Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Simulating Godhood

Chapter 30 Sun and Moon Imperial City! News of Soul-Guided Guns!

The simulation is still ongoing.

After leaving the massacred village, you continued your travels across the Sun and Moon Continent. This time, you didn't deliberately seek out spirit beasts or cultivation havens. Instead, you slowed your pace, traversing many different corners of the continent as an observer. You crossed snow-capped mountains, traversed deserts, forded rivers, and entered dense forests. In each place, you stopped to observe the local customs and traditions, and listen to the joys and sorrows of the local people.

The primitiveness of the Sun and Moon Continent far exceeds your imagination. Most of its territory remains in an extremely backward tribal society, where people live a peaceful life of farming, fishing, and hunting, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, knowing very little about the outside world. You have passed through many villages and tribes along your journey, often encountering suffering people oppressed by local powerful figures and plundered by tyrants; each time, you have not stood idly by.

[Your methods were direct and decisive. Those wicked nobles, those local bullies, those arrogant Soul Masters—they didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy before you. Wherever the Blue Silver Emperor's vines reached, evil was silently wiped away. And you never lingered, leaving only a blurry golden-green figure and the legend of "a passerby" circulating among the people.]

Gradually, your name spread among the common people of the Sun and Moon Continent. They didn't know your name, only that a golden-green light would descend in the darkest of times, sweeping away all evil like a god descending to earth. Those you saved knelt and prayed in the direction you left, their devout eyes filled with gratitude and awe. You could clearly feel an invisible force gathering around you along with these prayers and faith; though faint, it was undeniably real.

You don't know exactly what this power means, but you vaguely sense that it's intricately connected to your future path.

After traveling for about two months, you finally arrived at the largest city on the Sun and Moon Continent—the Sun and Moon Imperial City.

Standing before the imperial city gates, you looked up at the capital, a slight surprise in your heart. As the capital of a nation, the scale and prosperity of the Sun and Moon Imperial City were far inferior to those of the Heaven Dou City or Star Luo City in the Douluo Continent. Even a mid-level city like Soto City was more bustling and refined. The city walls were built of rough bluestone, only about two zhang high, and the city gates were not very wide. The pedestrians entering and leaving were dressed in simple, rough clothing, exuding a strong medieval atmosphere.

As you step into the city, the houses lining the streets are mostly constructed of a mixture of wood and adobe. Though not particularly elegant, they possess a rustic, everyday charm. Sunlight spills onto the stone pavement, casting a warm yellow glow. The air is filled with the aromas of various foods and small commodities—the smoky scent of baked flatbread, the spiciness of spices, and the pungent smell of dyed fabric—all blending together to create a unique, bustling atmosphere characteristic of the marketplace.

A slight, unconscious smile played on your lips; the rich atmosphere of everyday life brought a long-lost sense of relaxation. You strolled leisurely along the street, your gaze sweeping over the roadside stalls and shops, finally stopping in front of a small but clean and tidy tavern. You pushed open the door and stepped inside, greeted by the aroma of alcohol and the warmth of the air, mingled with the lively chatter of people.

There were about five or six tables of customers in the tavern, mostly ordinary people dressed in coarse cloth and a few adventurers who looked like Soul Masters. You found a small corner table by the window, ordered a glass of the tavern's best-selling ale, took a sip, and felt the warm, slightly bitter taste slide down your throat, bringing a comforting warmth.

You sit by the window, slowly sipping your wine, listening to the cacophony of conversation around you. Some are loudly discussing the autumn harvest, others are complaining about the recent heavy taxes, and a few adventurers-looking Soul Masters huddle around a table, whispering about the spoils and dangers of some secret realm. These sounds blend together, creating a vivid and realistic picture of everyday life. You lean back in your chair, your eyes slightly closed, savoring this rare moment of peace and the warmth of everyday life.

However, just as you were preparing to sit a little longer and relax, the conversation of a group of burly men in leather armor at the next table caught your attention.

"Have you heard? His Majesty the Emperor sent an elite guard out of the city a couple of days ago, with those newly made iron lumps."

"A lump of iron? What's that?"

"That's it, the Soul Guidance Gun! You didn't know? The Imperial Workshop has been tinkering with this thing for the past few years. It's said to be incredibly powerful; even a Soul Venerable level expert would be in trouble if hit by just one shot. If a few rounds come, even a Soul Master wouldn't be able to withstand it!"

"Really? That's amazing! What are they doing taking that thing out of town?"

"They say there's some activity in that old forest to the southeast. The hunters have been talking about it for a long time, saying that purple light often shoots into the sky from the depths of that forest, and that they can hear the earth shaking at night. Some people guess that there's a 100,000-year-old soul beast there. His Majesty the Emperor can't sit still and plans to send people to investigate. If we can really hunt down a 100,000-year-old soul beast, with its soul ring and soul bone, the strength of our Sun Moon Empire will be—"

The man suddenly lowered his voice at a crucial point, making the rest of his words difficult to hear. But you had enough information for you. Your hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in your eyes.

[Soul-guided guns and cannons. You didn't expect the Sun Moon Empire to have already begun researching such things in this era. In the original story, soul-guided devices wouldn't reach their peak development until ten thousand years later, even threatening the lives of peerless Douluo. It's unexpected that this seemingly primitive dynasty already possesses the rudiments of soul-guided guns and cannons.]

You downed your glass of ale in one gulp, placed a few copper coins on the table, and rose to leave the tavern. As you stepped out the door, you glanced up at the southeastern sky, a slight smile playing on your lips, and strode off in that direction.

The simulation is still ongoing.