Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 550 The Afterglow of the Sun
"No no no!"

"The human heart is the most difficult weight to measure in the world."

"Throughout the vast and ancient ages, we have witnessed far too much greed. Some are trapped by love, some are infatuated with love, some are unable to let go of their good intentions, and some are blackmailed by others for the sake of their love. The choices they make will become the bargaining chips we use."

The Lord of the Planes' voice was somber, yet every word that reached the ears carried immense weight.

Zhu Zhuqing looked up at it, as if gazing at the aging years. Through the narrowness of time, a certain kind of inner awakening and doubt was born.

What do we need to utilize?

The power of destiny slowly swept over.

A few pieces of information, like a mirage, fell into their field of vision, flawless and exquisite.

The God of Food's lover is the Nine-Colored Goddess, and the Nine-Colored Goddess's legacy is the key to unleashing the resurrection light.

"and then?"

Oscar licked the spring water flowing backwards from the rocks.

The spring water was both cold and hot, possessing a cool, moonlit glow and a scorching heat that made it impossible to look directly at the sun.

The Nine-Colored Goddess's Martial Soul is the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head: "Impossible!"

"We can't possibly win over Ning Rongrong, and she can't inherit the path of the Nine-Colored Goddess."

The dimensional consciousness did not refute this, because it thought so too.

"Yes, we cannot blackmail Ning Rongrong."

"But besides her, there are always people who care about themselves more than she does."

Zhu Zhuqing asked, "Who?"

"Ning Fengzhi!"

"As the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he cares more about his daughter's future than Ning Rongrong herself."

"The inheritance of the Nine-Colored Goddess is an offer he cannot refuse."

A hint of joy and arrogance emanated from his aged voice: "When I offered the Nine-Colored Goddess's inheritance as part of my scheme, I presented Ning Fengzhi with an offer he could not refuse."

Oscar's eyes suddenly lit up.

I understand what you mean.

"Let Ning Fengzhi receive the Nine-Colored Goddess's inheritance, and let him and I complete the Martial Soul Fusion Technique."

The obscure figure nodded.

Ning Fengzhi will only accept the Nine-Colored Goddess's inheritance for a short time, and will eventually pass it on to his daughter. He is even willing to sacrifice himself to help Ning Rongrong achieve the divine position of "Nine-Colored Goddess".

"Everything is going according to plan."

The dimensional consciousness spoke arrogantly.

In a corner of the valley, a dashing figure slowly emerged.

"Sect Master Ning?"

"Now that you've come, you must have agreed to our terms?"

Ning Fengzhi remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

"Give me the legacy of the Nine-Colored Goddess."

“I will keep my promise and use the resurrection light to bring him back to life.”

The plane's consciousness revealed a satisfied smile, its fingers manipulating countless energies to transfer a nine-colored ray from tens of millions of miles away to Ning Fengzhi's martial soul.

"The Eight-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

"What trash martial soul, what lousy innate soul power, does it even deserve to receive my inheritance?"

The projection of the Nine-Colored Goddess's consciousness glanced at it disdainfully.

"Dimensional consciousness? What kind of taste do you have? This is the successor you found for me?"

The dimensional consciousness replied, "No, it's not him, it's his daughter."

"Oh?"

“Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi’s daughter, has the same martial soul as you, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.”

Upon hearing this, the Nine-Colored Goddess composed herself.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the ultimate martial soul, is extremely difficult to create.

"If it's some kind of trash who evolved their martial soul by eating immortal herbs, relying entirely on so-called luck, I wouldn't even look at such trash, so don't introduce them to me."

The Nine-Colored Goddess turned to Ning Fengzhi and asked, "How did Ning Rongrong obtain her Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda?"

Ning Fengzhi was speechless.

Oscar said sarcastically, "You came here after eating fairy grass!"

"According to Zhu Zhuqing's information, she consumed a full 12 immortal herbs before breaking through to the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda."

"Shut up!"

The plane's consciousness scoffed. "You, Ning Fengzhi, accepted the inheritance to revive Tang San. What right do you, a 'food-type Soul Master,' have to interfere?"

"Oh?"

The Nine-Colored Goddess was greatly surprised.

Eating a single immortal herb could evolve one's martial soul into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which she considered worthless. But the fact that you could eat 12 immortal herbs must mean there's more to it than meets the eye.

"In that case, I might as well take a look."

The boundless divine sense traversed most of the Douluo Continent and found Ning Rongrong's location.

"Who?"

Ning Rongrong gave a coquettish laugh.

Spiritual power and divine sense intersected in the invisible sky, as she also gazed at the location of the Nine-Colored Goddess.

"Divine Sense, the Nine-Colored Goddess?"

A million-year-old divine skull, and the left and right leg bones of the Ice and Fire Dragon King, both millions of years old.

Above his body floated the "Soul Power Cocoon" and "Ice Crystal Prism" extending from the "Nine Treasures Glazed Body," which was the "Three Transformations System" derived from Tianmeng's soul skills.

"Ning Rongrong is worthy of being compared to a peerless beauty!"

With just a few strokes of the pen, the Nine-Colored Goddess fell silent.

Even without her own lineage, she would inevitably become a deity; it was only a matter of time.

"Never in the course of a thousand years of history has such a person of extraordinary talent been born."

"A nine-sided, eight-dimensional glazed pagoda, with a rigorous architectural and structural framework, where strength and beauty coexist."

The plane master said arrogantly, "In that case, let Ning Zong take the initiative to use his inherited soul skill."

"I suppose it wouldn't be too difficult for you two Soul Douluos to revive a Soul Master?"

Subsequently
Under its guidance, the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and the Sausage Martial Soul merged in a strange way in the sky.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Resurrection Divine Light!
The soul within the Branch of Destiny, bathed in the divine light of resurrection, was given a new body. Flesh, bones, martial spirit, meridians, and soul power were all reborn under the influence of the divine power.

"arrive!"

"They are right here!"

After a long time, Han Tao arrived at Qiankun Wenqing Valley once again.

The Lord of the Plane's eyes were icy cold: "Han Tao, you've arrived? But you're too late!"

"Han Tao!"

"You deserve to die!"

Tang San, now reborn, unleashed a harsh curse.

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? Even if you kill me, I can be resurrected by the power of destiny!"

"Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer, and my long-dormant dantian have all been reborn under the divine light of resurrection!"

The impurities in the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, the obscure characteristics that once devoured the "Human-Faced Demon Spider," and the messy, fragmented talents, have been cleared up under its rebirth.

Ning Fengzhi and Oscar lost their soul power for two months.

"According to the calculations of the power of fate, the Valley of Love and Destiny will be your place of death, and also the place where you will ultimately perish."

"You will be killed by Tang San!"

"You will be killed by Tang San in the arena of life and death. I have already seen the answer. You will face your destiny without reservation."

At this moment, the dimensional consciousness considers itself to have an absolute advantage.

Zhu Zhuqing stood beside it, isolated by the boundless power of fortune from the illusion and from Han Tao's erosion through all means.

The possessed Dark Demon Tiger, wagging its enormous tail, stared straight at Han Tao, ready to unleash the world's only "arena of life and death."

"is it?"

"The arena of life and death is truly terrifying."

"Calm and composed" was Han Tao's only statement.

Tang San desperately wanted to see through Han Tao's eyes and understand the fear deep within him, but the colorful illusion blocked everything, shielding him from the erosion of countless ghostly intentions.

"Ridiculous, absurd, your resistance is futile!"

"Even if you were 6 years old and mastered today's theories and understanding, it would be meaningless. Do you know why?"

Han Tao asked curiously, "Why?"

Hahahahahahahaha.

Tang San burst into wild laughter, his laughter exceptionally unrestrained and unconventional.

"This is the Valley of Love and Destiny!"

"Even if I went back in time, I could still complete the test of love and receive the reward, but what about you?"

"Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling, what will you choose?"

(End of this chapter)