Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 363 Peerless Tang San, Soul Forging

In the realm of the gods, deep within a majestic temple shrouded in mist and clouds.

Tang San sat upright before the central hub of the God Realm, his deep, star-like eyes gazing at the projection of Douluo Continent below.

The light representing the chosen one of destiny fluctuated violently, like a candle flickering in the wind, and an indescribable aura of gloom and incompleteness spread out.

"Ok?"

Tang San frowned slightly, his divine sense, as fine as silk, instantly pierced through the boundary and precisely connected with the divided spirit residing deep within Wang Dong's soul.

Through his daughter's perspective, the image of Huo Yuhao, pale and desperate, with his lower body wrapped in bandages, clearly came into his "eyes."

"Ah... so it was damaged here?"

Tang San's divine sense emitted a barely perceptible chuckle within Wang Dong's body, carrying a hint of understanding and... a strange sense of relief. "That's much easier."

In the carefully crafted script of destiny he had laid out for his daughter, Huo Yuhao, the "son-in-law," was a pawn that needed to be repeatedly polished, refined, and tested until he completely met his expectations.

In Tang San's view, this "accident" is not a bad thing at all; on the contrary, it has eliminated a potential "trouble" that even his "father-in-law" found somewhat troublesome.

"Before that, I'll save myself the trouble of suppressing his...inherent flaws." Tang San's divine sense whispered deep within Wang Dong's consciousness, carrying a sense of superior control.

"That's fine too. Without this 'interference,' Wu Tong's time with him will be purer. As for his recovery... once he ascends to the God Realm and reshapes his divine body, it can be completed. For now, let them develop on their own."

He withdrew his divine sense and stopped paying attention to the tragedy in the lower realm, as if it were just an insignificant interlude in a script.

As long as Huo Yuhao's "potential" and "luck" remain intact, this minor "imperfection" is insignificant on the God King's chessboard.

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Shrek Academy, Medical Room.

Huo Yuhao lay on the cold hospital bed. His external injuries had healed thanks to the efforts of the academy's top healing-type soul masters, leaving only smooth scars.

But the unfillable emptiness deep within his body gnawed at his soul day and night like the most vicious curse.

Every breath, every movement, reminded him of his deprived masculinity.

“Dai Huabin…the White Tiger Duke’s Mansion…” Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the ceiling, his teeth clenched so tightly they made a clicking sound.

Boundless hatred, like a poisonous vine, grew wildly and coiled within him, almost bursting through his chest.

This hatred was no longer just directed at Dai Huabin personally, but spread to the entire Dai family, and even to the man who abandoned his mother and was called his father—Dai Hao!
This deep-seated hatred and despair acted like the most powerful catalyst, violently churning the sea of ​​his mind.

The wisp of broken yet vast gray divine consciousness that slumbered within seemed to be disturbed by this extreme negative emotion, trembling slightly and emitting a faint yet incredibly pure aura of death and the undead.

Electrolux.

The remnant soul of this undead holy god from another world was greatly accelerated in its revival process under the immense spiritual impact of Huo Yuhao's overwhelming hatred and the castration of his life essence.

If Gula were here, he would surely marvel at the incredible "turning misfortune into fortune" aura of the chosen one, whose shameful loss of manhood became the key to awakening the cheat-like old man.

Huo Yuhao was completely unaware of this. He only felt that something cold was awakening deep in his soul, bringing a strange calm, but this calm was quickly overwhelmed by a deeper wave of hatred.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.

"Power... I need more power... to destroy them... to destroy everything..." he roared silently in his heart, like a wounded lone wolf.

Shrek City, deep underground in a secluded courtyard.

This place was hollowed out by Gula, who dug down to a depth of thirty meters to construct a huge and sophisticated underground laboratory.

Thick alloy walls isolated the inside from the outside, and a complex energy shielding array operated silently, turning this place into an absolute forbidden zone.

Inside the laboratory, the intense heat distorted the air. A massive forging table, crafted from a special high-temperature alloy, occupied the central position.

Gula was shirtless, revealing lean, well-defined muscles that seemed to contain the power of a volcano.

A month later, news of Huo Yuhao's ordeal spread throughout the outer courtyard. While people felt pity for him, they quickly forgot about his ordeal.

Taking advantage of Huo Yuhao's fluctuating fortune and despair, Gula observed and deduced the truth about his and Tang Wutong's future third martial souls. Both of them had relinquished parts of their divine consciousness to completely merge with Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao, becoming something akin to a martial soul.

However, this method only works on gods. Gula's mental power is far from divine consciousness. But he has multiple clones of Gula, and when the time comes, he can borrow their power to briefly reach god level and add a third martial soul to himself.

Then it's time to consider the goal of the third spirit. He no longer considers Pokémon, but prepares to rely on the characteristics of the spirit to obtain a divine artifact.

His original plan was to transform the four-word battle armor into a martial soul after forging it. Battle armor contains weapons, and it would be very powerful if it were transformed into a martial soul. However, since the battle armor itself is fused with himself, it would be a bit redundant to make it a martial soul.

Then he considered forging a sword or spear as his martial soul in the future. He used Yun Ming and Na'er as references for the spear, and combined it with the essence blood of Gu Yue and Tang Wulin. Gula then forged the Dragon God Spear.

But then he thought that the power of the pirated version could not compare to the original Dragon God, and it would be even less powerful than his Pokémon. So Groudon gave up on it.

Finally, he considered turning the mecha into a martial soul, because he had already collected countless rare metals for the Heavenly Forging God-level mecha he had prepared, and he was still worried that it wouldn't be enough.

If we want to upgrade the mechs and add new functions in the future, we might have to collect resources from an entire continent, or even travel to space to collect resources from other planets.

However, once a mecha becomes something akin to a divine artifact, it can be nurtured with soul power, saving countless resources in the short term. And Groudon, who has completely merged with Celebi, will have no shortage of time to wait, even if he doesn't become a god.

Moreover, he still has a god-level equipment he obtained from a previous lottery, the "Pulse Engine," which he hasn't used yet. It can be integrated into the mecha as its core, transforming together into his third martial soul.

If the attempt to transform the mecha into a third martial soul fails, purchase Super Latios and integrate it into your body as a hub for fusing with god-level equipment and the mecha; leave the rest to the system.

Having considered everything, he returned to the timeline of the Legend of the Dragon King and synchronized Mu Yi's forging realm to level eight, becoming a Saint Craftsman.

That's right. Although Mu Yi did not break through to the Soul Emperor level, with his body modified by the Gold of Life and his innate Golden Awakening and Ultimate Wood Body Martial Soul, once he learns Soul Forging, he will immediately skip the seventh level Saint Craftsman and become an eighth level Saint Craftsman, only one step away from Heaven Forging.

This step was also the most difficult, trapping countless blacksmiths. The most basic elemental lightning tribulation blocked anyone below the Title Douluo level.

However, Mu Yi is confident that he can condense a soul core before breaking through to Soul Emperor. Once he breaks through to Soul Saint, he will probably be able to try Heaven Forging.

Gula was very satisfied. He returned to the current timeline, rented a courtyard in Shrek City, dug out a basement, and prepared to forge all the metals he had collected into soul forgings.

The three-word battle armor that only titled Douluo can equip is almost available to him at the Soul Emperor stage. After all, whether it is physical fitness or mental strength, he is no less than a typical Super Douluo below the Limit Douluo level.

Even if that madwoman Ye Xishui and that simp Long Xiaoyao chased after him together, he wouldn't be afraid.

In his memory, he was wielding two Soul Forging Hammers, both of which were transformed into Soul Forging Hammers after a blood sacrifice. As Gula's strength increased, he forged more and more metals. In about three years, both of them would naturally transform into Heavenly Forging Hammers, at which time the forging efficiency would be greatly improved.

clang! clang! clang! clang!
The heavy, rhythmic hammering echoed like thunder in the underground space.

Each hammer blow landed with perfect precision on the massive silver-gray metal ingot on the forging table—the Meteorite Mithril.

Gula's eyes shone with pure golden light, a flame condensed to its extreme. His spiritual power, like an invisible giant net, tightly enveloped the metal ingot, sensing the finest particle structure, energy flow, and... the nascent yet yearning spirituality hidden deep within the origin of matter.

"Soul forging... endows metal with life and soul."

Gula snorted. Soul forging was not easy for him either. Even without rest, he could only forge two pieces at most in a day. If something interfered, he could only forge one piece.

The crimson flames on the blazing golden hammer suddenly surged, and the hammerhead seemed to transform into a miniature sun, carrying the great power to melt all things and create life, as it slammed down fiercely.

The Chongyue Hammer assists from one side, using the Vibration Technique to vibrate the metal and transmit primal vitality.

boom--! ! !
No longer a simple metallic clanging sound, but a crisp roar, the meteorite mithril instantly burst forth with a dazzling silver brilliance.

The entire piece of metal trembled violently, stretched, and contracted as if it had come to life. Countless fine, star-like golden patterns on the metal surface spontaneously lit up, greedily absorbing the immense soul power and spiritual imprint contained in the strike of the Gula Hammer.

A faint yet incredibly clear fluctuation of joy, dependence, and affection, like that of a newborn infant, emanated from this piece of meteorite mithril and was clearly linked to Gula's spiritual core.

"It's done!"

A look of surprise flashed in Gula's eyes. The fusion degree of this soul forging was very high, and it had already possessed a preliminary life spirit. If it weren't for its limited strength, it could have been used as material for heaven forging.

"It'll be soon... Once we've completed the soul forging of all the metals and finished crafting the three-word battle armor, it will be time to begin building the 'Future' mecha."

Gula gazed at the meteorite mithril radiating joyful spiritual energy on the forging table, his eyes burning with intense fervor.

From the moment I learned about mechs, I've been quietly preparing for years, and now the time to reap the rewards has finally arrived!
(End of this chapter)