Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 551 Embracing the Fate of Death

What is the Valley of Love and Destiny?
Having passed the test of Cupid, one may receive her gift, which could be soul power, a soul ring, or a soul bone.

"You seem very confident?"

Han Tao didn't need the so-called soul power, soul rings, or soul bones; even the fallen Cupid was no match for him.

So he lowered his eyes and said, "Tang San, what makes you think you can pass the test, and what makes you deny my abilities?"

"Hahaha"

"Little dance!"

A tear rolled down his cheek: "I have never let go of Xiaowu, nor have I severed the true feelings in my heart."

"Han Tao, I know you don't take Cupid seriously. She's no match for you now, but what about the past? If you were in the arena of life and death, back to before you were six years old, even if your skills could rival my power, how could you possibly withstand Cupid's illusion?"

The Lord of the Planes calmly shook his head.

"For thousands of years, you have been the most talented Soul Master I have ever seen, and the strongest human I have ever seen. But you have underestimated luck and the means I am capable of using."

"It can find your weaknesses, it can find your weakest moment, and deliver the most fatal blow to you."

Destinies converge, and seven colors permeate!
Fingers draw out flawless destiny, gathering the aspirations of countless beings into a burning candle.

With Han Tao's mastery of soul power, illusion, and divinity, all vanished in the instant fate converged, while the one-in-a-million possibility gave Zhu Zhuqing a precise opportunity to strike.

"it's your turn!"

"Okay, it's my turn!"

Zhu Zhuqing raised her head.

Purple vertical pupils, a towering and fierce tiger baring its fangs beneath a black, form-fitting robe.

"Netherworld Cat, Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, Martial Soul Fusion!"

Han Tao looked at her indifferently.

Seemingly unaffected by the current crisis, he casually offered his analysis:
"It is true that by possessing a soul beast, one can occupy its body as a martial soul, but this method cannot absorb soul rings, nor can it give birth to a true martial soul body."

"The True Form of the Martial Soul is the process of the Soul Master and the Martial Soul merging together, and you have lost this part."

With the favor of fortune and destiny, the fusion of martial spirits in an instant created perfection, and the Netherworld White Tiger, a god-level being, reappeared in the world.

The purple crystal wings on its back, the soul power armor imbued with shadows and evil, and the "Evil God Hook" shimmering with a dim, gloomy light.

"This time, there will be no surprises!"

Zhu Zhuqing's tone was soft and gentle.

"Innate Soul Skill: Arena of Life and Death!"

Luck and destiny are both favoring the use of this soul skill, and they are directing their greatest malice at Han Tao.

The precision-guided grappling hook struck Han Tao and Tang San.

Tang San sneered, "Even on your deathbed, you're still spouting those ridiculous theories."

"They can't save you, Han Tao. You will eventually die in the past because of your weakness, in the desolate soil and memories."

The endless river of time, at a certain moment, slowly comes to a standstill.

Slow down, stop, reverse
Like a vast and ancient pendulum, striking in the opposite direction for the first time, it carries away the chronological order of time, wiping away all the achievements Han Tao has made.

"Soul power is being lost."

"The soul bones are also dissipating."

Looking at this scene, Tang San smiled contentedly.

They didn't even mock Han Tao, because any mockery or sarcasm would have lost its meaning.

19 years old, 18 years old, 17 years old, 16 years old.
When the reversal of time reached the crucial point of his 12th birthday, Han Tao saw his former self and the scene of his battle with the Dark Demon God Tiger.

In an inconspicuous corner, a faint, shimmering white light emanated.

"This is."

"The snow-white swan's kiss, the last horn before the afterglow fades."

I took it off and gently placed it inside the porcelain bottle at my waist.

Han Tao sighed deeply, "I never imagined that it wasn't Davis who accomplished all of this, but myself."

The meandering flow of time, carrying Han Tao's porcelain bottle and the last wisp of immortal herb, arrives in the distant past.

"what is this?"

Directly in front of him, Tang San naturally noticed everything. Encountering this unexpected turn of events, his mind immediately tensed, and he urgently and angrily questioned the situation.

"What is this? Tell me what this is?"

Han Tao did not answer.

Like an emotionless robot, she quietly watched Tang San jumping around beside her.

"Damn it!"

"Han Tao, don't think I can't see it. It's recorded in the Xuan Tian Bao Lu."

"The Snow Swan Kiss, the Snow Swan Kiss that can spread poison a thousandfold, I guessed right, didn't I? But your idea of ​​defeating me with it is utterly absurd and pathetic!"

As he spoke, a hint of pride lingered in his eyes.

In his previous life, Tang Clan was a master of poisons. Even if he returned to the age of 6, he could still use the Xuan Yu Hand to resist this power.

Time continued to flow backward, and the two's ages continued to rewind: 11 years old, 10 years old, 9 years old.
Time has reached its destined end.

Six-year-old Tang San and six-year-old Han Tao arrived at the prelude to awakening their martial souls in the closed world of the Arena of Life and Death.

"here it is"

To Tang San's utter surprise,
The Han Tao standing before me, though using the same body, seemed like a completely different person.

"who are you?"

"Where am I? Why am I here?"

Han Tao, an indigenous person, suddenly spoke up and asked.

His speaking style, intonation, and delivery are remarkably different from those of the future Han Tao.

Tang San was stunned. He pondered for a long time but still couldn't come up with an answer.

So he spat out fierce curses: "Han Tao, what are you pretending to be, you think I'll let you off the hook just because you act all innocent?"

"Now that you've come to the past, now that you've come to your weakest moment, I won't give you any room to resist!"

"You have a way to die!"

A hidden dart was activated on his wrist.

What surprised Tang San even more was that Han Tao in front of him had no chance to struggle or resist and died under this fragile sleeve arrow.

"This"

Tang San remained silent as he stared at the corpse before him.

"Could it be that the man I've always considered my greatest enemy was actually so weak in the past?"

"Weak and easily defeated?"

After a long silence, he burst into maniacal laughter.

"Hahahahahaha."

Standing atop Han Tao's corpse, he celebrated with unparalleled arrogance, rejoicing in his hard-won victory and rejoicing in the long-awaited, even unimaginable, possibility.

"Han Tao, oh Han Tao, I never thought I'd win in the end!"

"I have gained everything, and I will trample upon your bones to become a true god!"

Just as Tang San was feeling happy.

However, they did not discover that the time sequence within the arena of life and death did not return to the future as expected, but instead remained frozen in the present moment.

Tang San didn't care about these details. He was willing to stay in the arena of life and death for a hundred years if he could defeat or kill Han Tao.

"Yes, you successfully killed him!"

Douluo Continent, Holy Soul Village.

Indigenous man Han Tao died, his soul and consciousness dissipating in the arena of life and death.

"Why was I able to travel through time?"

"Why was I able to take over Han Tao's body, and why was there not a single trace of interference from the original owner's consciousness within his body?"

"All of this is thanks to your help, Tang San!"

Han Tao, the time traveler, stared silently at his own corpse.

When the dust settles on the soul of "Indigenous Man Han Tao," that will be the moment my memories are rekindled. "I will inherit his future and move towards new possibilities!"

(End of this chapter)