Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 589 The Missing Fate

"Ascending the divine steps, is it to achieve godhood?"

The phantom of the plane's will flickered with inexplicable panic. Its will subtly influenced the energy of heaven and earth, and in a moment of confusion, even the temperature around them turned cold.

Frost condenses on the blades of grass.

"What if I don't allow it?"

Looking at Han Tai, who was trampling on the steps of faith, the will of the plane exuded a chilling tone.

After waving goodbye, the sunlight faded, and the exquisitely crafted branches, woven like a dream, appeared before everyone's eyes.

"—The Branch of Destiny!"

Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

"Han Tao, the evolution sequence from Wind Whisper Grass will stifle your possibility of becoming a god. How can a lowly character resisted by fate possibly covet the high position of 'god'?"

The illusory fingers were swaying casually on the branches and leaves, and the corners of its eyes were filled with unrestrained and unbridled joy.

A flawless, seven-colored light is spreading across the sky, swirling like wind and clouds, forming a tornado of destiny outside the long staircase leading to the gods.

"Luck, destiny?"

Han Tao glanced at the scene and continued forward.

The steps beneath my feet crumble one by one, while the steps ahead are being constructed layer by layer. The whole world seems alienated from my will, and the only belief in my heart is to move forward.

"Luck will hinder your progress!"

"You will never reach the end, Han Tao. Fate has blocked your possibility of becoming a god, all possibilities, everything!"

The Lord of the Planes spoke eloquently, attempting to shake Han Tao's beliefs with words and erase the ladder in the sky.

"Now, it's your turn!"

It turned its head and looked at Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.

"Pope of the Spirit Empire, Your Majesty the King of the Heaven Dou Empire, now is the time for you to make your move. All you need to do is interrupt Han Tao's ascension ceremony, and he will no longer be able to threaten your Spirit Empire."

"Ok!"

Bibi Dong gave a soft snort.

Divinity extends along the fingers, and a bright red color is gathering, gradually being engraved into the supreme weapon.

—The Asura Blood Sword!
"Mom, why?" Qian Renxue suddenly refused.

"Xue'er, you don't understand. Although our Martial Soul Empire has already stood at the top of the Douluo Continent, as long as Han Tao is alive, I will never be able to let go of him!"

Bibi Dong spoke slowly, her words were unusually slow, and she deliberately emphasized certain parts of her speech, pausing frequently.

"no!"

Qian Renxue refuted Bibi Dong once again, "Han Tao possesses strength far exceeding ours. He could have easily annihilated us, but he didn't, which means he approves of the actions of our Martial Soul Empire."

"absurd!"

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with disgust. "Qian Renxue, you don't understand anything!"

"Han Tao's strength is terrifyingly powerful. As long as he lives, as long as he exists, he is like the Sword of Damocles hanging over our heads."

"I can't sleep until he's dead!"

The dimensional consciousness frowned. "Could you...stop talking so much nonsense?"

"Hurry up and disrupt his ascension ceremony, then we'll all join forces to kill him!"

Bibi Dong smiled. "As you wish!"

Time gradually
During the brief pause in their conversation, Han Tao had already stepped onto the 1000th blue silver step, just one step away from achieving true godhood.

The crimson sword blade flashed by in an instant, catching the eye.

"Yes, the moment you are closest to success is also the moment when you are most likely to make a mistake."

"Humans and spirit beasts are always prone to overlooking external dangers due to the euphoria of nearing success, causing everything to come to naught."

"Hahahaha. How pathetic and laughable!"

A wisp of azure suddenly appeared.

The sharp edge of time slashed towards Han Tao's body.

At the same time, the scarlet Asura sword blade pierced precisely where it was.

"--What!"

The ancient Netherworld retreated several steps in horror.

The will of the plane was also stunned. It looked at the azure sky before it, its expression filled with endless fear.

"How is this possible? How could you not be dead?"

"Why didn't those monsters in the abyss kill you? That's impossible. They promised me they wouldn't let a creature like you go."

Compared to Han Tao, it seems that the will of the plane is more terrified of the ancient netherworld.

"Hehehe!"

The Ancient Netherworld was severely injured by the Asura Blood Sword.

In the blink of an eye, its body recovered in an instant, freezing the damage it had suffered at a certain inconspicuous moment.

"A kill without a time scale, no matter how powerful, is nothing more than that!"

"Humans, you cannot threaten me, you cannot threaten the great Netherworld!"

It glanced at Bibi Dong, then turned its head away contemptuously, before quietly observing Han Tao. "As for its question, why didn't I die?"

"I should thank Han Tao for this!"

"If Han Tao hadn't pierced the spacetime rift, how could I have chased the passage of time and arrived in the future, 50 years from now?"

The will of the plane looked at Han Tao with utter contempt, "Han Tao, you deserve to die!"

"Time is a giant prison. For the sake of your own martial soul evolution, you have guided the ancient Netherworld to the present."

"You even sacrificed the lives of people across the entire continent; your crimes are heinous and beyond description!"

Under the sharp edge of the sword of time, Han Tao's [Space-Time Embedding] soul ring system shattered, isolating all sound and power, thus allowing him a brief respite.

Han Tao paid no attention to his feet, ignored the questioning from the will of the plane, and gazed intently ahead. "The power of destiny, the direction of fate, can only be resisted by equal strength!"

Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Wu, Oscar, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong
Above the sky, six massive beams of fortune converged on the Ascension Staircase, resisting the seven colors stirred by the will of the plane.

"This is not enough."

"The Shrek Seven Devils are born with seven colors of destiny, and not a single one can be missing!"

If the Blue Silver Emperor hadn't used up his last bit of luck, or if Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun hadn't died, perhaps they could have served as the final piece of the puzzle of fate.

Han Tao suddenly looked towards a corner, "Di Tian, ​​can you help me?"

Black wings fluttered, obscuring the sky and its luster. Di Tian soared through the sky, letting the gentle wind brush past his horns.

"Han Tao, I want to help you, but I can't!"

"The Three-Eyed Golden Lion is a Soul Beast of Destiny. In the future, she will wield a great deal of power of destiny, but none of that is happening now!"

"She has just been born. She also needs to accumulate destiny to promote her own evolution. Helping you means that she loses the possibility of advancing. More importantly, the power of destiny in her body is not enough to resist the vast seven colors in the sky."

Di Tian's incredibly vivid narration rejected Han Tao's request.

"Fine."

The Eye of Time shifted its attention away from the Three-Eyed Golden Lion; it was merely a thousand-year-old soul beast and couldn't really help it much.

Suddenly, Han Tao remembered Rong Nianbing's warning, "The heir to the Star Empire."

"Perhaps I need to borrow its power?"

The ninth spirit ring lit up, and the Lord of Myriad Stars drew upon countless stellar powers.

"Rong Nianbing, thank you!"

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise. If I get through this, I will give him/her unimaginable benefits."

In the secret realm of the Star Luo Empire, a young man with "spiritual eyes" suddenly raised his head and looked up at the dazzling starry sky.

"Dean Tianhui, can you hear the call of the stars?"

"A call? A call from the stars? What call?"

Xu Tianhui frowned and asked in return.

The boy with the bright eyes calmly gazed at a certain star in the sky. It was so dazzling and brilliant, just like a civilization born in the course of history.

"It told me."

"It wants to use my luck to fight against a powerful figure. Dean Tianhui, what do you think? Should I lend it my luck?"

Xu Tianhui seemed hesitant and at a loss. After a long while, he asked another question.

"Can you utilize your own destiny power?"

"cannot!"

"Do you have a choice?"

The boy with the bright eyes was stunned for a moment.

She awkwardly scratched her head, then lowered it shyly. "It seems not."

Starlight scatters across the vast starry sky.

As the last bit of fortune was drawn by the Lord of the myriad stars, they together wove a seven-colored tapestry, blocking the endless, pervasive grand destiny of the world.

"Damn it!"

"No, I don't believe it, this is impossible!"

The will of the plane was furious. Its phantom flashed red under the influence of its anger. Its figure moved around Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, even ignoring the azure sky in front of it for a time.

"Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong, you have all betrayed me."

"And that damn rabbit! I should never have let it come back to life!!"

Han Tao reached out and plucked the fruit that had just been harvested at the end of the long staircase leading to the divine realm.

"From this moment on, I am a god!"

"You may call me—the God of Blue Silver!"

Without choosing an awkward name, Han Tao casually made up a title for a deity and placed it above his own head.

The will of the plane has a cold look in its eyes, mixed with a bit of fear. The wind blows its longing, burning the river surface into frost.

"Bibi Dong, tell me, why are you willing to give up your destiny power to Han Tao?"

"Why should we bestow our fortune upon him? Han Tao is a sinner of the Douluo Continent and the sworn enemy of your Spirit Hall."

Its roaring questions, its fixed gaze on Bibi Dong, sought answers beyond the paleness of separation.

Bibi Dong smiled elegantly, even taking out a wine glass and swirling the scarlet Bloody Mary, but this red liquid also froze under her burning will.

"Give away your fortune?"

"No, no, no, Lord of the Planes, you've misunderstood something!"

"From beginning to end, I never had the power to contend with Han Tao!"

Her fingers swept lightly across the mountains, rivers, forests, and seas of clouds, reaching the southeastern horizon.

Beneath the endless canyon lies a crimson sky, a paradise of slaughter and bloodshed.

"So what if it's a city of slaughter? That shouldn't be a reason for you to agree with Han Tao!!"

Bibi Dong calmly narrated, "Han Tao has taken control of the Killing City."

"The bloodshed and killing intent of the Slaughter City are the foundation and source of my divine power. Now that I have lost my Martial Soul, all my power comes from my divine position. I will not allow myself to lose even the last bit of power!"

Upon hearing this, the will of the plane remained silent.

The azure energy body gazed at the blood sword in "her" hand, concealing its secretly turbulent thoughts within the passage of time.

"Is this divine power?"

"A divine weapon formed from killing intent and murderous aura is nothing more than this in my eyes!"

The ancient netherworld's arrogant mockery.

(End of this chapter)