Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 318 The Will of the Blood Spear
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The goddess of life spoke softly, her voice tinged with deep compassion: "He has done enough, even... too much. The pain and risks he has endured have far exceeded the true meaning of the assessment itself. Continuing is merely meaningless torture and exhaustion. His will needs no further proof; his potential has already been revealed. Perhaps... it's time to adjust the rules and give him a real chance of survival?"

The God of Kindness cast his gentle gaze upon the God of Asura. Though he did not speak, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

The God of Destruction, surrounded by purple lightning, remained silent for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Rules are not inflexible. His performance deserves an exception."

All the eyes of the gods finally focused on the God of Asura.

He set up the assessment, and the final decision-making power was also in his hands.

"impossible."

The Asura God remained expressionless, his blood-red eyes fixed on Xuan Ming, who was meditating cross-legged in the mirror of light, and his icy voice slowly rang out.

"This first test not only examines his problem-solving abilities, but also his choices, mentality, and limits in desperate situations."

"Time is of the essence, and that's part of the challenge. If we lower the difficulty just because it seems impossible, what's the point of the challenge?"

“He could have chosen to seek the Silver Dragon King’s help; that would have been a shortcut, and the way out we left for him. But he refused and chose the most difficult path. Now that he has chosen it, he must bear the consequences.”

"Now that he's in dire straits, you're thinking of relaxing the conditions?"

"We can go easy on him, but will reality give him leeway just because he's not capable enough?"

"He didn't need to get involved in this. If he had just given up on getting involved with the dragons and avoided the mess left by the Dragon God, his future would have been smooth sailing. But what did he choose?"

"not to mention……"

His gaze swept over the gods present: "Lowering the difficulty? It means negating all his efforts and choices so far, it means admitting that our initial judgment was wrong, it means that the path he took was futile from the beginning."

“He will not accept such charity. His pride will not allow it.”

"But..." the evil god wanted to argue.

The Asura God interrupted him directly: "No buts. Either he finds a way to break the deadlock that we never expected in this last month and creates a real miracle, or he accepts defeat and bears the consequences together with the Silver Dragon King."

"The Dragon God's mess is far more troublesome than this. If he can't move an inch here, why should we believe he has the ability to resolve that matter?"

"Since he has chosen this path, it's either success or death!"

"..."

Inside the temple, an even deeper silence fell once more.

The god of evil paused for a moment, then a strange smile slowly crept onto his lips, and he said nothing more.

The goddess of life sighed softly, her worry undiminished, but she offered no further advice.

The God of Kindness nodded slightly.

The purple lightning surrounding the God of Destruction subsided.

They all understood what the Asura God meant.

Xuanming has won the respect and attention of all the god-kings, including Shura, through his madness and ruthlessness.

They will not interfere, will not lower the difficulty, and will not give any form of leniency.

They chose to... witness.

To witness him, one must either unleash his full potential at the limit and cross that seemingly insurmountable chasm.

Or, in the midst of ultimate brilliance, destruction will ensue.

This is the greatest respect we can show to the path he has chosen.

……

Time flew by in the tense and oppressive atmosphere, and soon the last day arrived.

An invisible dark cloud seemed to hang over Poseidon Island, making it hard to breathe.

Ning Rongrong, Hu Liena, and the others had already stopped their respective assessments. They gathered on the beach, their eyes fixed on the towering staircase, filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Poseidon was no longer just a passive observer. After Xuanming merged with the Heart of the Sea God and displayed that near-miraculous potential, she chose to intervene.

Whenever Xuanming begins to guide the light of the sea god to purify the blood spear, she transforms her vast, ocean-like soul power into the purest and gentlest energy, continuously injecting it into Xuanming's body to help him stabilize his condition and prolong his time.

This was the only thing she could do as the High Priestess, and it was something she was willing to do.

Watching this young man struggle back from the brink of death time and time again, her heart, which had been dormant for a hundred years, was stirred up and could no longer remain calm.

However, even with the full assistance of a peerless Douluo, the purification progress of the Blood Spear was still desperately slow.

The chaotic core of that deadly weapon was like the most stubborn reef. No matter how the light of the sea god washed over it, it only wore away layer after layer of its "outer shell." The source of endless killing and resentment at its deepest part remained unmoved.

At this rate, let alone a day, even a year might not be enough to achieve complete success.

Xiao Wu and A Rou's anxiety deepened. They had approached Xuan Ming several times, but each time he had refused them. Poseidon had spoken to them privately, her words blunt and cruel: Xuan Ming's Nine Trials of the Sea God had no room for failure. It was either success or... death.

There is no room for maneuver.

Poseidon didn't know why she would do something so "unnecessary," but it was the only way she knew that Xuanming could resolve the matter.

……

It's the last day.

When Xuanming stood up again, preparing for what might be his last climb, Xiaowu and Arou could no longer bear it.

"Xuanming!" Xiaowu rushed forward, tears welling in her eyes, her voice resolute, "Let me help you! Use my sacrifice! It's the fastest way!"

Arou followed closely behind, standing in front of Xiaowu, her gaze fixed firmly on Xuanming: "Use mine! Xuanming, let me do it! Xiaowu is still young, her life has just begun!"

Looking at the mother and daughter who were willing to give their lives for him, Xuanming's icy blue eyes flashed with an extremely complex emotion, but it was quickly replaced by absolute calmness.

He didn't speak, but acted swiftly.

boom!boom!
With two muffled thuds, Xiao Wu and A Rou didn't even have time to react before they felt a sharp pain in the back of their necks, their vision went black, and they collapsed limply to the ground.

Xuanming reached out to support them, gently placing the two unconscious women on the ground. He looked up at Poseidon, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of entrustment: "Please keep an eye on them. It's the last day; don't let them do anything foolish."

Poseidon looked at him intently and nodded: "Don't worry."

Xuanming no longer hesitated, turned around, and resolutely stepped onto the white jade staircase leading to the clouds once more.

His steps remained steady as he climbed higher and higher, bearing increasingly terrifying pressure, until he finally stopped at the height that was most efficient for him.

The golden light of the sea god engulfed him like a raging tide.

Xuanming closed his eyes, immersing his entire being in his body, into the blood spear that bound him to life and death.

The intense training of the past three months flashed through my mind.

He understood the true nature of this blood spear better than anyone else.

Purification? That's just wishful thinking.

This weapon, born from the accumulation of a thousand years in the city of slaughter and born from endless death and resentment, is based on ferocity and chaos, which is the source of its power.

The so-called "purification" is tantamount to destroying one's own Great Wall.

Everything he has done over the past three months, frantically attacking with the light of the sea god, has never been for purification.

What he did was hone his skills! He suppressed them!

Like forging a piece of stubborn iron containing impurities, it is through repeated hammering and tempering that the impurities are shaken and suppressed, and the toughness of the iron blank itself is tempered to the extreme!

At the same time, it will wear down and suppress the chaotic and violent "pseudo-soul" that is forcibly mixed together from countless fragments of slaughter to the greatest extent possible!
What he wanted was not a purified, dulled martial spirit.

What he wanted was a peerless weapon that would completely submit to him, still ferocious, but obeying only his orders!
Now, the tempering and suppression have reached their limit.

Under the relentless onslaught of the Sea God's Light, the chaotic false soul was exhausted, revealing a faint, core "blank space".

This is the space he fought hard to create for his own will!

Deep within Xuanming's consciousness, two distinct yet closely connected "thoughts" were clearly at work.

This is a unique talent brought about by the strange mutation when he awakened his martial soul.

It can be said that he possesses two independent cores of thought, or even a single, split soul origin.

However, he loathed the feeling of having a split personality and always kept the two thoughts in a high degree of unity and coordination. It was precisely because of this that he was able to cultivate at all times and have a superhuman level of control over his power.

Now, it's time to let this talent truly shine.

If one must imbue the Blood Spear with a complete and absolutely loyal will...

That will can only come from himself!

It can only originate from his profound and mysterious soul essence!
"cut!"

Xuanming let out a silent roar in his heart!

On a spiritual level, it was as if an invisible blade, carrying an unwavering will, was slashing down fiercely!
"Ugh—!"

An indescribable, terrifying pain originating from the deepest part of his soul instantly swept through every cell of Xuanming! This pain was a thousand times, ten thousand times more intense than the shattering of his physical body!
He felt as if half of his soul had been forcibly torn apart! His consciousness instantly blurred, and his vision was filled with endless darkness and crimson!

But he gritted his teeth and, with an iron will, forcibly maintained the last shred of clarity!
The severed soul fragment, containing some of his memories, emotions, and most core obsession with "control," was transformed into a pure and incomparably bright stream of will under his forceful guidance, and was fiercely injected into the blood spear's core, which was showing a trace of "blankness" due to suppression!

Om-! ! !
The blood spear emitted an unprecedented, deafening, terrifying hum! Dark red light surged wildly across the spear shaft, as if it wanted to devour everything!
The chaotic pseudo-soul, which had been suppressed and exhausted, launched a desperate and hysterical counterattack under the invasion of this foreign, pure "Xuanming Will"!
Xuanming's body once again became the most brutal battlefield!
But this time, the two sides in the battle became his split "self-will" and the "chaotic will" of the Blood Spear itself!
The light of Poseidon continues to surge wildly, suppressing the chaotic will while scorching the newly injected "self-will"!
If successful, the will will be united, and even the fiercest forces will submit!
If you are defeated, your soul will be severely damaged, your will will be annihilated, and you will become nourishment for the Blood Spear!

(End of this chapter)