Douluo: The Martial Soul Asura Armor, a Good Spirit Turning Evil

This time, the Soul-Devouring Blade didn't just tremble; instead, it seemed to be putting up a death throes as intense blue light suddenly burst forth from its body.

The blue light formed a ferocious face in the air.

It made a frantic roaring gesture, as if it wanted to devour the thin white light emitted by Electrolux.

Electrolux remained unmoved.

Despite its subtle purifying light, when it fell upon the Soul-Devouring Blade, it felt like boiling oil being poured into a snowdrift.

In an instant, half of the ferocious face in the blue light blurred.

Its originally ferocious appearance suddenly became blurred, surrounded by a strong blue light.

However, from within that azure light, wisps of black energy evaporated and disappeared under the purifying light.

With each wisp of blackness peeled away, a piercing shriek dissipated into the air.

In Duanmu Yan's spiritual world, his will trembled violently.

He saw those stripped-away remnants of regret.

There were spirit beasts and humans, densely packed together, like a tangled mass of shadows.

They struggled and dissolved in the golden light, eventually transforming into the purest life force, which was then reinfused into the blade.

This process lasted a long time.

As time went on, and Duanmu Yan's consciousness began to blur, the last trace of dark red finally fell off the blade.

The carving knife fell silent.

When the last wisp of black energy on the Soul-Devouring Blade quietly disappeared, the azure light emanating from its body also became as clear as water, without a trace of impurity.

The carving knife, originally dark in color, has transformed into something resembling a bluish-green crystal, its entire surface lustrous, like ancient jade nurtured for a thousand years. Pale golden patterns flow across the blade, quiet and understated.

"It's done."

Electrolux's voice sounded weary.

"Next, there's the second thing."

Before Duanmu Yan could react, that icy consciousness surged in again.

"You already possess a spiritual sea, but it has reached its limit in terms of containing my divine consciousness. If you wish to go further, you need a second spiritual sea."

Electrolux's voice grew softer and softer, as if he were speaking from a great distance.

"This blade, the guardian of life, will serve as your vessel to carve out the path for you. However, the process will be somewhat painful—"

"I held back."

The blade of the knife, lying flat on the table, gently pressed against Duanmu Yan's brow.

The next second, the world went silent.

Before Duanmu could react, the Soul-Devouring Carving Knife had already plunged down hard, the blade instantly disappearing into his skull.

The intense pain made Duanmu Yan want to scream and struggle, but he found that he could do nothing.

The pain felt like a red-hot knife, piercing straight into my brain from between my eyebrows.

Duanmu Yan's consciousness was not crushed; on the contrary, he was exceptionally clear-headed, so clear-headed that he could clearly perceive the details of every nerve being torn apart.

The sea of ​​the spirit is changing.

The once calm gray sea was torn apart by a brute force, the seawater surged back, and huge waves rose up.

Duanmu Yan saw his spiritual sea as a piece of cloth cleaved by a sharp blade, the cracks spreading from the center and expanding wildly to both sides.

The blade that guards all living beings hangs in the center of that crack.

The pale gold patterns on the blade lit up, flickering like breaths.

It is drawing something—no, it is setting something up.

Duanmu Yan could sense that the torn cracks were not destruction, but a reconstruction.

Just now.

A dark purple light rose from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The light was cold and sharp, with a metallic texture.

Shura Armor.

Duanmu Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

The martial spirit was rising from the deepest part of the sea of ​​spirit, and every pattern on the surface of the armor was clearly visible.

It did not remain on the sea surface, but flew straight towards the crack, towards the blade that guards life.

Duanmu Yan tried to stop him, but his body remained motionless.

The Asura Armor extended its arm and grasped the blade.

The Blade of Guardians of Life trembled violently.

The next instant, Duanmu Yan felt his power being drained away.

Soul power, blood and qi, and even the seawater of the spiritual sea are all converging on that blade.

A dark red light shone on the patterns of the Asura Armor, as if it were devouring the power in the blade, or as if it were merging with it.

Duanmu Yan's consciousness was fixed on this scene.

The Shura Armor was beyond his control?

He had no idea about this.

Or rather, there has never been a case where a martial spirit could act independently of its host's will.

But at this moment, the Asura Armor was indeed moving.

It is modifying that blade.

He would forge the gentle life force within the blade of guardianship of living beings into something sharper and more in line with Duanmu Yan's essence.

This process lasted for an unknown period of time.

When the last tremor subsided, Duanmu Yan saw that the sea of ​​his mind had changed.

It is no longer just a single gray-white sea surface.

The two ocean currents flowed side by side, one bright and one dark, like two intertwined yet distinct rivers.

The Blade of Guardianship hangs at the confluence of two ocean currents, its dark red patterns faintly visible against the pale gold.

The Asura Armor sank back into the depths, returning to silence.

Duanmu Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

He was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Then he felt it.

My body has changed.

The spiritual energy flowing through the meridians became more condensed, as if it had been re-tempered.

His five senses were more than twice as sharp as before; he could even hear the faint sound of dust falling to the ground from the wooden table in the next room.

But at this moment, what he was most concerned about was still the Asura Armor!

The scene that occurred in the Sea of ​​Spirit was etched deep into his consciousness, as if branded.

Duanmu Yan closed his eyes and sank into the sea of ​​his mind.

The grey sea has returned to calm, with two currents running parallel, one bright and one dark.

He materialized above the sea, looking down to see the Asura Armor silently sinking to the deepest part, its dark purple light barely perceptible.

He stretched out his hand.

The armor floated to the surface.

There was no resistance; she complied as usual.

Dark purple armor unfolded in the sea of ​​spirit, each armor leaf edge shimmering with a chilling light.

Duanmu Yan's gaze fell on the breastplate.

There was an extra line there, like a mark left by a blade, exactly the same as the blade pattern of the Guardian Blade.

He reached out and touched the edge of the armor.

The flow of soul power was smoother than ever before.

It was as if a new passage had appeared inside the armor, directing his soul power to more refined nodes.

He could feel that after putting on this armor, his control over his soul power would be at least 30% stronger than before.

But this was not the answer he wanted.

"What exactly are you?"

Duanmu Yan's voice echoed in the sea of ​​spirit.

The armor remained completely still.

He stared at the dark purple nail surface, trying to probe his consciousness into it.

no respond.

It's not resistance, but rather that there simply isn't anyone to respond to.

The armor was like an exquisite empty shell, bearing his soul power but without any independent will.

The Shura Armor was originally a kingly armor specially made for the Yan Emperor by the Yan Star people.

Unlike ultimate armors like the Emperor and Yatalis, which possess self-awareness, the Shura Armor does not.

But he saw that scene clearly.

The armor is moving.

Holding the knife.

Under renovation.

"I know you can hear me."

He said another thing.

Still no response.

Duanmu Yan remained silent for a moment before withdrawing his consciousness.

The armor sank back into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the dark purple light grew fainter and fainter until it finally fell silent.

He opened his eyes.

The light outside the window had changed; I don't know how much time had passed.