Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 552 The "Ghost" Born from Death

"At our level..."

"It is no longer a pure clash of strength, but a struggle to exploit weaknesses and counter-weaknesses, and a clash of possibilities."

Han Tao pondered silently.

The dimensional consciousness deduced Han Tao's death, but the person who died was not himself, but that pitiful and pathetic 6-year-old "native".

"So."

"The question then arises: since Han Tao's body is already dead, how can I save his life?"

He let out a soft "heh".

However, having lost his physical body, Han Tao could not actually utter that sound.

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Han Tao is dead!

"As if by fate, he met his death as I had anticipated!"

The dimensional consciousness displayed an unusually rare smile.

The ethereal wind in the air happened to be blowing its cloak of soul power. It stood above the sky and time, looking down at everything from its high position.

"The passage of time carries an unbearable weight."

"Han Tao has never experienced death, nor has he experienced the passage of time. The power he possesses pales in comparison to my methods!"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a hint of sarcasm: "I don't think so!"

The dimensional consciousness retorted: "What?"

"Sect Leader Ning, you don't actually think that 6-year-old Han Tao has any chance of resisting Tang San, do you?"

Ning Fengzhi held his head high with composure.

He casually glanced around, a hint of disdain in his eyes—a testament to his absolute confidence in his disciple.

"do you know?"

"If this were anywhere else, Han Tao might really be dead, but this is Qiankun Wenqing Valley!"

The dimensional consciousness scoffed, "Qiankun Asks About Love Valley?"

"Sect Leader Ning, I think you've lost your mind. You don't actually believe that Han Tao can beg for the mercy of Cupid to help him revive his body, do you?"

"No, of course not!"

Ning Rongrong gently shook her head: "Han Tao never prays to the gods, and we will not place any possibility on the so-called mercy of the gods."

"Father must remain calm, because a resurrection light was just cast here not long ago!"

"what!"

The Lord of the Planes paused, his expression frozen.

Appearance, confidence, luck, and even everything one claims to control, all come to a standstill in an instant.

"Resurrection Light".

"The Divine Light of Resurrection, I should have thought of that long ago!"

Since the Red of Broken Heart and the Kiss of the Snow Swan can travel back to the past through the Arena of Life and Death, then this "Divine Light of Resurrection" can naturally also flow backward with time.

The dimensional consciousness turned its head and roared, "Oscar, you betrayed me!"

"When you used the Resurrection Light, you sacrificed two months' worth of soul power. Why didn't you tell me?"

“You can’t blame me for this!” Oscar said casually, as if he were just giving up.

He didn't even care about the madness of the plane's consciousness. Even though the other was stronger than him, he was still the successor of the "God of Food" and had to give him some face.

"The Dark Demon God Tiger devoured Ma Hongjun. I wanted to revive him, but I failed."

"Moreover, Xiao Wu also needs to be resurrected, so it is reasonable for me to use two months of resurrection divine light."

The ruler of the plane remained silent.

The expected fate has arrived, but the unexpected is the ever-changing and unpredictable.

"Resurrection Light!"

The remaining power has pierced through the years and reached this desolate arena.

Han Tao's body was revived under the guidance of the "Resurrection Light".

"what?"

"Han Tao, how could you be resurrected? How could you be resurrected?"

Looking at Han Tao's body, Tang San's eyes held a hint of ruthlessness.

The power of the resurrection light was too great for a six-year-old to withstand, so he had to wait for the entire ritual to be completed.

"Tang San, we meet again!"

Han Tao smiled softly.

The tone of voice he used this time was completely different from the one he heard last time.

"Who are you?" "And who died before? You are not Han Tao, you are someone else!"

Tang San guessed Han Tao's identity.

They should be like ourselves, visitors from outside the world.

"I have to thank you."

"If it weren't for you, how could I have inherited his entire estate?"

Although it is just an ordinary human body, the level 1 innate soul power of the Blue Silver Grass is already valuable enough.

"Hmph, so what if you've been resurrected?"

"How could you, at the age of six, possibly be my match? Is it because you are a cowardly Blue Silver Grass?"

Tang San stood tall, his eyes brimming with the unique confidence that belonged to Yu Xiaogang—a confidence passed down from generation to generation.

He partied all night long, and in just one minute, it would be time for his Martial Soul to awaken.

"This time, how will you face my power?"

Innate full soul power, top-tier martial soul, a gift from Cupid.

At the tip of the surrounding Blue Silver Grass, a 423-year-old Limit Soul Ring appeared, and at the same time, his Soul Power was also pushed to level 20.

"With such a huge gap in strength, how can you possibly contend with my power?"

"When the divine light fades, that will be the time of your death!"

Han Tao suddenly laughed, seemingly lamenting the sorrow of the person in front of him.

"A top-tier martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, with level 20 soul power, seems to hold an absolute advantage."

Unfortunately, you forgot one thing.

Tang San waved his hand casually: "I don't care what I've forgotten!"

A Great Soul Master is the ultimate goal in someone's life, so he can completely disregard Han Tao.

"When faced with overwhelming power, any means of scheming become utterly ineffective."

Han Tao pointed at Tang San, then at himself.

"A Soul Master who has experienced death can awaken a brand new Martial Soul: Ghost!"

"Ghost Douluo's martial soul is an ultimate martial soul!"

"And you, Tang San, while offering the Xuan Tian Gong as a sweet treat, have never valued the things that should have existed in this world."

"So what!" Tang San retorted coldly, "I have the Mysterious Heaven Skill, I have the Purple Demon Eye, I have the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps, and my Blue Silver Emperor bloodline is supreme. I don't need those extra additions."

"is it?"

Suddenly, a shadow appeared over Han Tao's body.

After the awakening ceremony, Han Tao also obtained two martial souls, but there was a huge difference in strength between the two martial souls.

"Blue Silver Grass, Ghost Martial Soul!"

"The growth base is selected based on the highest number. Even though I only have level 1 soul power, I have a body with a physique of 1.9."

"Pfft!" Tang San couldn't help but exclaim, "Han Tao, are you trying to make me laugh?"

"so."

"What I need to do most now is to break through my soul power as much as possible before the divine light dissipates."

He completely ignored Tang San and focused all his attention on his own cultivation.

But how much soul power level can one gain in such a short time?
"I need cultivation talent!"

"The birth of cultivation talent requires a Blue Silver Priest sequence and the use of faith to promote the [Transformation Ritual] to transform one's own cultivation talent."

Modifying a martial soul requires the Blue Silver Origin.

"It will take some effort."

Evolving directly into the Blue Silver Priest Scepter is not advisable, as Han Tao does not have enough Blue Silver Origin to draw upon in the initial stage.

"Therefore, it needs to be done in two steps!"

"The first step is to evolve the Blue Silver Grass into the Blue Silver Cocoon, accumulating a sufficient amount of Blue Silver Origin in a very short period of time."

"The second step is to discard the structure of the Blue Silver Cocoon and outline the sequence and authority of the sacrificial scepter."

Beyond the world, the consciousness of different planes has also progressed to this stage.

Its confidence soared, and it coldly mocked, "Han Tao could never evolve into a Blue Silver Priest!"

"Because when Han Tao was 6 years old, there was a Blue Silver Priest in the Star Dou Great Forest, who had already occupied the core sequence of the Blue Silver Grass."

"Han Tao, you think you've got everything under control, but that's just your arrogance."

"You will eventually die in the unknown arena of life and death because of your arrogance, but the soil stained with blood will give birth to even more beautiful flowers."

The words of the dimensional consciousness traversed time and space, seemingly listening to Han Tao's response.

However, since they were not in the same time and space, he could not wait for Han Tao's reply, and even his thoughts and ideas could not interfere with the will of the past.

(End of this chapter)