Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 592 Waiting for Someone to Arrive

"Damn it!"

The ancient Netherworld raised sword after sword, slashing at the 5-year-old child before it.

However, this unprecedentedly powerful blade lost its true strength under the invisible defense of the spirit rings.

"why?"

"Why!!"

Its tone was filled with anger, "Why has the defense system I developed become your means of countering me?"

"If I had known, I shouldn't have shown the multi-dimensional spirit ring fusion to you. It's a disgrace that it was used by you monkeys!!"

The ancient underworld recounts endlessly.

At the same time, its form flickered once more, shifting through time and space, and arrived at another hidden village.

"Han Tao, I admit you have some tricks up your sleeve. I can't erase your past, nor can I take her life."

"But so what? You can't stop me, you can't protect everyone!"

Han Tao gazed at it quietly.

The ancient Netherworld arrived at the home of two Title Douluo.

"Title Douluo?"

The sword, imbued with the weight of time, swept across gently, and the middle-aged couple, both titled Douluo, died without any surprise.

"them."

In the illusion, Oscar witnessed the truth of the past.

"Are they my parents?"

"I am an orphan. My parents were killed by the ancient Netherworld?"

Han Tao put away the illusion and nodded gently.

In an ordinary family, if the parents do not have a powerful martial soul, it is almost impossible to give birth to a child with innate full soul power.

"I found you!"

The ancient netherworld looked down at the children running in the fields.

With a light step, its form traversed thousands of miles, arriving directly in front of Oscar.

"You're not like Ning Rongrong. You didn't eat any strange plants, so you can't withstand my sharpness!"

—The Sword of Time!
The golden wheat fields, with their plump ears of grain, are the fields on the edge of Shrek Academy.

"Does it look familiar?"

Han Tao gazed at the spot.

This is precisely the birthplace of the "Ten Thousand Year Bamboo Shoot," and also the location where the God of Food descended.

"That's how fate and luck work. What seems like an unintentional coincidence is actually a deeper arrangement of forces. But this time, luck is on my side."

Oscar's head was cut off.

Bright red blood dripped into the wheat field, seeping deep into the soil.

A wandering soul, an inscribed stone hidden deep within the earth.

"It seems I am the victor!"

The ancient Netherworld looked at Oscar, whose head had fallen to the ground, smiled contemptuously, and slowly walked away.

“I am not afraid of your resurrection. My sword is imbued with the power of time, and I have frozen his state and time and space.”

"Even if you can draw upon the divine light of resurrection to bring it back to life, you can only revert it to the state of having its head severed."

It maintained the arrogance of the strong, glancing at the spacetime rift with a faint, almost imperceptible look, knowing that Han Tao was observing it.

Beyond the world, in the past of time, Oscar's body vanished like light and shadow.

"Don't be afraid, we're here!"

In the space of Douluo Continent, a small crack appeared, and two gods walked out from it.

The God of Food, a nine-colored goddess, is like a deity who has descended to earth, drawing divine light that traverses time and space.

"Meaningless!"

The ancient ghost gave a sinister smile and casually blew a breeze through the wheat field beside it. "I have frozen its state. It is completely dead. You cannot change this situation."

"The allure of time lies in its grandeur, which you cannot comprehend, and in its past, which you cannot reach!"

"How is it? Can it be saved?" The God of Food glanced at the Nine-Colored Goddess, who shook her head and began to explain.

“Our resurrection light can temporarily revive his body, but Oscar will die in an even shorter time. Time is something we don’t understand at all.”

"Isn't there any other way?"

The Nine-Colored Goddess remained silent.

The God of Cookery turned to Han Tao and said, "I was wrong before, please forgive me. I also hope you can save Oscar."

"Because once your fortune is reduced by one part, you will no longer be able to contend with the fortune of heaven and earth. The consciousness of the plane and the branches of fortune will become more difficult to deal with, and you will no longer be able to resist the ancient netherworld."

Han Tao sighed, "The power of time, only the power of time can contend with it!"

"First, you will revive Oscar. During the brief interval between his rebirth and death, use the Time-Space Annihilation technique to destroy everything he has. Then, he will be reborn after being bathed in the divine light of resurrection."

The God of Cookery frowned slightly. "Quite complicated?"

"Yes, achieving that goal is indeed that complicated."

"However, we can't rush it!"

Han Tao pointed to the spacetime rift.

The Ancient Netherworld was moving away, seemingly oblivious to Oscar's resurrection and death, as if it cared nothing. But Han Tao knew it did care. It was deliberately feigning indifference, waiting for the Ancient Netherworld to arrogantly step forward and contemptuously accuse him of his "absurdity" when Han Tao thought victory was assured.
"Do we need to wait any longer?"

"When a Soul Master dies, his soul has nowhere to reside. For every minute this state lasts, Oscar's soul weakens a little."

Han Tao stated firmly, "Keep waiting!"

Through the soil, one could see the inscribed stone beneath the ground. If it served as a support, Oscar's problem of weakened soul would no longer exist.

Zhu Zhuqing asked, puzzled, "What are you waiting for?"

I'm waiting for someone!

"Who?"

“Dean Flander!” Han Tao mentioned a name.

His strength was not great; in fact, he was considered weak in the eyes of many, but everyone paid close attention to this detail.

“I’m waiting for Dean Flander to come and take in Oscar, this ‘orphan,’ so that time and fate can converge.”

For a long, long time.
Golden light pierced through time and space, illuminating Oscar's vanished shadow; his figure appeared briefly and then disappeared just as quickly.

"It's now!"

"Time and space, obliterated!"

Oscar turned to ashes, and along with his body, his time-space properties also vanished.

"Continue, resurrect the divine light!"

The power of the Nine-Colored Goddess descended once more, and Oscar was bathed in divine light, ushering in a new life.

The Oscars of the future are resurrected, and the Oscars of the past are also rising again, as if everything they suffered has never existed.

"You are."

Several years ago, Oscar raised his head.

Approaching was a man with sinister eyes and an aloof appearance.

"Han Tao, that's all!"

"Now, I will be the one hunting down your next companion. Perhaps I should pray."

"Pray that I will have great mercy, even though I have no mercy in my heart, hahahahahahahaha!!"

The ancient netherworld recounted with jubilation, its mind immersed in fantasy; it could already imagine...
What kind of sadness is deep in Han Tao's heart as he observes his own behavior in the future?
"arrive!"

Han Tao gently wiped it away with his fingers.

"The ancient netherworld has already sought you out, arriving at the former Star Luo Empire."

"What."

Zhu Zhuqing's expression gradually froze, and sweat visibly appeared on her forehead.

Han Tao shook his head and smiled, "I think you don't need to worry about it, because you once mastered the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. If you had put your heart into comprehending it back then, why would you have given birth to a killing intent from before the ages?"

"No, this is different. I haven't fully mastered the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger."

Zhu Zhuqing's face was pale.

Her jet-black battle dress contrasted sharply with her pale face; her fingers trembled involuntarily; and a fawning look appeared in her bright eyes and expression.

(End of this chapter)