Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Simulating Godhood

Chapter 37 The True Form of the Immortal Grass! A Gift from the Ancient Times!

The simulation is still ongoing.

You paid two thousand gold soul coins and received the glass jar from the auction house staff. The pale green liquid inside swayed gently, and the pale golden seedling within swayed slightly, the silver veins along the edges of its leaves shimmering faintly under the light. You carefully stored it in your imaginary space, turned, and left the auction house without lingering.

You returned to the unassuming inn in the city, closed the door, drew the curtains, and sat cross-legged on the bed. Only then did you take out the glass jar again and examine it carefully.

[Upon closer inspection, you can perceive even more details. This seedling is indeed extraordinary, just as you predicted. The silver veins on its leaves, upon close observation, reveal a regular arrangement resembling ancient runes, as if it were born with some undecipherable inherited information. Its root system, though small, is intact and retains its vibrant resilience even after being soaked in medicinal liquid for months, demonstrating that its vitality is far more tenacious than it appears on the surface.]

You extend your right hand, your index finger gently probing into the medicinal liquid in the glass jar, touching the leaf of the small seedling. The instant your fingertips touch, an extremely faint yet incredibly ancient wave of will travels through your finger into your mind. The feeling is like hearing a call from the distant past in boundless darkness, carrying a silent plea.

Without hesitation, you took the seedling from the glass jar and placed it, roots and all, onto a piece of prepared spiritual soil in your Ruyi Treasure Pouch. Then, you circulated your soul power, infusing the essence of the Spring of Life into the pouch. The golden-green life energy, like warm rain, showered upon the seedling, washing away any traces of preservation from the medicinal solution and reawakening its root activity.

A moment later, you take it out again, hold it in your palm, and continuously channel the life energy of the Golden Blue Silver Emperor.

It was supplied with life energy. Enveloped in this rich life energy, the seedling's leaves slowly unfurled from their slightly curled state, and the silver veins along their edges gradually brightened, like an ancient soul being awakened from slumber and slowly opening its eyes.

[Your Golden-Blue-Silver Emperor Martial Soul suddenly resonated with something unprecedented, as if an invisible, intangible bond existed between you and this seedling. You sensed an information slowly emanating from the seedling—not language, not words, but a purer resonance and transmission based on the very essence of life.]

You close your eyes, immerse your mental energy in it, and patiently wait for the information to complete. After about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, you finally understand its origin.

This seedling is no ordinary spiritual herb or elixir, but a remnant sapling of an ancient Tree of Life. In ancient times, there once existed an extremely ancient and sacred plant known as the Primal Tree of Life. It was neither a spirit beast nor an ordinary plant, but a root of life naturally nurtured by the rules of the world at the beginning of creation. The existence of the Primal Tree of Life maintained the life energy cycle of the entire continent. Later, with the changing times, the Primal Tree of Life gradually disappeared into the long river of history, leaving only extremely rare remnants scattered among some ancient ruins. This seedling is very likely a newborn sapling that has been nurtured by a seed left behind by one of these ancient Trees of Life over countless years.

You open your eyes, gazing at the small seedling in your palm, its entire body radiating a pale golden light. An indescribable emotion wells up within you. This being, rooted in this continent long before the advent of human writing, now exists only as this frail seedling. Without the continuous nourishment of powerful life energy, it might perish completely in a few decades or centuries due to nutrient depletion. Until today, it has met you.

You took a deep breath and made a decision. You placed it back into your Ruyi Treasure Pouch, creating a special area within its space. You nourished the soil with the Spring of Life, surrounded and protected it with the regal aura of the Blue Silver Emperor, and accelerated its growth and recovery with a Life Catalysis Soul Skill. Under your mental control, golden-green light continuously flowed into that area. The seedling's leaves unfurled more clearly, and its roots began to slowly extend outwards, conveying a vibrant energy to you.

A wave of warmth and gratitude washed over me.

After completing all this, you withdrew your focus, letting out a long breath, a profound sense of satisfaction welling up within you. This sapling of the Primordial Tree of Life might one day become an unexpected trump card in your hands. No one truly understands the legendary abilities of the Primordial Tree of Life, but since it was nurtured by the world rules of an ancient era, its potential must far exceed the ordinary.

You rested overnight at the inn and woke up the next morning feeling exceptionally refreshed. You opened the window, looking at the sky and the increasing number of pedestrians on the street, and began to seriously plan your next move. Your soul power had now reached level 83, a Soul Douluo, just one step away from becoming a Title Douluo—more precisely, only lacking your eighth and ninth soul rings. These two soul rings could no longer be obtained by chance as before; you had to actively seek out high-age beings truly compatible with the Golden, Blue, and Silver Emperors.

You've decided to stay on the Sun and Moon Continent for a while longer, waiting for the sapling of the Primal Tree of Life to stabilize before returning to the Douluo Continent. There are still many unfinished business and uncollected resources on the Douluo Continent, and you also miss the familiar flavors of that land.

Just then, a commotion arose downstairs at the inn. You glanced out the window and saw several officials in black uniforms going door-to-door questioning people, holding up what appeared to be portraits and showing them to passersby. It seemed they were the emperor's men, still relentlessly pursuing your whereabouts. You shook your head slightly, closed the window, and a faint smile appeared on your lips.

Let them search; it's a miracle they've found anything.

You gather your belongings, gently push open the window, and silently vault out like a falling leaf, landing on the eaves of the neighboring house. In a few leaps, you disappear into the layers of rooftops and alleyways of the imperial city.

The moment you landed on the rooftop, your steps abruptly halted. At the end of the streets surrounding the imperial city, rows of armored soldiers stood in perfect formation, completely surrounding the area. Hundreds of soul-guided cannons were pointed directly in your direction, their dark muzzles gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The leading general held a portrait of you, staring at you for a moment before a cold smile appeared on his lips. His booming voice echoed throughout the entire street: "His Majesty has decreed: Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!"

Standing atop the rooftop, your gaze swept over the dense array of armored soldiers and soul-guided guns. You raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise in your eyes. The Sun Moon Royal Family's actions were faster and more decisive than anticipated, completely sealing off the entire block, leaving you no chance to escape.

However, despite the unexpected turn of events, there was no sign of panic on your face. Instead, you gently moved your wrist.

"Since you can't escape—then you'll just have to die." Your voice was soft, as if you were talking to yourself, yet it carried a chilling calm indifference.

The instant you finished speaking, the seven spirit rings beneath your feet lit up simultaneously, their crimson light bursting forth like a blood-red sunrise, enveloping the entire block in a breathtaking golden-red halo.