Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Simulating Godhood

Chapter 29 The Blue Silver World! Slaughtering the Powerful! Reflections on Humanity!

The simulation is still ongoing.

Standing in the heart of the vast Blue Silver Grass forest, your gaze sweeps over the blue leaves swaying gently in the wind, a complex mix of emotions welling up within you. The Blue Silver Grass in this forest are the descendants and offspring of the 180,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor. They have lived and multiplied here for countless years. Now that their emperor has fallen, they have lost their spiritual pillar. Though they still grow, they have lost their vibrant vitality.

After much deliberation, you've made a bold decision.

You walk to the very center of this Blue Silver Grass Forest, slowly raising your hands. The Imaginary Space silently unfolds beneath your feet, like a gigantic, invisible maw, beginning to slowly devour the surrounding land. One zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang—supported by your astonishing soul power, that blue ocean, root and all, is dragged piece by piece into the Imaginary Space, carving out an independent world within this other-dimensional realm.

[This took you three whole days and nights. Each containment required precise control of the spatial boundaries, ensuring the Blue Silver Grass's roots remained intact while also providing them with enough space to grow in the new world. You were exhausted, your soul power nearly depleted several times, but by drawing energy from the surrounding ordinary vegetation using the Life Return to Void technique, you managed to move the entire Blue Silver Grass forest bit by bit into the imaginary space.]

When the last Blue Silver Grass disappeared from its spot, the once lush blue ocean had become a barren yellow basin, with only scattered stubble and withered leaves remaining. But when you close your eyes and perceive the scene in the imaginary space, a relieved smile appears on your lips—the Blue Silver Grass is stretching its leaves in the new world, adapting to the completely new environment.

Their spirits are more vibrant than before, as if they sense your protection and care, the new emperor.

Having completed this task, you felt much more at ease. You then turned and left the now-empty mountain basin, continuing your exploration deeper into the Sun and Moon Continent.

In the days that followed, you traversed vast grasslands, crossed rolling mountains, and crisscrossed scorching deserts.

The pristine nature of the Sun and Moon Continent far exceeds your imagination. Along the way, you'll see almost no large-scale cities or countries, only scattered tribes and villages where inhabitants lead a primitive life of farming and hunting.

Soul Masters also exist on this continent, but their cultivation system differs slightly from that of the Douluo Continent; it's more extensive and relies more heavily on bloodline inheritance. You've observed several tribes' Soul Masters from afar, roughly estimating their level to be between the second and fourth rings. You've hardly seen any Title Douluo-level beings, which has given you a preliminary assessment of the continent's overall strength.

However, on the twenty-third day after you ventured deep into the heart of the Sun and Moon Continent, as you passed through a valley, you caught a strong whiff of blood. Your brow furrowed slightly, and you quickened your pace to follow the scent. Soon, the scene before you brought you to a halt.

It was a village built against the mountainside, with about a hundred households, but now it was reduced to ruins. Houses were demolished and burned, and corpses lay scattered in the streets and courtyards—the elderly, women, and even young children. Most of them had been killed directly by weapons, and a few had been trampled to death. Broken pottery jars and scattered farm tools littered the ground, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt flesh and blood.

Meanwhile, on the main road outside the village, a troop of cavalry clad in fine armor was gradually disappearing into the distance. Their horses carried plundered grain and cloth, their hooves kicking up dust as they trod through the muddy ground. The cavalry numbered about three or four hundred, and the leading generals faintly emanated fluctuations of soul power, clearly indicating they belonged to the armed forces of some powerful faction on this continent.

You stood before the ruins at the village entrance, glancing at the tragically murdered villagers, then at the receding figures of the cavalrymen in the distance. The gentle light in your eyes gradually turned cold.

Without hesitation, you flashed forward and gave chase.

The cavalrymen, chatting and laughing on horseback and boasting about their spoils, suddenly felt a suffocating aura pressing down on them from behind. They reined in their horses and turned back, only to see a golden-green figure appear like a streak of light, landing in front of their ranks and blocking their path.

[It was a boy who looked extremely young, with delicate features, yet he exuded a terrifying pressure that chilled the heart. Six spirit rings silently rose beneath his feet, purple, black, black, red, red, red, each ring striking their hearts like a heavy hammer.]

The leading general opened his mouth, but before he could utter a complete sentence, you had already raised your hand. Golden-green and blue-silver vines, like hundreds of giant dragons, burst forth from the ground, instantly engulfing the three or four hundred cavalrymen. Screams rose and fell, but within moments they all subsided.

You stand there, expressionless, surveying the devastation. The vines slowly recede, leaving only scattered armor, weapons, and bloodstains. The cavalrymen, horses and all, have been slaughtered; not a single intact corpse remains. You gave them no chance to beg for mercy or offer an explanation, for their fate was sealed the moment they saw the massacred village.

You stood silently before the grave for a long time, your gaze fixed on the sky dyed crimson by the setting sun. For the first time, an unprecedented sense of heaviness welled up within you. At that moment, you thought of the powerful and wealthy on the Douluo Continent, the nobles, the forces that slaughtered civilians for profit—the Spirit Hall, certain ministers of the Heaven Dou Empire—they were essentially no different from these cavalrymen before you.

"This kind of thing happens everywhere," you said softly, your tone calm yet tinged with coldness. "I'll kill this group today, but there will be another group tomorrow, and the day after that, and the group after that. I can't be in two places at once; I can't save everyone."

You look up as the last rays of the setting sun slowly sink below the horizon, and a chord in your heart is plucked. Once, all you wanted was to become stronger, to survive, to collect enough rewards from the simulation to defy fate. But now you suddenly realize that simply becoming stronger isn't enough, nor is simply surviving. If one day you truly stand at the pinnacle of this world, possessing near-immortality, then your responsibility shouldn't be limited to yourself.

"Perhaps, in the future I will need a unified, great nation." You spoke slowly, your voice soft yet carrying an unprecedented firmness. "A nation under my rule, where there is no war, no massacre, no tragedy of the weak being trampled upon by the strong. Only in this way can all of this be eradicated at its root."

"Human nature cannot withstand the test. But if there are rules, order, and absolute power to suppress all unrest, the evil in human nature will be firmly locked in a cage."

You withdrew your gaze, turned, and strode into the distance. The setting sun sank completely below the horizon, but a new flame ignited in your heart. That flame was no longer just about soul power, soul rings, or becoming stronger; it concerned a more distant and grander goal.

You suddenly remembered that word: God.

Only by becoming a true god, possessing immortality and an ageless body, can one have enough time to witness the rise and fall of a nation, and enough power to protect everything you cherish. Your path is still long, but the direction has become clearer than ever before.

The simulation is still ongoing.