Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 575 The Netherworld of Ancient Times
"what is this?"

"What is this?"

Fallen leaves danced in the air, and as the yellowing grass returned to the earth, sunlight shone through the clock tower's hands, illuminating Han Tao's face.

The eye between the brows, the pupil of time, reflects a vast expanse of azure.

Beyond the world, illusions shimmer.

"never seen it!"

The Demon Tree with the Demon Eyes shook its head. "Although I grew up in that time and space, I have never seen such a deep blue phantom in all the years I have lived through and in my memories."

In the illusion, Han Tao wove an identical phantom image, gazing at Di Tian and Bi Ji from afar.

"Han Tao?"

Di Tian hesitated: "You mean your eyes have pierced through time, seen half a million years in the past, and witnessed its presence?"

Han Tao nodded in agreement, "Yes!"

“I saw it, and it saw me. Now, it comes chasing after time.”

"what!"

Di Tian's voice suddenly became sharp.

Throughout the vast expanse of history, many unknown powerful figures have been hidden, and many beings with extraordinary power have emerged.

No one knew how much power this so-called azure figure possessed.
"Every minute that passes, it can traverse a thousand years."

"Now, an hour has passed, and it has reached 37 years in the past, no, it is now 36 years!"

Di Tian frowned and fell into deep thought.

"A deep blue phantom?"

"Why is it azure blue, and why is it an illusion? Doesn't it have a body?"

The gaze of time continues to watch, like a god looking down upon the entire river of time.

Han Tao nodded slightly, "No body!"

"An existence without a physical body"

Di Tian was lost in a long memory.
Although Di Tian is a 700,000-year-old master of soul beasts and the king of soul beasts in Douluo Continent, he has not experienced the 500,000-year-old era. He has only cultivated for 100,000 years, going from nothing to where he is now.

"These beings are recorded in the Dragon Clan's memory heritage."

Han Tao looked away. "Oh? What's the origin of this?"

"Ancient Netherworld!"

"It is the ancient netherworld!"

Di Tian's expression was focused, and his finger touched the air, marking the birth of an era.

"Before the primitive era, many soul beasts on the world's continent believed that the physical body was a shackle on the soul."

"They are born from weak bodies, but they shed those weak bodies, break free from the constraints of their physical talents, and create pure energy bodies with their souls and soul power!"

Energy, soul power, will, and spirit combine to create a unique life form.

This life form is called the "Ancient Netherworld".

The Demon King stood there, stunned.

It suddenly occurred to it that the so-called divine "Immortal Spirit Grass" was a product of that era. "Immortal Spirit Grass" would be extremely rare in the next 100,000 years, but in that time and space, it was an ordinary existence.

“Those weak soul beasts, those soul beasts with inferior talents and bloodlines, are completely reshaped and sublimated in this way.”

"As a dragon, my strength, bloodline, and will are innate, and I cannot use this system to evolve myself."

As it spoke, a hint of regret crept into its eyes.

The howling cold wind swept across the vast land.

A phantom image of biting frost slowly emerged from the long passage of time and stopped before Han Tao's eyes.

"I've found you, you inferior monkey!"

The azure phantom swept over Han Tao's body, noticing the strikingly different physical composition compared to his own, and made a judgment with a hint of disdain and contempt.

Or rather, in that vast and desolate era, those who never transformed into "ancient netherworld" were forever inferior to others.

"Speak, why are you spying on me?"

The ancient netherworld questioned.

Its language, with its distinctively contemporary accent, was incomprehensible to Han Tao. So, he turned the page.

Based on documents recorded over a long period of time, we attempted to translate its contents.

"Um"

This powerful being from ancient times seems to look down on me?
To gain equal say, it seems a battle must be fought, and right and wrong will be proven by strength.

"Cut the nonsense!"

"Tell me, how can you travel through time, and why do you dare to stand arrogantly before me?"

On Han Tao's body, incredibly powerful numerical values ​​gradually accumulated.

With a physical strength score of 2804, and with the blessing of the Blue Silver Triple Transformation and divinity, coupled with the Martial Soul True Body, the illusory figure in front of him underwent an unimaginable sublimation.

If 1000 points of physique represent the body of a demigod, then the movement of that body can disturb the air currents of the world.

With 10000 points of physical strength, one would have a divine body in the truest sense, and with every flick of his finger, space and airflow would have to coordinate with Han Tao.

"Hmm, ha!" The phantom figure composed itself.

"How could such a despicable monkey, which has never even escaped the shackles of its physical body, possibly wield such terrifying power?"

Its body was bathed in a deep blue light, which concealed its pale complexion.

A powerful being capable of traversing time and space, its physique ranks among the best in the Douluo Continent, boasting an energy body of 9999, surpassing all other soul beasts and soul masters in the world.

9999 is the shackle imposed on soul beasts by the rules of the world, not its upper limit.

——Bang!

The airflow exploded, and the space resounded.

"The difference in numbers is the most fascinating aspect of variation!"

The immense power, the coordinated flow of air, and the ever-present spatial presence combine to showcase a speed that surpasses all others.

Han Tao reached out and pinched its energy-formed body, but there was nothing there.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"A body of energy cannot be harmed by tangible things!"

Its words were full of arrogance: "Monkey, how could someone as ordinary as you possibly appreciate the charm of this system?"

Because of the strength Han Tao demonstrated, it's impossible not to remove the prefix "despicable." In any era, the strong must be respected.

"Ha, that's all!"

"The path of energy-based body is merely one of my soul bones; it cannot, and will not, occupy my entire system."

Han Tao glanced at it dismissively.

The human body is the world's greatest treasure. Dantian, meridians, acupoints, muscles, bones—even if Han Tao reached the pinnacle of the world, he still did not believe that he had completely comprehended the entire structure of the body. Moreover, besides humans, there are countless other soul beast races on the Douluo Continent.

The characteristics bestowed upon them by their bodies will also become a part of the physical transformation.

"what?"

"This is impossible!"

"The ancient netherworld is the most perfect path; there can never be a new path that is more noble than it!"

It retorted angrily.

Its azure body, displaced in time and space, flashes with sharpness.

"Uh"

Han Tao grunted.

The ground, the sky, and the lakes all cracked open under the sharp edge.

The earth's fissures, thousands or even tens of thousands of meters wide, and even time itself, were cleaved apart by this sharp edge.

"This is unbelievable!"

Han Tao felt a sharp pain in his arm.

These techniques, a fusion of soul will and soul power, originate from a wondrous system from ancient times, and they shine with unique brilliance in the present-day Douluo Continent.

It pierced through the blue-silver armor, cut Han Tao's arm, and severed all his meridians, blood vessels, and tendons, except for his soul bone.

(End of this chapter)