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

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Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged glances, their eyes all looking somewhat... strange.

Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes, her tone tinged with uncertainty: "Level 68... Soul Emperor?"

Xiao Wu tilted her head and looked at Tang San: "Xiao San, have you... been so busy building the Tang Sect all these years that you haven't been cultivating properly?"

Although Zhu Zhuqing did not speak, a hint of doubt flashed in her cold eyes.

Tang San was taken aback by their reactions. A level 68 Soul Emperor—wasn't that astonishing enough? His father, Tang Hao, at that age, hadn't achieved what he had.

Just then, a dazzling nine-colored light suddenly shone from Ning Rongrong's body, and a powerful surge of soul power was released without reservation! That profound aura was... at the Soul Douluo level!

"I'm level 83 now," Ning Rongrong said with a grin.

Immediately afterwards, pink light flowed around Xiao Wu, and an even more powerful soul force, imbued with a resilient life force, erupted—Level 85 Soul Douluo!

Zhu Zhuqing's figure blurred slightly, and her aura, like a shadow, filled the living room, cold and sharp—Level 84 Soul Douluo!

The three girls were all around the same age as Tang San, or even a little younger than him, but their cultivation levels had all reached the Soul Douluo realm!
Moreover, judging from the solidity of his soul power, it was definitely not forcibly enhanced by drugs, but rather achieved through genuine cultivation!

Tang San was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the three powerful young women before him, his mind completely blank.

The twenty-two-year-old Soul Emperor had a very high probability of breaking through to Soul Saint at the age of twenty-three. He originally thought he was a chosen one of heaven and the pinnacle of his peers.

But now... Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing, they've all become Soul Douluos?!

How can this be? !
Even if the Spirit Hall poured all its resources into nurturing him, it would be impossible for someone's cultivation to leap so dramatically in just seven years! This completely exceeded his understanding of the laws governing the cultivation of Soul Masters!

Seeing Tang San's dumbfounded expression, as if his worldview had been turned upside down, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but chuckle: "Scared, aren't you? Our experiences these past few years... have been rather unique."

Xiao Wu covered her mouth and chuckled, "Yes, the assessment on Poseidon Island was tough, but the improvement was also very fast."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, which was taken as tacit agreement.

They didn't explain the Seagod Island and the Divine Trial in detail, but those few words, along with their genuine Soul Douluo cultivation level, were enough to explain everything.

Tang San opened his mouth, but found himself unable to say anything. An indescribable sense of loss and a profound sense of unease washed over him. The distance he had thought he had closed now seemed so vast.

He looked at Xiaowu, and seeing her confident and bright smile, he felt a mix of emotions.

She has become so powerful. What has she gone through all these years? And what role does she play in the Spirit Empire now? And what is her relationship with that Xuanming...?
Countless questions and complex emotions weighed on his chest, making him feel a suffocating heaviness.

This reunion was far more impactful than he had imagined.

Seeing Tang San's worldview seemingly completely overturned and his dejected appearance, Ning Rongrong felt a little guilty and even secretly glad that she had only shown her soul power level and had not revealed her soul rings.

If Tang San were to see her current "four purple, three black, and one red" spirit ring configuration, especially that eerie red spirit ring symbolizing a 100,000-year spirit ring, Tang San's mentality would probably collapse on the spot.

There's also Xiao Wu's "purple-purple-black-black-black-black-red", Zhu Zhuqing's "yellow-yellow-purple-purple-black-black-red"... Any one of these spirit ring configurations would be enough to shake the entire spirit master world! Especially that 100,000-year spirit ring, it's a legendary existence!
The trials they underwent on Poseidon Island, though fraught with peril, yielded astonishing rewards.

Not only did his soul power level skyrocket, but the age of his soul rings was also directly blessed and increased by the Sea God, allowing him to possess such an incredible configuration. However, seeing Tang San's dejected expression, Ning Rongrong felt a pang of sympathy. Her eyes darted around, and she smiled, suggesting, "Alright, alright, stop standing there like an idiot! We've come all this way to Spirit City, let's take you out for a look around! Spirit City has changed so much; it's completely different from when we had our competition!"

Xiao Wu immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes! We haven't been back long, so let's go out and see some new things!"

Although Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, she nodded.

Tang San was pulled back to reality by their voices. Looking at the three women's sincere smiles, the disappointment and shock in his heart lessened slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, and nodded: "Okay...okay."

He really wanted to see what Wuhun City had become.

The group left the embassy and arrived on the streets of Wuhun City.

As Ning Rongrong said, the current Wuhun City is completely different from what it was seven years ago.

The city's size has expanded several times over, and a more magnificent outer city area has been built outside the original city walls.

The streets are wide and clean, with a well-planned layout. Many new buildings that incorporate soul tool technology stand on both sides, radiating a unique luster of metal and energy.

The pedestrians were bustling about, most of them looking hurried, exuding a busy yet energetic atmosphere.

What caught Tang San's attention even more was that the soldiers patrolling the streets were well-equipped, and many of them carried uniquely designed soul tools, which were clearly not just for show.

“Look over there,” Ning Rongrong pointed to a towering building in the distance, its top inlaid with a huge blue crystal, “that’s the newly built Soul Guidance Communication Tower. Through it, messages can be quickly transmitted to all parts of the Empire, much faster than using carrier pigeons or Soul Masters before!”

She then pointed to the occasional vehicles that drove by soul power and were not pulled by horses on the street: "Those are soul-guided freight cars. They have a large carrying capacity and run fast, making them very convenient for transporting supplies."

Xiao Wu pointed to some small soul-guided devices placed at the entrances of shops that could automatically clean the streets, and some constant-temperature soul-guided devices provided in public areas that relied on soul power to maintain their temperature, chattering away as she introduced them.

Although Zhu Zhuqing was a woman of few words, she would pause briefly in front of certain soul guidance facilities that were clearly used for vigilance or defense, and signal Tang San to pay attention with her eyes.

Tang San walked silently, watching and listening.

He saw orderly city management, soul guidance technology beginning to integrate into the lives of ordinary people, the actual constraints imposed on the soul master class, and the hope for the future on the faces of the lower classes.

All of this was far removed from his perception of the "tyrannical empire," and even from the negative propaganda about the Spirit Hall that he had come across.

As Ning Rongrong walked, she casually introduced the Martial Soul Empire's strength and advancement in areas such as soul guidance technology, improvement of people's livelihood, and institutional innovation.

Tang San wasn't stupid; he could naturally understand the guiding meaning in Ning Rongrong's words. But he had to admit that what he was seeing before him had indeed brought him a huge shock.

An empire that rose to power through military force is now heavily investing in domestic affairs and technology? This defies all logic!
On the other hand, a terrible thought began to grow in his mind: if the path taken by the Spirit Empire truly succeeds, then the attraction it brings will far surpass that of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires, which rely on the old system of nobles and Soul Master privileges! If this continues, the two great empires may even lose the hearts of their people!

"So, Little San, isn't Wuhun City quite different now?" Ning Rongrong asked with a smile, a hint of barely perceptible anticipation in her eyes.

Tang San was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded, his tone complex: "Indeed... beyond imagination."

His doubts and vigilance had not diminished; on the contrary, they had deepened. The "soft power" displayed by the Martial Soul Empire was more unsettling than a simple military threat.

The incredible cultivation advancements of Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing, along with the completely renovated Martial Soul City, seemed like a fog shrouding Tang San's mind, causing him to have even deeper concerns about the prospects of this peace talks and the future direction of the continent.

He must be more cautious and find a way to uncover the truth behind this. (End of Chapter)