquire the corresponding strength."

The split soul merged into the "Wind Whisper" grass.

Just as he possessed "Wind Whisper," the power of destiny in heaven and earth gathered at an unimaginable speed, and red frost spread across the sky and over the tiny blue silver grass leaves.

"This is."

Tang San stared blankly at this scene.

Evolving from Blue Silver Grass to Wind Whisper Grass, from mastering the "wind element" to being involved in the "scent" of plants, it is imbued with a certain lingering charm of destiny.

When Tang San obtained it.
Its own immense fortune gathers within the tiny Wind Whisper Grass, leading it to evolve once again.

"This is the Branch of Destiny!"

Unlike the Leaf of Fortune of the Blue Silver Demon Emperor, its structure and texture represent an evolution on another level.

“I recognize it, I remember it.”

Tang San silently read the sentence aloud.

Next to the Xuan Tian Bao Jian, a record of the Tang Sect in the previous life, there was a book of miscellaneous legendary knowledge. This book contained information about the "Branch of Destiny".

Even though this information had long been forgotten, when the Wind Whisper Grass transformed, he couldn't help but recall this truth that was only recorded in rumors.

"It can help me build a bridge between the consciousness of different dimensions."

Through the branch of destiny, Tang San found a certain illusory shadow.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Like the vastness of time, a voice filled with the sands of years slowly rises.

"Tang San, you may call me—the Lord of the Planes!"

"The Lord of a Dimension?"

Tang San continued, "What is a plane lord?"

Its tone was slow, gentle, and soft as duckweed, yet irresistible.

"The controller of Douluo Star is also the guardian of the Douluo Plane. All the methods that you Soul Masters can understand and master are just my relatively simple applications."

The illusory finger of the plane lord rose, resembling a seven-colored flowing cloud, the true essence of the power of destiny.

The color of the power of destiny is not frost red; red is only a part of it.
"Yeah."

A hint of joy flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he secretly pondered in his heart: "Since it is the master of the plane, then the power it wields must be able to avenge me!"

"Even...resurrect Xiao Wu!"

Thinking of this, Tang San raised his head with longing, gazing at the illusory figure above the "Bridge of Heaven and Earth," and humbly inquired.

"The Great Lord of the Planes"

"On the Douluo Continent today, an extreme and evil Soul Master has appeared. As the guardian of this plane, do you have an obligation to eliminate him?"

"Oh?"

The Lord of the Planes asked with a hint of doubt, "An evil Soul Master?"

"The vast years have passed by in a hurry. In the dust of history, countless ambitious people have been born, and countless moral values ​​and concepts of justice have been spawned. However, all of these things that you think you have are meaningless."

"In this world, only strength is the eternal truth!"

Morality, justice, huh!

Upon hearing the superior's reply, Tang San hesitated for a moment. However, his malice towards saving Xiao Wu and killing Han Tao soon took over, causing him to set aside his pride.

He humbly knelt on the ground: "Great Lord of the Planes, may you accept me as your disciple?"

"No!" It answered decisively, seemingly making a statement.

"Why?" Tang San asked abruptly.

"If I agree to your request, it will displease a certain being."

"However, given your current situation, I can help you."

The Lord of the Plane spoke with an arrogance ingrained in his bones, a disdain born of extreme superiority. Whether it was Tang Chen, Bibi Dong, or the so-called Han Tao and his ilk, these powerful figures born in a short period of history were all fleeting clouds in his eyes.

"Will you really help me?"

There was a hint of tears glistening in Tang San's eyes.

"of course it's true."

Through the bridge constructed by the branches of destiny, Tang San saw the serene smile of the plane's master through the mist of destiny power.

However, its smile seemed to conceal some deeper emotion.

"Even though Han Tao has mastered some methods, which are an insurmountable peak for you, he appears insignificant in the vast expanse of clouds."

"First, you need to leave here."

"How to leave?"

Within the finger of the Lord of the Planes, radiant light converged on the branch of destiny, which was possessed by Tang San, known as "Wind Whisper."

"The power of destiny will help you escape this place."

Suddenly, it realized something and quickly added, "But."

"While the power of destiny is extraordinary, you still need to find a way to actively escape. You need to avoid any accidents as much as possible."

In the past, the power of destiny has never failed.

But recently, it has encountered its greatest opponent in history, a Soul Master whose fate is beyond control.

"Okay, thank you!"

“Great Lord of the Plane, I swear in the name of the Haotian Sect that if I successfully leave this place, I will definitely find an opportunity to repay you.”

The fog dissipated
The Branch of Fortune returned to its original, unassuming appearance.

This time, however, Tang San's eyes shone with confidence. He believed that he would definitely be able to escape, to escape the blockade imposed on him by Han Tao and Ning Rongrong.

"what to do."

"Search for every possible way to escape."

The dusty prison cell contained a damp wooden deck, fences made of deep-sea iron, and a faint fishy stench carried by the sea breeze.

The waves crashed relentlessly, splashing up wisps of spray.

"I've got it, barnacles!"

"According to Poseidon's account, limited by the talent of the sea turtle martial soul, he was not originally able to master the power of the ocean and the vast sea. He obtained all of this by relying on the barnacles he resided in."

"I want barnacles to inhabit my body."

"Thus, one can grasp the ocean, the vast sea, the tides, and even the divinity of the ocean."

Tang San was incredibly audacious, his greedy thoughts running wild.

Beneath the damp wooden planks, Tang San pried open the barnacles one by one, and then came the immediate question of feasibility.

"Under normal circumstances, barnacles cannot live on human skin."

"but."

Only the skin of marine creatures like sea turtles and whales can support the parasitic growth of barnacles.

"The Jade Hand can alter the properties of my skin, granting me resistance to toxins and making my skin resemble that of a whale."

A pure white light flashed across Tang San's right hand, and a barnacle from a shallow sea creature quietly arrived in his palm.

Barnacles devour flesh and nutrients.

However, while it resides in the ocean, it can also bring a marine element to the Soul Master, which is an easy bait for some Soul Masters with inferior talent.

(End of this chapter)