Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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Douluo Star, at the summit of the Spirit Pagoda.

The seven-colored divine light from the central hub of the divine realm did not directly guide Huo Yuhao to ascend to heaven and transform into a star, as mortals had imagined, and disappear into the sky.

On the contrary, it is more like a key, a key that unlocks the door to a higher dimension.

Under the beam of light, Huo Yuhao saw the essence of this world clearly for the first time.

Those spatial barriers that were once indestructible in his eyes have now become countless intricately interwoven lines; those elements flowing between heaven and earth are no longer simple energy, but rather a manifestation of some kind of will.

"Is this... the law?"

Huo Yuhao reached out, trying to touch the lines, but found that his fingers passed right through them.

"Don't be silly, Yuhao."

The voice of Tianmeng Bingcan echoed in his mind, tinged with seriousness, "This is not a pie for you to eat, but a wordless book. Although Bibi Dong gave you a chance, she also gave you a difficult problem."

"In the current realm of gods, there are no ready-made divine positions for you to sit on. If you want to go up, you have to make your own chair."

"Moreover, this chair must be sturdy enough to withstand the weight of the laws."

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged in the pillar of light, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipating, replaced by an unprecedented focus.

"Creating one's own divine position..."

"Several hundred years?"

He murmured to himself, a relieved smile playing on his lips. "It's fine. Compared to dealing with those trivial official documents down here, this problem... though difficult, is at least much more interesting."

"Brother Tianmeng, let's begin."

"Whether it's emotions, spiritual eyes, or that faint trace of fate... I will crush them and recast them into my own Dao."

As Huo Yuhao closed his eyes, the entire top floor of the Spirit Pagoda was covered by a mysterious domain.

He entered a deep dead end.

To the outside world, the legendary "Spirit Ice Douluo" may have either disappeared or ascended to heaven.

But for Huo Yuhao himself, a tedious cultivation journey that would last for a hundred years had only just begun.

……

Just as Huo Yuhao closed his six senses and began his arduous journey through the vast ocean of laws.

Tang Clan, an underground secret workshop.

The place remains much the same as it was sixty years ago, except that the defensive arrays are now more sophisticated, and the soul tool parts placed around it are more technologically advanced.

At the foot of a massive, meticulously modified and maintained "Dark Blood Demon" mech, a woman who looked to be only about thirty years old was holding a wrench and intently adjusting a hydraulic transmission device on the mech's leg.

Tangya.

Time seemed to have left few traces on her face; her cultivation as a level 99 Limit Douluo allowed her to maintain her youthful appearance. However, her eyes held a quiet composure, a serenity born from experiencing life and death and seeing through the vanity of worldly affairs.

"Click."

As the last screw was tightened, Tang Ya wiped the oil stains from her forehead and patted the cold armor of the mecha with satisfaction.

“Old friend, although the outside world is now dominated by civilian soul tools, in my heart, you are still the most perfect work of art.”

Tang Ya murmured to herself, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

Huo Yuhao has gone into seclusion.

There is no one left in the entire Tang Sect, or even the entire Douluo Federation, who truly understands these "big toys" of hers.

The height is not cold.

In this mortal realm, her soul guidance skills had reached their pinnacle, with no possibility of further advancement. That kind of loneliness, of seeking unparalleled mastery, was sometimes more terrifying than death.

"Since you like it so much, why not try taking it to a higher place?"

A familiar and calm voice suddenly rang out in the empty workshop.

The wrench in Tang Ya's hand clattered to the ground.

She whirled around and saw the black-clad man who had bestowed upon her the Deep Sea Crystal sixty years ago and revealed the secrets of the Buddha's Wrath Lotus with a single finger, sitting leisurely on the mecha's shoulder, as if he had always been there. "Heavens?"

Tang Ya exclaimed in surprise and instinctively tried to bow, but was held up by a gentle force.

"No need to be polite."

Xuanming flashed and appeared in front of Tang Ya.

Sixty years have passed, and many people have changed. Some have become obsessed with power, while others have become addicted to pleasure.

She alone remains in this dimly lit basement, guarding her mecha and that initial passion.

"Sect Leader Tang, it's been a long time."

Xuanming smiled and said, "I noticed you were staring blankly at this pile of iron lumps just now, as if you were... still not quite satisfied?"

Tang Ya gave a wry smile and lowered her eyes: "You're joking. It's just... in this world, no matter how I improve it, limited by the laws of materials and energy levels, the performance of this mecha has reached its limit. Just like my own cultivation level, level ninety-nine... that's the ceiling for mortals."

"ceiling?"

Xuanming looked up at the not-so-high dome and said casually, "If you don't like the ceiling, then tear it down."

"I've come here to ask you only one question."

Xuanming looked into Tang Ya's eyes and asked earnestly:
"Tang Ya, are you willing to become a god?"

"Become...a god?"

Tang Ya was stunned; her heart almost stopped for a moment.

This is the ultimate goal that countless Soul Masters dream of? It's the illusion that countless people spend their entire lives chasing?

but……

"Me?" Tang Ya pointed at herself, her eyes filled with disbelief, which quickly dimmed. "I know my own limitations. Although I was lucky enough to reach the Limit Douluo level, it was only because of the various rare and precious materials that Yu Hao brought back. Compared to a genius like Yu Hao, I... I don't have that talent."

"I know nothing about the laws, and my understanding of the universe is even more of a mess."

"I'm just a blacksmith... who likes to make things."

Tang Ya shook her head with a self-deprecating smile. She knew very well that gods needed to comprehend the rules. But her mind was filled with blueprints, gears, and energy circuits.

"blacksmith?"

Xuanming laughed, "Coincidentally, what the God Realm needs most right now is blacksmiths."

"Tang Ya, you've got one thing wrong."

"The so-called gods are nothing more than a leap in the level of life, a life form that has mastered a higher level of energy utilization. Since it's about energy utilization, what's the essential difference between that and your research on soul tools?"

"You think you have no talent?"

Xuanming pointed to the Dark Blood Demon behind him, "To be able to design a vessel capable of carrying divine energy with a mortal body, and to be able to explore the prototype of a law weapon without any reference. In my opinion, your talent is far superior to those guys who just sit there meditating."

"Yuhao needs to figure it out for himself, because he is the chosen one, and he must walk his own path."

"But you are different."

Xuanming stretched out his hand, and a soft yet vast white light condensed in his palm.

"I don't need you to comprehend any nonsense about the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, nor do I need you to understand any origin of the universe."

"All I need is for you to continue doing what you love."

"If the materials of the mortal realm limit you, then I will give you the materials of the divine realm. If the energy of the mortal realm limits you, then I will give you divine power."

"I'm asking you, if you had the chance to forge mechs from meteorite iron, use the core of a star as an energy source, and even inscribe the laws of destruction onto the cannon barrels..."

Are you interested?

Tang Ya's breathing became rapid instantly.

Meteorite? Stellar core? Laws of destruction?

For someone obsessed with mechanical engineering, this was a thousand times more sweet than any love confession! (End of Chapter)