Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 556 Trapped in the Rift of Time and Space

Why did the Lord of the Plane help Tang San?
Is it simply because Tang San is blessed with good fortune?

No, the power of destiny cannot move this powerful figure who has weathered the years.

"What I want."

"There has always been only one thing: the branch of destiny!"

The Branch of Destiny, the Will of the Plane, and the Core of Life are products of the same sequence.

Its existence is like an endlessly tempting treasure, attracting every hair of the plane's will.

"The Branch of Destiny evolves from Blue Silver Grass, therefore I need to kill Han Tao!"

"The Branch of Destiny is the martial soul that Tang San possessed, therefore I need to kill Tang San!"

Now, I've done it!
I sent them into the arena of life and death. In fact, I no longer care about their victory or defeat, because they are forever trapped in that space-time.

"Zhu Qi, you can rest in peace now!"

Han Tao sighed softly.

The longsword in his hand, in conjunction with the "64 consecutive slashes," transformed into a white streak and slashed towards Tang San's body.

"no, do not want!"

Tears welled up in Tang San's eyes.

Memories flashed by like a fleeting lantern, finally settling on a certain night.

"Xiao Wu, I broke my promise!"

"I cannot bring you back to life, nor can I avenge you!"

The remaining strength and the shattered body turned to ashes under the shadow of the sword.

"yes."

"Tang San is dead! He's finally dead!"

Han Tao let out a sigh of relief.

Having planned this far, the outcome was decided, but what puzzled Han Tao was that the time in the Arena of Life and Death did not return to the future as expected.

"why?"

"Could there be any remaining variables?"

Witnessing Tang San's corpse turn to ashes, he once again wielded his sword, alternating and swinging it to make the ashes even more ash.

"The power of the Resurrection Divine Light has been exhausted; it is impossible for it to revive Tang San again."

"Then why couldn't I go back to the future?" Han Tao remained silent.
Suddenly, a certain possibility came to mind: the Lord of the Planes' greed for the "Branch of Fortune" was becoming increasingly apparent. It was very likely, extremely likely, that he would kill the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger and trap himself in this desolate arena.

"This is not a friendly ending."

Exhaling, Han Tao slowly sat down.

Now that things have come to this, no amount of talking will help.

Being trapped in this narrow space-time is Han Tao's current situation, so he needs to find a way to escape.

How can one escape from a particular time and space?

One hour, two hours, three hours
One day, two days
One month, two months
Long hours passed quickly, and the predicament under the cage made life seem particularly agonizing.

Han Tao even regretted killing Tang San. If he hadn't killed him, he might have someone to talk to now.

"Hey"

"Since we can't find a way to leave here, we might as well settle down and explore the truth of theory and martial spirit."

In this predicament, this is the only way to comfort oneself.

"The arena of life and death can imprison my body, but it cannot imprison a person's mind."

With a flick of the finger, the light and shadow of the illusion flickered.

In the past, all the materials, theories, evolutionary directions, information, and diaries that Han Tao consulted were recorded in the illusion.

"Is a god-level martial soul the upper limit of the Douluo Continent?"

"Is it possible to find a way to continue evolving my martial soul?"

A vast, mist-shrouded arena of life and death was occupied by a tiny figure.

The Arena of Life and Death was completely empty, devoid of spirit beasts and Blue Silver Grass.

Han Tao was unable to break through his own soul power, nor could he evolve into multiple paths such as Emperor or Overlord.

"Residual power"

"Heh, fortunately, I have the Blue Silver Scepter!"

Xiao Wu can condense spirit rings on her own. This characteristic is obviously an ability granted after a spirit beast takes human form, and naturally belongs to the authority of the "Blue Silver Scepter".

In a desolate place, Han Tao's soul power gradually broke through.

Soul Master, Soul Sect Master, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, Title Douluo—these are just simple leaps, but they seem to have lost their meaning.

As the Lord of the Planes said, "Being trapped in a cage of time and space, even if you have power, it will be of no use!"

"Without the original soul bone and the Guzhu soul ring, it is impossible to build an additional growth base."

"Without the Mirror Origin and the Shadow Origin, it is impossible to construct a hidden rank."

"However, I don't need them."

Bibi Dong finally revealed a satisfied smile: "It seems I've won?"

"The Dark Demon God Tiger has fallen!"

"Han Tao will be forever trapped beneath the cracks of time."

Zhu Zhuqing, whose body was pierced by the Asura Sword, did not die immediately. The "extra growth base", "hidden rank" and "martial soul strength" she had acquired provided considerable physical strength and soul power, which blocked the penetration of the "divine weapon".

"Oh, you're not dead?"

Bibi Dong was surprised.

The soul power of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo was also exhausted.

Ye Lingling tossed a healing spell to Zhu Zhuqing, her tone icy: "Zhu Zhuqing, tell me, do you have any way to revive the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger?"

"no!"

She covered her wound and took a breath.

Ning Rongrong also shook her head: "Oscar has lost his soul power and can no longer use the Resurrection Divine Light."

The dimensional consciousness was overjoyed, holding the "Branch of Fortune" in its hands, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Now, all the obstacles have disappeared!"

"Tang San is dead, Han Tao is trapped in the past, and I will be its new master!"

"Now that I have mastered the consciousness of the plane and the branch of destiny, that bastard at the core of life will no longer be my match!"

Bibi Dong turned her head and looked at Ning Fengzhi, then glanced at Ning Rongrong.

"I cannot be satisfied with the ending that keeps Han Tao stuck in the past."

"And coincidentally, members of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School are right here. How do you think I would let you go?"

Kill Zhu Zhuqing, trap Han Tao, and wipe out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, clearing obstacles for the Spirit Empire's rule.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been wiped out, the Clear Sky Hammer is in a state of partial destruction, the Heaven Dou Empire has been "stolen," and the Star Luo Empire has been destroyed.

"Once the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is destroyed, there will be no power in this world that can rival the Spirit Hall, and no one will be able to stop my will!"

Bibi Dong Jiaojiao's narration.

Having experienced hardships and trials as an ordinary citizen, he has risen to his current high position, and every step he takes is as if he is walking on thin ice.

"Sect Leader Ning, await your downfall!"

Ning Fengzhi slowly awoke from the "Two Elements Stillness Domain," only to be met with the sharp edge of the Rakshasa God's power, his eyes turning deathly pale.

Using the "Resurrection Divine Light" consumed two months of his soul power.

"No!"

"Don't you dare harm the sect leader!"

The sound that came through was as sharp as the sword shadow.

A scarlet sword guard stood horizontally at the tip of Bibi Dong's scythe, and the weapon of extreme strength was actually on par with her body.

"It's you."

"Sword Douluo - Chen Xin!"

Sword Douluo, wielding the Crimson Sword, stood before Bibi Dong with the soul power of a peak Douluo.

Bibi Dong glanced at it casually: "Useless!"

"You are not Han Tao. You cannot contend with a peerless Douluo with the strength of a peak Douluo, nor can you understand the gap between those below the level of a god!"

The dual killing domains of Rakshasa and Asura pressed down on Chen Xin with unparalleled force.

——Bang!

Just like his upright integrity and unwavering faith, he turned to ashes under the power of the two gods.

Chen Xin fell to the ground, prostrate and unable to rise.

(End of this chapter)