Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 586 The Heir to the Star Empire

"The Netherworld is the energy manifestation of the physical body."

"Flesh and blood are a shackle; only by abandoning the body can one step towards true light!"

Just as Han Tao was pondering,

Suddenly, the azure phantom materialized once more, narrating in a seductive tone...
"Human, I suppose you have grasped the power of the body as energy. You can feel the fluctuating soul power in the world, and the starry sky. Only a body structured by energy can bear this weight!"

"Who are you!" Rong Nianbing suddenly demanded.

"Me?" The azure phantom smiled faintly. "Human? No, you are a projection of the consciousness of some powerful being."

"It doesn't matter, it's all the same. I can mercifully tell you my title—Gu Xun!"

It felt no fear or worry; the projections of the two gods' consciousnesses had never grasped the means to harm it.

"Gu Xun, a nice name!"

The nine-colored goddess face was praised.

A sense of fear arose in his heart, for his divine sense had not given him any warning when it appeared and arrived.

"This is not normal!"

—The rising sun!
The dazzling seven-colored light, like the rising red lotus fading away in a swaying motion, pointed the magnificent divinity towards the illusory image before my eyes.

"Not bad power, what a pity."

The ancient underworld felt regret over this.

The multi-dimensional nested sphere constructed from spirit rings easily intercepted this torch.

"I'm sorry to say that your attack didn't even control the curvature of spacetime, which made my spirit ring barrier look rather ineffective!"

"Next, you will face my blade!"

The ancient Netherworld's fingertip, with its azure blade imbued with the power of time, pierced through the Soul Ring, receiving a terrifying enhancement.

—The Edge of Time!
"The winds of freedom, the dance of rhythm!"

Rong Nianbing's consciousness projection calmed his mind, and the pervasive wind and frost resisted the ancient Netherworld's sword edge.

"No, you can't stop it!"

Turn away from the ancient netherworld.

It doesn't even pay attention to the battlefield, just as it once told Han Tao, "How can the defenses we create now withstand the attack from a second ago?"

"Those beings who cannot grasp the scale of time cannot withstand the sword of time, nor can they undo the wounds frozen in time and space."

If nothing unexpected happens, this sword strike will be enough to send him to the underworld.

Wind, ice, fire, light—all kinds of low-level energies, and even noble emotional forces, vanish into nothingness under the influence of time and space.

"This"

Rong Nianbing was utterly shocked.

"Humph!"

Han Tao immediately raised his arm.

The Netherworld Martial Soul has produced nine blood-red soul rings, which interlock in space and time.

"Ancient Netherworld, I have taken your existence as a reference and evolved my own Martial Soul to an equivalent level!"

"And the multi-dimensional spirit ring system you developed has also become part of my power."

Vertically, horizontally, left and right, and at diagonal angles, they envelop the 'Netherworld' and construct a multi-dimensional sphere.

The multidimensional sphere constructed from spirit rings exists simultaneously in different timelines, like a towering structure that has stood since time immemorial.

Through the illusion, Ning Rongrong transmitted her voice, "What is this?"

"The soul ring system developed by the ancient Netherworld is a spacetime defense structured by eight soul rings, which can block attacks from any angle, even those originating from the curvature of time."

"For example, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger once again pulled me back to the time when I was 6 years old. Even though my 'Netherworld' Martial Soul did not arrive, the defense of the multi-dimensional soul ring structure could still make me invincible."

—Thump!
—With a crisp sound, the eight red spirit rings shattered like gems.

—The golden light and the netherworld gradually intertwine, and the power of freezing and annihilating time and space gradually takes shape.

"Ancient Netherworld, you cannot kill anyone!"

"Just as you can't erase my past, as long as I stand here, you can't hurt them!" Han Tao stood on the clouds, holding a scepter.

The blade, imbued with the power of time, froze under the guidance of the scepter, and then vanished with the swing of the scepter.

"Damn it!"

"Humans, you damned humans! I've already ignored your offenses, but your repeated interference is making me extremely dissatisfied!"

"Today, tomorrow, or yesterday, you will pay the price for your current actions!"

The ancient netherworld roared in fury.

Its form instantly darted to the past before Han Tao arrived, saying, "Insects, you cannot protect it!"

"This is a past you can never reach, and his consciousness will be reduced to ashes under my blade!"

Rong Nianbing's expression suddenly froze.

Although he was merely a projection of the god's consciousness and never fully controlled the god's power, he was still able to make judgments.
"Even if I were to descend in person, I might not be able to survive the sword of time from the ancient netherworld. It carries the power of time and is difficult to look at directly!"

The Nine-Colored Goddess witnessed all of this.

She could see the battlefield situation clearly. As a god who had broken through with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, she had a keen awareness of the battle situation. And she unexpectedly discovered that "neither she nor Rong Nianbing, the two god projections, were a match for Gu Xun. Only Han Tao could contend with him?"

Outrageous, absolutely outrageous!
"Han Tao, please do me a favor!"

Rong Nianbing quickened her pace, "This body of mine is merely a projection of a god's consciousness; even if I die, I can recover."

"What kind of help?" Han Tao turned his head. "If it's within my power, I'll definitely help you!"

"Many years ago, I owed the Star Empire's royal family a promise. Although the Star Empire has now fallen, its legacy has not vanished. The Star Empire's immense fortune is concentrated in a certain human being."

"As a second-level god, I cannot easily interfere in the lower realms. Therefore, I hope that when you meet him (her), you can help me out."

Countless swords of time pierced his past self from the hands of the ancient underworld.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge wound appeared on his waist.

No matter how the Nine-Colored Goddess used her divine skills, she could not undo the wounds frozen in time and space. Moreover, the wounds became even more etched as the sword blade arrived once again.

"That's truly terrifying."

Rong Nianbing's tone was melancholic.

His arm was severed, and without thinking, he pleaded, "Han Tao, promise me!"

"Ok!"

Han Tao watched everything unfold in silence.

The Ancient Netherworld reached a past it could not reach itself. The clash between Rong Nianbing's consciousness and the Ancient Netherworld was exceptionally clear, yet pale, in the Eye of Time.

"If I meet him/her, I will definitely do my best to help him/her!"

After a few seconds, Rong Nianbing's consciousness projection was severed horizontally at the waist, and his life vanished.

The Nine-Colored Goddess immediately sneered, "Ning Rongrong!"

"Leave here, follow what Han Tao told you, build your spacetime chimera soul ring, and prevent your past from being strangled by it."

Ning Rongrong nodded slightly, and left without any hesitation or mercy.

Of everyone present, apart from Han Tao, no one could contend with the Ancient Netherworld, and no one could counter the killing intent that traversed time and space.

"Bring Oscar over here!"

The Nine-Colored Goddess issued the order.

Under the divine influence, no corner could be hidden, and Oscar obeyed the order to arrive at the center of the battlefield.

"what happened?"

The gods, gazing at the sky, witnessed the half-crippled projection of Rong Nianbing.

"Han Tao, pierce the spacetime rift!"

"Oscar, fuse your martial soul with me. I will use that divine skill to let the power of the resurrection light permeate every corner of the timeline!"

"I refuse to believe that with the power of a god like myself, I cannot revive a projection of consciousness!"

The Nine-Jeweled Pagoda, radiating nine-colored light, held a goddess with calm eyes, maximizing every ounce of power she wielded.

(End of this chapter)