Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 591 The Rank of the Fate Immortal Herb
"Soul."

"What is a soul?"

The Blue Silver Clan's consciousness was vague and confused.

She couldn't help but ask many questions, but her doubts went unanswered by Han Tao.

"Now is not the time!"

“The ancient netherworld marks its own time and space through the patterns etched in time and space, and it is hunting down their past.”

"Every minute and every second is important."

Han Tao had no time to waste.

Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, and the recently resurrected "Wu" were trembling under this immense fear, their faces deathly pale.
"How to do?"

Qian Renxue asked, at a loss, "Han Tao, is there any way to deal with this?"

A tall, slender body, with golden, shimmering wings slowly unfolding on its back, sharp feathers spreading across the top, middle, and bottom in all directions.

His proud and indifferent eyes held a complex mix of emotions.

"Come here, let's stand together!"

The Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda was raised high in the sky, merging with the Nine Heart Begonia and the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul, and once again stepped towards the "Tower of Dimensions".

The Tower of Numbers: Observation, Deduction, and Control.
"Ning Rongrong? Do you have any ideas?"

Bibi Dong rubbed her temples.

She didn't obey immediately. After a brief moment of hesitation, she awkwardly lifted her heel.

"Now, please believe me!"

Ning Rongrong's resolute gaze said, "The ancient Netherworld has already traveled back to the past. In that time and space, we did not have the power to resist it, so the only thing we could rely on was luck."

——Bang!

——Bang!

——Bang!

Just as Ning Rongrong spoke, multiple spirit rings on her martial spirit exploded one after another.

The first spirit ring is "Power," the second spirit ring is "God of Speed," the third spirit ring is the inheritance sequence of "Nine-Colored Goddess," and the ninth spirit ring is the soul dwelling place of "Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm."
The four high-quality spirit rings, under the "multi-dimensional spacetime integration" system, blocked one of the swords of time.

You can block it once, but you can't block it a second time.

"It has found me!"

Ning Rongrong felt a surge of fear. She hurriedly looked around, but could not see any enemy.

"I need your luck, I need your strength, to find a way to win back my past!"

Qian Renxue nodded, soaring across the sky like a gentle swallow landing beside her.

Bibi Dong, Oscar, and Zhu Zhuqing stood in order.

"Destiny, in seven colors!"

Han Tao gazed at them. The Lord of Myriad Stars once again drew upon the fortune of the youths within the Star Luo Secret Realm, fusing it into a dazzling seven-colored brilliance.

"What's the point? What's the point?!"

"Humans are always so absurd, ridiculous, and naive; you actually dare to dream of conquering time with fate."

"That's impossible. I've tried it before, and failure was inevitable, hahaha."

His gaze swept over the crowd, and the phantom of the plane's consciousness disappeared into the clouds, leaving only unrestrained laughter echoing throughout the world.

"is it?"

Han Tao's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

In the past, the ancient Netherworld stood proudly above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, looking down upon it.

"Human, I have found your weakness!"

On the fingers of the ancient Netherworld, a sword representing the passage of time gathered, and it once again slashed towards Ning Rongrong.

"stop!"

"Don't even think about hurting my daughter!"

A tremendous amount of soul power rushed towards them. The ancient Netherworld stared at the newcomer, who was a woman, a titled Douluo.

Level 93 Battle Soul Master.

"--snort!"

"An ant, daring to shake the heavens?"

With a flash of the sword, the titled Douluo woman perished.

Ning Rongrong stood there, stunned. "Mom."

Just like Han Tao, who witnessed the deaths of her original parents, Ning Rongrong also witnessed her mother die under the ancient sword of time from the Netherworld. Her eyes instantly blazed red, anger and hatred weaving together in a flash, "I will take revenge! I will kill it!"

"I don't care about her death!"

The ancient netherworld casually remarked, "You want revenge? But it's pointless, because you can't see your own tomorrow or your past!"

"Your life will be frozen in time at this moment!"

The power of time, wrapped around its blade, ripples with an intangible, gray, ethereal quality.

Looking at this sword is like looking at a long-forgotten history, making one feel heavy and suffocated.

"Han Tao, I can't kill you, but you can't save them either!"

The proud narration of the ancient netherworld.

Beneath the magnificent buildings of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School lies a level 79 Soul Saint who witnessed his wife's death and heard the ancient Netherworld's words, "Han Tao."

"endure."

Ning Fengzhi sobbed, forcing himself to suppress his anger.

"I don't have the strength to defeat it. I'm just a support Soul Master. What can I do?"

Sobbing and laughing bitterly, she hid herself away.

In the not-too-distant future, I often take out the book "Keeping Your Emotions in Sight" to help me control my hatred and anger, while waiting for the right moment to take revenge.

"is it?"

The eyes of time cannot hear a sound.

It seems to be able to see everything, and through the vibrations of space and wind, it reshapes the words spoken by the ancient underworld.

"I seem to have overlooked something: the ancient Netherworld!"

Even the ancient netherworld could not hear Han Tao's narration.

It couldn't even see Han Tao, but even under these circumstances, the two had a conversation on different timelines.

"The Tower of Dimensions was formed by fusing the Blue Silver Emperor into a martial soul. It inherited the fundamental characteristics of the Blue Silver Grass, which gave the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda a chance to reshape its soul rings!"

The dimensional consciousness sneered, "Useless!"

"Even if she reshapes her spirit rings and restructures the multi-dimensional spacetime integration, it's just one more sword strike she can block!"

"--Oh"

Han Tao smiled gently.

"The Blue Silver Emperor, as the sublimation of the bloodline, occupies a position of rank within the clan."

"The rank of Blue Silver Emperor allows one to rule over the entire Blue Silver Clan, the rank of Emperor allows one to rule over 'grass' type soul beasts, and the Blue Silver Divine Spark grants me the authority to rule over plant soul beasts!"

"From now on, my Blue Silver Grass will no longer be restrained by the Qiluo Tulip, and my Blue Silver Emperor will restrain all immortal herbs."

The will of the plane frowned; it did not understand the meaning of Han Tao's ramblings.

"It's no use, you can't stop it!"

"Han Tao, no matter how strong you are, you cannot interfere with the years before your birth."

Han Tao continued to shake his head, "Ning Rongrong controls two kinds of power. The former is the fortune that comes together from the seven colors."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Qian Renxue, Oscar, Bibi Dong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu, "And the latter."

Ning Rongrong suddenly raised her head, "They are immortal herbs, the twelve immortal herbs I once swallowed. Their boundless destiny will guide them to continue evolving, and they will be reforged into my new soul rings!"

"Yes, it's a magical herb!"

"Under the guidance of divinity and destiny, these immortal herbs will evolve from their ultimate state to become unparalleled divine treasures!"

—Suddenly
—The spirit rings on Ning Rongrong's martial spirit have been re-carved.

The fourth soul ring was woven from the power of the immortal herb, the Qiluo Tulip.

The fifth soul ring was formed from the medicinal properties of the eight-petaled fairy orchid.

The sixth soul ring is the ultimate sublimation of the "Looking Through Autumn Dew".

The seventh spirit ring.
"These immortal herbs will all break through to the divine grade under the guidance of fate, and will also be amplified by my blue silver origin to a million years."

"They belong to the same system, and the multidimensional chimera they construct will become an insurmountable barrier for the ancient underworld!"

—The Sword of Time!
The ancient netherworld is not a benevolent force.

It brandished its sword without any cruelty, thrusting it at the newborn girl in front of it, as if it were nothing of importance.
In an instant, the sword blade, imbued with the power of time, was repelled by the soul ring of "nine kinds of divine herbs".

"How can this be?"

Ancient Netherworld frowned. "How could the techniques I created become a force that hinders me? This is impossible; there's absolutely no reason for it."

(End of this chapter)