I collect fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 90 Origin of Martial Souls

"The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire is the place where the Water and Fire Dragon Kings fell. Could it be that another Dragon King is buried here?"

Lu Feng glanced at the altar and shook his head.

This place is only about half the size of a basketball court, and it's not as mystical as the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. Why would the Dragon King be so petty?

Lu Feng cautiously began to explore, carefully parting the weeds in hopes of finding the hidden mechanism.

He walked up to a stone pillar and stopped.

The rock surface is severely weathered, but upon closer inspection, some strange symbols can still be found on it.

"Phew!"

Lu Feng brushed away the moss on the rock and blew away the mud and sand.

It looks like a star map. The drawing is simple, with rough lines, and a few strokes that seem to indicate the trajectory of the stars.

"No matter what world you live in, human wisdom is boundless."

"So, the ancient Douluo Star people already knew that the world is round?" Lu Feng thought to himself, "That's outrageous."

He continued toward the next rock, and although he didn't find the treasure he wanted this time, he gained a lot of strange knowledge.

"This picture should depict ancient humans using slash-and-burn agriculture, driving away wild animals, and expanding their territory." Lu Feng's gaze was drawn to the scene in the picture.

The second image is better preserved, depicting two opposing camps. One camp consists of humans, some of whom are carrying weapons; the other camp likely comprises wild beasts or spirit beasts.

"wrong!"

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes and cleaned all the moss off the top of the stone pillar. There was a crack-like pattern on the top of the pillar, clearly carved by someone.

The meaning it represents is that the sky has cracked open!

Lu Feng recalled the strange dream he had next to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, and a bold guess formed in his mind.

In ancient times, a great battle took place on Douluo Star.

The two sides in the battle are not humans and soul beasts, but the entire Douluo Star and an enemy from outer space!

This battle brought together both spirit beasts and humans.

Several dragon kings, at least the water and fire dragon kings, perished in this battle.

"Could it be the Abyss Dimension?"

Lu Feng recalled the novels he had read in his previous life. Although he hadn't read much of the third book, he still knew some information about it from time to time.

Abyss Plane

The Tang God King's Ten Thousand Year Plan

Douluo Continent Upgrade

Lu Feng continued to observe the other patterns, but the third stone pillar had already broken, and he had not obtained any useful information.

On the fourth stone pillar was a portrait of a person, with a cat-like soul beast crouching at its feet. Lu Feng didn't understand what it meant.

Night quietly descended, gradually enveloping the valley in silence.

The night in the valley was a bit cold, so Lu Feng wrapped the blanket tightly around himself, making sure there wasn't a single gap.

Luo Wupao huddled at Lu Feng's feet, freezing like a dog.

"Huh? It's dawn?" In his daze, Lu Feng felt a strong white light coming from outside the tent.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at Luo Wupao curled up in a ball, and kicked him.

"Luo Luo!"

Luo Wupao was immediately awakened and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Silly dog, still sleeping? It's already dawn." Lu Feng rubbed his eyes, yawned, and walked out of the tent.

However, the moment Lu Feng opened the tent, a powerful attraction suddenly emerged.

The next moment, the surrounding scenery became blurry; starlight, treetops, tents—everything began to distort and deform, eventually disappearing into the vortex.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Feng felt something lick his face.

"Slurp~"

Lu Feng opened his eyes and saw Luo Wupao standing next to him, rubbing his face with his big head.

"Huh, Wupao, are we...dreaming?"

Lu Feng looked around and found himself still in that secluded valley.

The surrounding area is a majestic mountain range, with the sound of a babbling brook coming from afar, and the air is filled with the fresh fragrance of flowers and grass.

It's like a paradise on earth.

Normally, dreams are blurry and indistinct. But at this moment, Lu Feng could clearly hear the wind and insects chirping around him, and even smell the fragrance of flowers in the valley.

Lu Feng took a deep breath and immediately felt his senses clear.

"Hey!" Lu Feng pinched Luo Wupao's hind leg, and Luo Wupao immediately shouted in dissatisfaction.

"You can still feel it, so it's not a dream!" Lu Feng rubbed Luo Wupao's big head to calm him down.

"Boom!" A thunderclap resounded.

Lu Feng looked up and saw a huge hole in the sky in the distance.

Looking through the crack, one could see a dark abyss, filled with lightning and thunder, its bottom unseen.

"Huh? Are you from outside the mountains?" Just then, a clear and melodious voice came from behind Lu Feng.

He turned around and saw a boy looking at him.

The boy was in his early teens, about 1.7 meters tall, with his hair braided into pigtails. His clothes appeared to be made of linen, and he had an animal skin wrapped around his waist.

"Huh? You've already inherited a martial spirit?" the boy asked excitedly, pointing at Luo Wupao.

"Inheritance? Martial Soul?" Lu Feng asked in confusion.

"That's right, today is a big day for our tribe to inherit the Martial Soul. Come and take a look!" With that, the boy took Lu Feng's hand and walked towards the center of the valley.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Deep in the valley lies a spacious plaza with a high platform in the center. Four stone pillars stand around the plaza.

A group of people dressed in animal skins gathered together, chatting and laughing.

Lu Feng stared at the strange sight before him, too shocked to utter a sound. This place was none other than the altar he had explored earlier!

"Next, Az!"

"It's my turn! It's my turn!" the boy leading Lu Feng shouted excitedly.

He strode confidently onto the altar, and the clan chief chanted a few incantations. In an instant, dark clouds gathered, a fierce wind arose, and a dazzling golden light shone on the arena.

The next moment, a small black cat appeared at Az's feet.

"This should be similar to martial soul awakening, right?" Lu Feng thought to himself as he carefully examined the altar.

What's amazing is that these martial spirits, like Luo Wupao, are all in a state of being detached from the body.

Lu Feng and Az walked side by side along the riverbank.

"Tang Er, I'll see you off here," Az said reluctantly.

Lu Feng nodded and looked up at the crack in the sky. According to Az, the crack had lasted for countless millennia.

Over the long years, countless powerful warriors fought valiantly. In the beginning, dragons, phoenixes, and beastmen were the main forces fighting against the extraterrestrial enemies.

However, the enemies of the Underworld were too strong. The battlefield was almost entirely one-sided, and the gods of Douluo Star gradually fell, becoming fewer and fewer in number.

Even the strongest dragons have seen their dragon king-level combat power perish.

In this time of crisis, the most powerful god-kings joined forces and created a powerful cultivation technique. This technique summoned back the fallen gods, placing them within the human race in the form of martial spirits.

Nevertheless, the situation remains far from optimistic.

Az looked up at the crack. "Tang Er, I'll be going to the battlefield soon too. Do you think we'll win?"

"Az, we will definitely win!" Lu Feng said firmly, clenching his fists.

Even knowing the final outcome, he still felt his blood boil when he personally witnessed this period of history.

Az looked at Lu Feng and said uncertainly, "Tang Er, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"I'm not kidding you, let's give each other a high five." Lu Feng said, raising his right hand.

"Okay!" Az raised his right hand as well.

"Slap!" The two boys slapped each other's hands together.

In the real world, Lu Feng suddenly woke up with a start.

He slowly got up, walked out of the tent and looked around. He was still in that dilapidated valley.

Lu Feng was panting heavily, his heart still pounding.

He vividly recalled the scene from his dream: the altar, Az, and the terrifying crack in the sky.

Lu Feng reached out and touched his forehead, which was covered in sweat.

"What is this?" Lu Feng asked, looking at the golden mark on his right palm.

The next moment, a burst of intense golden light erupted from the mark, enveloping him within it.

(End of this chapter)