Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 600 The Branch of Fortune Returns to the Clan

The Blue Silver Emperor has completed its final step of sublimation.

Growth base: 1.0 → 1.1
"The controller of the order of life, born from bloodline, a great path that transcends life force."

The name "Blue Silver Emperor" is no longer appropriate for this Blue Silver Grass. As it has evolved to its current state, it naturally needs a new name.

"Um"

"Let's just call him Lord of All Living Beings. I'm too lazy to come up with a name."

Han Tao let out a sigh of relief.

A hidden connection slowly emerged between the Lord of Life and the Branch of Destiny, but this connection was not deep, and it was still difficult for Han Tao to directly seize the Branch of Destiny.

"In that case, the next step is the evolution of the second martial soul, the Blue Silver Overlord!"

"It's my time, it's my time!"

The Blue Silver Clan responded joyfully.

Han Tao frowned. He had already foreseen the birth of planar consciousness in history 50 years ago, and he had also grasped the direction of the Blue Silver Overlord's continued evolution, moving towards the consciousness sequence of the "Blue Silver Realm". However, this step was somewhat risky.

"That's all."

"The Blue Silver Clan is the evolution I propelled into being, and I should believe that it will not betray me."

In the brief moment of battle between powerful figures ahead, amidst the changing winds and rain, Han Tao had few options.

On the ground, countless blue silver grasses suddenly arranged themselves in alternating crisscross patterns, like a dense computer array, concentrating endless meaning at the center of the eight-petaled ruler.

"The fusion of soul and body is divinity, rank, and whale glue!"

"The will of the Blue Silver Clan and the endless Blue Silver Grass on the Douluo Continent are bound together by the Blue Silver Overlord!"

The entire Blue Silver Overlord transformed into "whale glue," which bound consciousness and body together.

Han Tao rejected the eight-petal structure and replaced it with a new honeycomb structure, which became the new form of the "Blue Silver Overlord". The honey water nurtured inside the honeycomb is the "soul essence" that the tribe's will most desires.

"What an arrogant wind!"

Ning Rongrong looked nervously into the distance.

The battle between the ancient Netherworld and the Asura God King gradually intensified. It used the technique of time-space distortion to constantly dodge the Asura God King's killing sword.

"Han Tao, why did you inform the Ancient Netherworld of the possibility of time-space distortion in the first place?"

Ning Rongrong turned her head in confusion.

"I was being presumptuous."

"I shouldn't have told it that possibility."

Han Tao's sudden admission of his mistake surprised her.

Suddenly, he noticed Han Tao involuntarily scanning the surrounding deities and immediately understood everything.

The ancient netherworld is the enemy, the will of the plane is the enemy, even Zhu Zhuqing is the enemy, and all the gods in the sky are enemies of the future.
Han Tao's progress in sync with any of the opposing sides means widening the gap in combat power with the other enemies, which is a positive benefit.

"Now that I have mastered the Lord of Life, the Blue Silver Will, even the Branch of Destiny evolved from the Wind Whisper Grass cannot escape my grasp."

"Han Tao, I'll help you get it back!" the Blue Silver Clan's will whispered. "The plane's will doesn't have complete control over it, so we can get it back, but I'll need your help too."

"okay!"

Han Tao has aroused the Lord of Living Beings.

The will of the plane looked at its hand in horror as the seven-colored luster of the Branch of Destiny was fading.

"This is impossible!"

“I have already used my will to project and possess this plant. How can you regain control of its sequence?”

Han Tao shook his head, looked at it, and exhaled.

"You are the master of the locust swarm, have you forgotten the concept of swarm consciousness, or have you never evolved to my level?"

The will of the plane looked at the beehive in Han Tao's hand. It could not see the rhythmic blue-silver will in the sky, but it could control the will of all living beings in the world.

The blue-silver will before them was like a piece forcibly torn from the complete will of the world.

"Got it!"

The Blue Silver Will said, "Do you need me to erase its consciousness projection?"

"need!"

Han Tao nodded, and then it activated its energy to erase the projection of the plane's consciousness once again.

The dimensional consciousness paused for a moment, sensing that the projection on the branch of destiny had dissipated. Although its soul felt no pain, because "consciousness projection" was a technique superior to soul splitting and did not have as many flaws as soul splitting.

I don't believe it.

Its body trembled, and its tone became weak, "I have wasted so much time, I have schemed for a thousand years, and I have finally gained the favor of the Branch of Fortune. How can I lose it? Why should I lose it?"

No, you've already lost it!

"The process is not important, but its outcome is inevitable; it will one day return to its tribe."

Above the domain, the realm is born.

The Blue Silver Will, the Lord of Life, and the Branch of Fortune bloomed one after another between Han Tao's fingers. Their combined power wove and converged, guiding the Blue Silver Realm to advance to a higher level.

From the Blue Silver Realm to the Divine Realm, and from the Divine Realm to the [Boundary].

At this point, it's equivalent to creating a new spacetime within the Douluo Star plane, with a complete world order and evolutionary laws.

"It's time for you to pay the price!"

Han Tao's figure suddenly darted forward, grabbing the neck of the plane's will.

"Dimensional will, unlike before, I can now harm you. How will you pray for your death?"

The consciousness of the plane panicked and panicked, "No, Han Tao, you can't kill me, I am the will of the Douluo plane."

"If I were to perish here, the order of life on the Douluo Continent would be overturned, and it would be a catastrophe for all living beings!!"

The phantom's face was visibly pale, but Han Tao smiled indifferently, "What does the suffering of the people have to do with me?"

Turning his head, he looked at Bibi Dong in the distance, and then at the core of life in the distance.

"The life core can organize the order of soul beasts, while the Spirit Hall can stabilize the order of humans."

"Even if you perish here, it won't cause any ripples on the Douluo Continent. You should face your death!"

Han Tao suddenly shifted his position.

A seven-colored aura is weaving across Han Tao's body, and the blade of time extends from his finger bones.

"Ahem!" The God of Destruction coughed twice.

"Han Tao, I don't intend to stop you. Since you plan to kill it, you still need to find a replacement to inherit its position."

"My legacy resides in the Douluo Continent. I cannot bear to witness the destruction of the world's order. You understand what I mean?"

Han Tao steadied himself, and the thoughts woven from the blue silver will reached Ning Fengzhi's ears.

"Master, do you have any ideas about the will of this plane?"

Ning Fengzhi remained silent.

He was millions of meters away from Han Tao, and he couldn't see Han Tao's figure, but he knew it was his apprentice's voice. After a long while, he sighed deeply.

"no!"

"Han Tao, go find someone else!"

Sword Douluo also shook his head, "I don't want to be this either."

Han Tao's expression turned cold, and he gripped the will of the plane's neck once more, turning his head away.
"Did you change their minds?"

The dimensional consciousness repeatedly explained, "No, I didn't, I really didn't!"

Han Tao didn't believe it. He glanced at the God of Destruction and, seeing that the God of Destruction didn't stop him, his sword flashed.

"The edge of time is an unyielding sharpness that you cannot resist."

It pierced its body, and the phantom vanished in the sky.

The life of these creatures, which have lived for 50 years, has come to an end.

"Master, do you really not want to become the ruler of this plane?"

"Yes!"

Ning Fengzhi immediately replied, "Han Tao, managing a sect is already tiring enough. You want me to manage the will of Douluo Continent? I'm afraid I'm powerless to do so."

Sword Douluo scratched his head and gave a silly smile.

"Han Tao, don't even think about it. My father doesn't want to worry about such trivial matters."

Ning Rongrong smiled dreamily, slowly extending her finger to point to the location of the Spirit Hall. "I know there's a peerless Douluo over there who can fulfill your request."

"Hmm, Sendou Ryu is a good choice."

Han Tao smiled knowingly, for he had received an affirmative answer.

"Asura God King, you can't kill me!"

"So what if your divine power can shatter space and time? Can you destroy the entire Douluo Continent? The backlash of the power of a world will cause even a God-King to perish here."

The ancient netherworld sneered arrogantly, "Han Tao told me about the technique of spacetime distortion. Physical attacks cannot defeat the void, and your divine power cannot hit my body either."

The Asura God King glanced at Han Tao with a heart full of hatred.

Han Tao gave an awkward laugh, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"However, with the strength of your God King, taking him down shouldn't be a problem."

"Hmph!" The Asura God King coldly raised his eyes. "Han Tao, don't do anything pointless. I'm not Tang Chen. My divine power is far greater than you imagine!"

"Evil God King, you go!"

The Asura God King gave a command and then stepped back, leaving the Evil God King to fight the Ancient Netherworld.

"I won't go!" the evil god retorted. "I am not a god born from Douluo Continent. Even if it can travel through time and space, it cannot threaten my past. I am unwilling to fight it; it will not do me any good."

"Destruction is now in your hands!"

Evil and good exchanged a knowing smile, then handed the task over to the God of Destruction.

"Uh"

"Alright, I'll do it!"

The God of Destruction raised his scepter, unleashing a torrent of power containing the destruction of space and time, piercing through all the evasive spaces of the ancient netherworld.

The Asura God King slowly descended, arriving beside Han Tao, his eyes flashing with icy killing intent.

"Han Tao, don't try anything funny!"

"You were the one who destroyed my consciousness projection back then, and I haven't settled that score with you yet. Now, summon your Netherworld Martial Soul and let me destroy it. Perhaps then I might spare your life!"

Han Tao's eyes were deep and mysterious, then he suddenly smiled.

"I told the Ancient Netherworld about the time-space distortion, so what makes you think you can harm my Martial Soul?"

The Asura God King sneered. His red armor resembled a river of blood blooming from thorns, and the blade, brimming with killing intent, represented the control of the killing order.

"I can't kill the Ancient Netherworld, and I can't destroy your Martial Soul, but so what? Can't I kill you?"

"Your body is your biggest weakness!"

Jin Hui and the gray-colored "Netherworld" appeared beside Han Tao once again.

"The constant 'Ten Transformations of the Netherworld' system is the result of ancient Netherworld development, although I do not have enough Netherworld essence to fully obtain its power."

"But I can find a lower-level alternative; a soul beast imbued with the power of the netherworld will become an inscription of my power!"

The Eyes of Time overlook the many living beings of the Douluo Continent.

Creatures imbued with the power of the netherworld are perishing under the command of the Lord of Creatures. Their power is being drawn by Han Tao and transformed into the primordial soul ring of the "Netherworld".

"A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring?"

The ancient ghost looked at Han Tao with a mocking expression.

It intended to observe closely how Han Tao, this weak human, would resist the Asura God King's killing intent.

"A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring, I'll make do with that for now!"

The Netherworld Martial Soul undergoes a step-by-step transformation as soul rings are gradually inscribed and their power is activated.

The "Ten Transformations of the Netherworld" system refutes the existence of the Four Transformations of the White Tiger. It requires abandoning the blessing of the "True Spirit Body", or in other words, each spirit ring of the ancient Netherworld is an alternative True Spirit Body.

9999, 14999, 19999
"A ten-thousand-year soul ring is only half the size of a one-hundred-thousand-year soul ring."

Ultimately, Han Tao's Netherworld reached a strength value of 49999, and even the Asura God King managed to seize a tiny bit of the power of discourse.

"Hilarious, absurd!"

"Han Tao, you're making me laugh. Do you really think that a martial spirit of this level can stand up to a God King?"

Upon seeing the Netherworld ahead, the Asura God King glanced at it disdainfully, raised his head, and sneered.

(End of this chapter)