Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 646 Beyond Light and Shadow
Eliminate all subcutaneous and visceral fat layers, and then use spatial power to gather all kinds of origins.

"Uh"

"Energy-carrying structure."

Han Tao remained silent.

Only when it was born could Han Tao understand its significance.

"It's very important; it's an indispensable part of the entire visceral system!"

because
Using the "skin" to inscribe time and space requires the origin of time; shrinking fat requires the power of space; activating the furnace of destruction also requires a special origin; even the energy drawn by the bloodline requires the "heart" as a carrier. Originally, these energies formed a huge burden in different structures and in the dark layer.

Why didn't I notice this before?

Han Tao pondered, "Because my evolved body structure is too strong, I can easily bear these burdens, even if they are huge."

"The emergence of energy-carrying structures signifies the optimization of the overall structure."

"This means that the heart, furnace, skin, and lungs no longer need to bear special energy; they can draw directly from 'energy reserves,' which is why I can call it the optimization of the overall structure."

It may seem unimportant, but it is actually very important.

Its effect cannot be expressed numerically, just like software optimization or algorithm optimization, which cannot be seen from its appearance.

"Now, all five internal organs are complete!"

Energy-carrying sequence (fat)
Fluid interaction in internal organs (heart)

Gas-like substances interact with the internal organs (lungs).
The creation of physical consciousness (the mind of good and evil)

Digestion, absorption, and construction (destruction furnace)
"This kind of evolution."

Han Tao seemed to pause, "This kind of evolution... it's no longer like a human being."

Looking back at the Martial Soul Empire, Han Tao returned once again to Holy Soul Village, the place where he had just transmigrated.

Han Tao's eyes were somewhat melancholy. Although he possessed unparalleled strength and his fame resounded throughout the entire Douluo Continent, he was lonely. Han Tao found it difficult to find any sense of belonging among other humans.

"Han Tao?"

A middle-aged man walked out of Holy Soul Village.

"Teacher Li Gang!"

Han Tao gave a soft greeting.

When Teacher Li Gang saw Han Tao, he exclaimed in surprise.

But suddenly he stopped in his tracks. Han Tao's identity was different from before. Han Tao was now a god on the Douluo Continent. He was so powerful that it made people hesitant to approach him.

"Perhaps a hundred years from now, I will have turned into a pile of dust, but Han Tao's face will remain unchanged."

Han Tao smiled amiably, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you, teacher. You helped me hunt down my first spirit ring. If it weren't for that firefly, I wouldn't be who I am today."

"A million fluorescent grasses are very important to me; they are the beginning of everything."

Li Gang's eyes flickered slightly, even with disbelief. Why did Han Tao not forget his weakest moment, even after becoming a god?
This is different from that certain Great Soul Master, completely different!
"I will always remember this kindness!"

"If you need any help, teacher, please let me know."

Han Tao paused for a moment, now that he possessed unprecedented strength, he was no longer afraid of certain people using them to blackmail him.

"Things are different now. I can finally help them."

"I used to be afraid to help those who had been kind to me because I had too many enemies, and they were too strong."

Li Gang fell silent.

After a long while, he suddenly laughed, "Han Tao, thank you for your kindness, but I think it's no longer necessary."

"After the Spirit Empire took over the entire Tiandou territory, it placed more emphasis on the training of healing spirit masters. Now, even ordinary people can get treatment if they are injured and spend some money."

"Moreover, many Soul Masters who have awakened Blue Silver Grass are following the path you once took, and their first Soul Ring is Fluorescent Grass."

Old Jack, the village chief, slowly walked out.

He was accompanied by two children. The young boy's soul power was already at level 13, and his first soul ring was a fluorescent grass.

"Not bad"

Han Tao smiled with some relief, walked over, and patted the boy's head.

"You're Han Tao?"

The boy's eyes widened.

He tried to break free from Han Tao's grasp, but couldn't. So he glared at Han Tao and asked, "Is your martial soul also Blue Silver Grass?"

"Yes!"

"I do not believe!"

The boy turned his head away, looking arrogant and naive. "It's no use if you don't believe me!" Han Tao still smiled. "You can ask Su Yuntao. He's the one who helped me awaken my martial soul."

As they talked, Han Tao seemed to recognize the boy.

This boy seemed to be the little guy who had cut in line when Han Tao was looking for Su Yuntao to awaken his "Ghost" martial soul. "So that's how it is. No wonder he questioned my martial soul."

"rest assured!"

Han Tao squatted down and patted his shoulder again.

"My Ghost Martial Soul awakened after experiencing death. When I was 6 years old, just like you, I awakened an ordinary Blue Silver Grass."

"However, I understood the essence of martial spirits, I consulted all kinds of spirit beasts and gods, I found the evolutionary laws unique to Blue Silver Grass, and I also embarked on the path to godhood."

The boy gently raised his head, "Uncle Han Tao, I will surpass you! I too will one day become a god!"

"Um"

Han Tao smiled, "I look forward to that day. If you break through to godhood, I will give you a gift."

"However, I still don't know your name?"

The boy said "Dawn" and then ran off happily.

Nottingham City, Fasno Province.

Beyond the city walls lie endless golden wheat fields, where ingredients and fruits grown in hundreds of villages are traded within this town-like city.

A gentle breeze caressed Han Tao's face. Passing through the bustling vendors outside the city, the constant shouts in his ears gave Han Tao a sense of belonging that belonged only to "human beings."

"stop!"

The guards stopped Han Tao once again.

I glanced at Han Tao's clothes; the cloak, which seemed to contain the rhythm of stars, was exceptionally precious and beautiful.

"Soul Master, please pay the city entrance fee of 10 copper soul coins!"

Han Tao suddenly raised his voice, "Do you know that I am a Soul Master? You don't even know my Soul Power level, so why do you dare to ask me to pay the entrance fee?"

"It doesn't matter who comes!"

The guard spoke with unwavering conviction.

Han Tao stared at him for a few moments, then took out a silver soul coin and tossed it over.

A nobleman standing nearby glanced at Han Tao, his expression revealing a condescending air, as if paying the city entrance fee allowed him to find a rare sense of superiority.

"Let's see."

“These lowly people have to pay an entrance fee, but I don’t. I am a nobleman of the empire!”

The young master strode forward with his head held high, but unsurprisingly, his movements were stopped by the guards.

"stop!"

The noble young master was angry.

The guards' obstruction caused him to lose face in front of his men, and he shouted angrily in embarrassment.

"How dare you stop me! Do you know who I am?"

“My father is Salas, the renowned Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall. Do you know what the price will be for offending me?”

He spoke with an arrogant air.

Upon hearing the name "Salas," the guard's face turned deathly pale, and he quickly sheathed his weapon and apologized.

"apologize?"

The nobleman looked at him disdainfully, "Why don't you kneel down and apologize, let me see your sincerity, and perhaps I'll take pity on you and let you go?"

The guard suddenly froze. If he were alone, he might fight to the death for his dignity, but everyone has a few weaknesses in life.

Han Tao just watched him quietly, watching him kneel before the nobleman, and watching the nobleman burst into wild laughter, "Hahahahahaha."

"How ridiculous!"

"The way you're kneeling on the ground makes me laugh!"

The man grabbed the guard by the neck.

The guards' armor gleamed in the sunlight, the insignia of the Martial Soul Empire on it particularly glaring.

“I have no compassion in my heart.”

With a sudden burst of strength, he crushed the guard's neck.

The nobleman's voice was calm and indifferent, as if the death of a life was nothing more than a common occurrence in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)