Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 587 Using the Gods as a Pretext to Repel the Underworld

"Now, use your Blue Silver Hook Tail!"

The Nine-Colored Goddess gave a resolute command.

"Well, it shouldn't be called Blue Silver Hook Tail now. When I forged the Soul Bone Set, it had already become part of my divine equipment."

He briefly emphasized the concept of "divine equipment," but did not delve deeper into the topic. Han Tao frowned slightly and used his Blue Silver Divine Equipment to pierce the current time and space.

——The Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda!

The crystalline and dazzling martial spirit draws Oscar's sausage to fuse, unleashing the power of the human race's advancement—the power of a god—into the world.

"Ancient Netherworld, beings from ancient times, your strength allows you to be arrogant, but you have underestimated humanity, and you have also underestimated humanity's ultimate sublimation."

"It's time for you to feel the weight of the gods."

The resurrected divine light once again traverses time and space, wandering among the dreamlike bubbles of fragmented time and space.

In the past, the ancient underworld seemed to be listening to whispers, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"God?"

"Absurd and pathetic!"

The resurrected divine light, having traversed the years, slowly descended upon Rong Nianbing's consciousness, allowing its life to be reborn in the past and present.

"What is this?" Rong Nianbing raised her hand blankly.

"Nine-Colored Goddess, you saved me?"

"This is no use. Even if you could revive me, I still wouldn't be able to defeat it."

"The swords that bear the weight of time are too powerful to resist with the force of emotions and elements. Even if it came again, I would not be its match."

Rong Nianbing muttered to herself.

The Nine-Colored Goddess and Han Tao stood in the future, witnessing the end of Rong Nianbing's consciousness and his resurrection.

Of course, Han Tao couldn't hear his words, but he could observe them with the Eyes of Time and relay his thoughts through the vibrations of his voice.

"How could I not know?"

"The spacetime defense system built by the multi-dimensional soul rings is also a reference for me. The resurrection divine light cast by Oscar and me, which has the power to penetrate the years and spacetime, how could it not stop the blade of the ancient netherworld?"

—The Edge of Time!
The ancient netherworld unleashed a sword light once more.

The blade imbued with the power of time was blocked by divine light that also contained the power of time. Two unprecedentedly powerful figures clashed over their superior authority under the same starry sky, on different timelines.

"Hmph, you do have some tricks up your sleeve, but these are still child's play to me!"

"Perhaps your fusion of martial souls, the so-called resurrection divine light, can protect his life, but... what about you?"

"If I find you, how will you block my blade?"

The ancient, ghostly figure soared through the clouds.

Looking down upon all living beings in the world, we search for the past of the Nine-Colored Goddess.

"Han Tao, it can't find me!"

The nine-colored goddess held her head high, making a solemn vow.

Han Tao asked, "Why?"

"Because before you encountered the God of Food, I never projected my consciousness into the lower realm, so it couldn't erase my past."

The Nine-Colored Goddess spoke with great joy, her expression gleaming with a certain delight, as if she believed she had won everything.

Han Tao tapped his scepter with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and then...
He immediately poured cold water on the idea, saying, "No, no, no, it's not that simple!"

"Perhaps for thousands or tens of thousands of years, it will not be able to find your projection of consciousness—"

"The ancient Netherworld can travel through time. What if it finds your past before you became gods, that incredibly cowardly period of time?"

Find your past, find the incredibly cowardly spacetime, like an arena of life and death, easily erasing a god.

"what!"

The Nine-Colored Goddess was astonished, panicked, and terrified.

His body trembled, and a kind of fear from the depths of his soul surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The summer sun shone brightly, radiating a comforting warmth, but now she felt no warmth at all. Looking into the shadows of the spatial rift, it seemed like a terrifying abyss, ready to devour her soul at any moment.

"Then what should I do?"

"It will take some time for it to find your past!" Rong Nianbing looked at her with a complicated expression and sighed deeply. "Put away the Martial Soul Fusion!"

"I am merely a projection of the consciousness of a god. I can be resurrected after my fall, but I was not born on this continent. Even if the ancient underworld could travel through time, it would not be able to find my past."

“But you are different. You were born on this continent, and your martial spirit is even recorded in history. You cannot accept this terrifying possibility.”

Without hesitation, the Nine-Colored Goddess withdrew her martial spirit and divine power.

Oscar collapsed to the ground, falling into endless weakness, and his soul power was sealed for a year.

"How to do?"

"What should I do?"

The Nine-Colored Goddess lost her composure and began to frantically wave her arms and legs.
"Han Tao, you once said that a certain soul ring structure could defend against attacks from spacetime?"

"Yes, but you can only block it once!"

The Netherworld Martial Soul was summoned, and the shattered red soul ring was slowly recovering.

The text repeatedly demonstrates how to construct a "multi-dimensional spatiotemporal integration" soul ring system and explains the function of this system.

"Strictly speaking, this soul ring technique is a special skill developed after the ancient Netherworld Observation Martial Soul System."

"To think that it can compete with the techniques it developed is somewhat absurd, and frankly, it's unrealistic!"

He handed her the technique and then rejected her idea.

"Whether it works or not, I'll use it first."

She was unwilling to let any possibility slip by.

With a flick of his finger, ten gleaming golden spirit rings merged in the chaotic "space-time," granting his former self a form of defense.

——Bang!

As the Martial Soul Fusion Technique ceased, the sharpness of the Sword of Time once again pierced through the blockade of the divine skill.

Rong Nianbing's consciousness projection turned to ashes under the sword's edge.

"Ants, how pathetic!"

The ancient netherworld looked at him with mocking laughter.

"Uh"

Witnessing the ashes turn to dust before her eyes, the fear brewing in the Nine-Colored Goddess deepened once again.

"Han Tao, what should we do?"

"This is an enemy you've provoked. You must find a way to defeat it. I don't want to die, I can't die!"

Her voice was trembling with tears.

Han Tao didn't comfort her; instead, he sat to the side, lost in thought.
"Hmm, I've thought of a somewhat imperfect solution."

"any solution?"

Han Tao stared at her, then his eyes suddenly turned to the sky.

Above the dazzling starry sky, beyond the endless universe, stands another world.

"By harnessing the power of other gods!"

The Nine-Colored Goddess shook her head, "That's impossible!"

"Those gods belong to different factions; they might not be willing to help me, and..."

"If they knew what kind of enemy they were, they would be even less likely to help me, and I wouldn't be able to keep it from them."

Han Tao suddenly smiled, a smile as gentle as the wind, yet as chilling as snow.

"They will be afraid!"

"Those high and mighty gods, those who rose to power from the Douluo Continent, all fear the power of the ancient Netherworld, because they all have a cowardly past."

The Nine-Colored Goddess was stunned.

"They will die too!"

"They have forgotten the fear of death and the desire to survive. The ancient underworld will gradually hunt down everything, and those self-proclaimed gods will all turn to dust in some inconspicuous space-time, just like the gods of emotions."

(End of this chapter)