Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 642: Lord of the Netherworld
"Is this a new world?"

After seven months of wandering in deep space, the Blue Silver Realm has finally found its other side, a new world.

"Yes!" Han Tao nodded gently.

"This is the plane closest to Douluo Continent. Their cultivation system is related to beads. My Blood Core and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's natal bead are both closely related to their world's cultivation system."

"There's no time to lose!"

“I’m not interested in their history, I’m only interested in their cultivation system. After collecting the Shadows of the Era and the Symbols of Civilization, we’ll head to the next world.”

Han Tao waved his hand, and the Eye of Time once again bloomed in the sky above the Heavenly Pearl Dimension, like a god looking down on the earth.

"This is."

Among the five holy lands, several powerful figures looked up at the sky, and at those eyes that held the weight of time.

"What an incredibly powerful weapon!"

A young man, feeling a bit greedy, instructed the old man beside him, "Go and take that eye out for me. It'll be a decent birthday gift for his grandfather."

“Yes, young master!” the old man replied.

Then, crimson light spread across his body, propelling him into the sky, pointing directly at the Eye of Time.

"You dare!"

Han Tao shouted angrily.

A vast surge of soul power erupted forth, violently striking the cloud of blood mist ahead.

The two world systems clashed violently. Although the rules of this world were not friendly to martial spirits, Han Tao's strength was beyond their imagination.

——Bang!

The elderly man collapsed with serious injuries.

"Huh, he's not dead?" Han Tao was surprised.

The old man stood up shakily, turned his head, and gave orders to the many disciples of the Crimson Prison.

"This is his weapon. Whoever kills him will receive 20 Blood Pills!"

"20 Blood Pills?"

The disciples' faces showed greed. They may have known how terrifying the man in front of them was, but their actions were guided by the old man's technique, and they had lost their superego judgment, leaving only their own frenzied consciousness.

"act recklessly!"

Han Tao has no compassion in his heart.

The foot took half a step in the sky, and ripples immediately appeared in the sky.

The mountain collapsed, the sea splashed thousands of feet high, and endless dust rose in all directions. Below the valley, the bodies of hundreds of disciples exploded and turned into blood mist.

"What."

The old man's expression was grim. "Young master, run! It seems we've offended a powerful enemy."

The young man showed no fear, and even slowly stood in front of Han Tao, his face full of arrogance: "Who are you?"

"If you're willing to hand over the eyes above and then kneel down and kowtow to me three times, I might let you go?"

"This is your choice!"

Han Tao glanced at him disdainfully, then called out to the Lord of All Living Beings.

The man's body moved out of control, his neck close to Han Tao's fingers, and then his fingers were firmly gripped.

"This powerful human being."

The old man knelt before Han Tao, pleading, "You can't kill him! You can't kill him! He's the son of the Blood Moon War Emperor! If you kill him, you won't escape death either!"

Are you threatening me?

Han Tao questioned, "I have never been coerced in any way. You will pay the price for your choices!"

With a sudden burst of force, the young man's body exploded, turning into a bloody mist that merged with the disciples below.

The order that destroyed the furnace shattered his body and obliterated his soul to ensure absolute certainty.

"No, damn it!"

"The Blood Moon War Emperor won't let you get away with this. I failed to protect the young master, uh..."

The old man's body slowly melted away.

A ghostly figure appeared on the corpse. Han Tao looked at it and stroked his chin.

"It's somewhat like a projection of a god's consciousness; it's quite a clever method."

The man, clad in bright red armor and with a rough appearance, spoke with barely concealed anger, "You killed my son?"

"Who are you? Why did you kill my son?"

He suppressed his anger; he wasn't some brainless idiot who had grown to where he was today.

He was unsure of Han Tao's abilities, nor was he certain of Han Tao's identity.
However, Han Tao killed his own son under the old man's protection, and he had the audacity to do so, which suggests he wasn't afraid of his own family.
"He may very well possess the power to threaten me."

Blood Moon War Emperor pondered silently. He didn't intend to make a move until he confirmed Han Tao's strength and identity. Whether others called him a coward or not, nothing was more important than his own life; he trusted his judgment.

Han Tao waved his hand, "That's not important!"

"If you have the guts, come find me!"

The destruction furnace was activated, immediately erasing his "consciousness projection," and then ignored him.

The eyes of time sweep across the sky and the earth.

They found the civilization emblems originating from the "Demon Race," they found the civilization emblems originating from the "Orcs," and they also commemorated a shadow of an era.

"Six images of an era, six symbols of civilization."

The Evil Eye Tyrant narrated calmly, "There, it seems, exists in a familiar space."

"is it?"

Han Tao also looked over.

The Netherworld reminded Han Tao of the ancient Netherworld, a terrifying creature from 50 years ago.

"The Netherworld... it seems there's some kind of being inside there too?"

Divine power attached itself to Han Tao's body, causing his body to pierce through the air with a loud bang, reaching into the Netherworld.

"who is it?"

"Who has entered my territory!"

Within the Netherworld, a being born from negative emotions such as malice, darkness, and resentment, also an energy-evolved life form, once again appeared before Han Tao.

"Um"

Han Tao looked at it, his gaze sweeping over its 9999 strength body, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Who are you?" the Lord of the Underworld questioned Han Tao.

"Who I am is unimportant!" Han Tao said with a slight smile. "In this battle against Youming, I will have the absolute upper hand!"

Han Tao once fought against the ancient Netherworld. As the ancient Netherworld grew stronger, Han Tao also improved. When Han Tao encountered this kind of primal Netherworld again, the outcome was already predictable.

The third martial soul, "Netherworld," with an energy intensity of 99999, defeated the Netherworld and charged towards the Lord of the Netherworld with an absolute advantage.

"What."

The Lord of the Underworld is trembling.

The Netherworld ahead is of the same sequence as it, but why is its strength so outrageous, far exceeding the limits?

"no, do not want!"

"I am the Lord of the Underworld, the ruler of my race, you cannot harm me!"

Han Tao smiled dismissively, "Youming is my martial spirit. It obeys my commands, but not the will of the ruler!"

"Martial soul?"

The Lord of the Underworld was stunned.

This is a completely unfamiliar term; it's a term I've never heard before since I started learning it.

Han Tao asked again, "The ruler of the Netherworld?"

"As the ruler of the Netherworld, wouldn't you possess an even stronger will? Perhaps you also have the bloodline of an emperor evolving within you."

He seemed thoughtful, his words carrying a hint of approval and anticipation for the wonderful things to come.

"With the core of fresh blood and the Bodhi blood beneath it, the strength of the Netherworld bloodline is only 120."

Perhaps I can find the answer in you!

Its eyes were fixed on Han Tao, and malice was brewing in its heart.

On his face, he feigned a humility unique to humans, shamelessly kneeling down to beg for forgiveness.

"Wait, human!"

"Don't kill me! You can't kill me!"

"Our martial spirits are of the same kind. We can cooperate. We have the prerequisites for cooperation. We don't need to be enemies at all!"

Han Tao just smiled casually.

“I don’t care about your malice, because your malice is clearly visible in the illusion.”

"You do not have the strength to threaten me, because this world does not possess the wondrous brilliance of the Soul Ring system."

"So now, please."

The blue-silver scepter swayed gently.

The destructive order and primal power that had been painstakingly gathered on the body of the Lord of the Underworld were dissolving under the scepter.

"Give up the Netherworld Space, and also the rank of Lord of the Netherworld. My Martial Soul will inherit your path and move forward."

(End of this chapter)