Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 619 When Hearts Meet
"God-King level quality?"

"A furnace evolved from Blue Silver Grass, a furnace of God-King quality."

The collective consciousness looked at the blue-silver flower. The flames that burned everything had undergone countless iterations and sublimations of destruction, and the "order of destruction" woven in the strongest form was contained within a small furnace.

The order that splits everything is interwoven within the furnace. Energy and properties will be built according to Han Tao's will. The so-called ultimate fire, or even the essential fire of a second-level god, will also be refined by this furnace.

"Absolute strength, unparalleled beauty!"

The God of Destruction stroked his creation, like a child caught up in a frenzy, unable to part with an expensive toy in his hands.

"What?" Han Tao chuckled coldly, "Now that the evolution is complete, why are you unwilling to return it to me?"

"No no no!"

Unexpectedly, the God of Destruction rejected Han Tao and firmly grasped the Destruction Furnace.

"In the Douluo Continent, among the myriad plants, martial spirits, living beings, matter, and machines, nothing can bear the weight of destroying order."

"The Haotian Hammer won't work, the Shura Sword won't work, and even the branches from the Tree of Life can only serve as the underlying support for destroying order. The one that truly bears this power is a gem from beyond the world."

When the Scepter of Destruction was removed, the gem at its tip was dull and lifeless, its shape and color completely obscured.

"Han Tao, you need to understand that the power of destruction and the destruction of order are not the same thing. Although your Blue Silver Grass is already the strongest in the Douluo World, even far surpassing all martial souls, it still cannot bear the destruction of order."

The God of Destruction repeated himself, "Absolute strength, unique beauty."

"It's just a pity that its birth and fall were only a fleeting moment, like a brilliant firework flashing across the long river of time."

The destroyed furnace, gone in an instant.

Its form perished, and its vitality vanished with it.

"Give it back to me!"

Han Tao emphasized his words.

"Fine," Destruction sighed. "I've already told you, if any problems arise later, don't blame me for being irresponsible."

Blue Silver – the Destruction Furnace, returned to Han Tao's hands in a partially destroyed state.

"Humph!"

Han Tao suddenly smiled, "Destruction, you don't understand."

"The Blue Silver Forge can withstand an excessive amount of destructive order, but this is achieved at the cost of its own life force. As a duty of its race, it does not need to consider whether its own life force will perish."

"What do you mean?"

The God of Destruction frowned.

"Because the life force is provided by other Blue Silver Grasses in the Blue Silver Clan. The consumption of life force by an individual is nothing to the entire clan."

"In the Blue Silver Realm, countless Blue Silver Grasses are being born and dying. Countless lives, bloodlines, and energies are intertwined and interacting, sacrificing some of the power I control in exchange for strength I have never been able to control. It's a worthwhile deal."

Han Tao's fingers brushed across the surface, and the Blue Silver - Destruction Furnace was restored to its original state. He held it firmly in his hand, and the tangible and intangible elements passed through his skin, fusing into his new "stomach".

The Heart of Life, representing "vitality," and the Furnace of Destruction, which consumes "vitality," complement each other perfectly.

I don't understand what you're saying.

As if lost in thought, Destruction pointed to the sky and smiled.

The deal between the God of Destruction and Han Tao certainly couldn't be kept secret from the many God-Kings in Heaven. "If they can't understand what Han Tao is saying, they won't know if Han Tao has become stronger, and the other gods won't be able to hold them accountable."

The brief "furnace of destruction" was a gift he gave to Han Tao; whether Han Tao could receive it or not was none of his concern.

"Han Tao, you obtained the Destruction Furnace of God-King quality. Does that mean you can break the shackles of divine power levels?" Immortal Grass asked weakly. "In that case, you can gather divinity with the power of faith and break through to level 150?"

Its sound was very soft, like ripples on water, inconspicuous under the entire sky.

"It's not that simple."

Han Tao simply shook his head. "The quality of a martial soul is a shackle on one's level, but it is only a shackle."

"The dilemma I'm facing now is..."

"The power of faith is insufficient. Even with four soul spirits, countless blue silver grasses, and the blessing of the clan consciousness, the power of faith generated is unprecedentedly vast. However, the needs of a god's breakthrough are even more like an abyss. The amount of power of faith is insufficient, far from sufficient."

"At the same time, the level of divine power is matched with the strength of the Blue Silver Realm. Currently, the strength of the Heart of Life, Blue Silver Consciousness, and Branch of Luck is only 1.3. Even if I force a breakthrough, it will only disrupt the balance of strength. This is not a positive benefit, but a negative benefit."

Upon hearing Han Tao's reply, the race consciousness on the Blue Silver Overlord sighed.

His tone became more drawn out, as if brewing some kind of "melancholy" emotion, "The branch of destiny has found its way to the future."

"I have some clues about the evolution of the Lord of Life, but I am completely clueless about my own evolution."

The next level up from the branch of fortune are "destiny" and "judgment".

The characteristics progress in stages, the form needs to be carefully examined, and the path is clear and distinct.

Han Tao asked with a hint of curiosity, "Lord of Living Beings, have you found any corresponding direction?"

The ethereal "Heart of Good and Evil" has a strength of 1.5, while the physical "Heart of Life" and "Lord of Living Beings" have a strength of only 1.3.

"I've been thinking about it."

"The Lord of Living Beings is the controller of the planes below. We cannot simply bind it with labels such as life and bloodline. Perhaps it should give birth to its own will."

Han Tao was stunned. "To give birth to one's own will?"

"Yes!"

The sense of community added, "If the convergence of physical instincts within the human body can give rise to the 'mind,' and even guide human thought in reverse, then why can't other life forms do the same?"

"Birds in the sky, whales in the ocean, or humans, cattle, horses, and bees. These countless lives all have their own bodies, and within their bodies, they can all generate their own 'spiritual power'."

"When all the physical instincts of these lives and bodies come together..."

"A unique entity belonging to the sequence of life, evolving through bloodlines—the Lord of the Mind—will also be born."

Han Tao's fingers trembled slightly, revealing his barely suppressed emotions.

The "mind" of a single individual can give rise to a 1.5-strength sense of good and evil. If an entity were to control an infinite number of minds in the world, its power would be unimaginable.
Even with his "Divine Origin Realm" spiritual power, he could not arrogantly believe that he could control it.

"Han Tao, I know what you're worried about."

"Even if it becomes powerful after it is born, it is still just a sequence of Blue Silver Grass."

"The Branch of Destiny, the Blue Silver Overlord can restrain its power, especially the fate and judgment that the Branch of Destiny will take to the next level."

Han Tao remained silent for a long time, then let out a sigh.

He stroked his face, but couldn't touch his beard. In a low voice, he thought, "Could it be that my mindset has aged, causing me to lose the courage of my youth?"

"Perhaps this cannot be called decisiveness, but rather recklessness, which contradicts my cautiousness."

The Lord of All Living Beings and the Branch of Destiny slowly bloomed in Han Tao's palm, ushering in their sequential evolution.

(End of this chapter)