Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

Seeing that Su Haichao seemed a little confused, Tang Shan's tone became more serious.

"According to my deduction, if one truly cultivates internal martial arts to its ultimate level, one can truly reverse one's innate nature and grow and develop anew, which is like the state of an infant. At most, I am only close to that."

Su Haichao seemed to understand, yet he also seemed not to understand. However, since he hadn't practiced internal martial arts anyway, he didn't care about the final limit.

“Your eldest brother wrote to me last month, saying that his travels are almost over and he is preparing to come to Tiandou City to rest for a while.”

Tang Shan was delighted: "Approximately when will we arrive?"

Su Haichao said, "He said he would go back to Nottingham first to see his old friends before coming back."

Tang Shan's heart skipped a beat—going to Notting City was fine, but he hoped his older brother wouldn't do anything rash and run off to Holy Soul Village, where Tang Hao lived, and who knew what kind of crazy thing he might do.

Putting these worries aside, Su Yuntao isn't a troublemaker; he won't cause trouble wherever he goes. It's really not that bad.

Thinking of this, Tang Shan couldn't help but recall his experiences since leaving Nottingham.

While there is virtually no risk involved, isn't the frequency of these incidents a bit too high, and that epiphany is clearly somewhat exaggerated?

Tangshan could only wish his elder brother a safe journey in Nottingham.

……

In the deep, ravine-lined valley, the fierce wind howled, stinging one's skin.

An elderly man with wrinkled skin like old tree bark, yet upright posture, sat cross-legged on a black stone.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his terrifying aura spread out without reservation.

Within the old man's body, his soul power had long been condensed to its extreme, becoming as viscous as liquid mercury.

The vast energy and blood flowed like a boundless ocean, surging and churning through the limbs and bones, each pulsation carrying the power to shake mountains.

call!

He suddenly exhaled a long breath, and a white column of air shot out from his mouth and nose, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The old man's mind suddenly focused!

The active blood and qi in the body were as if drawn by an invisible force, and suddenly collided and merged with the extremely viscous soul power. The golden and red light exploded in the meridians. Under the forceful fusion of the terrifying will, the two forces transformed into an indestructible torrent, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and crashed into that invisible bottleneck that had stood for many years!

This is far from over!

Over countless years, insights into the Golden Crocodile Martial Soul surged forth from the depths of his consciousness like a tidal wave, following a mysterious connection and precisely locking onto the Martial Soul's origin. Those understandings about power, the physical body, and the laws of heaven and earth rushed towards the Martial Soul with overwhelming force.

Rumble!

A silent roar exploded in the old man's heart, and boundless insights gathered around his martial soul, ready to be unleashed and completely integrated into it at any moment.

Just then, in the old man's perception, a barely perceptible crack quietly appeared on the bottleneck.

Without hesitation, his consciousness, encompassing all his insights, transformed into a stream of light and precisely pierced into that gap!

Snap snap—

A crisp cracking sound rang out within his body, and the bottleneck that had trapped him for many years shattered inch by inch like glass.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure far exceeding anything seen before surged into the sky. Behind the old man, a golden crocodile phantom, a thousand feet long, suddenly appeared, its scales as if cast in gold, its chilling ferocity spreading out as if to tear this world apart.

The phantom simply shook its head and wagged its tail, yet it caused the primordial energy to gather wildly for thousands of miles, the wind and clouds around it to change color, and thunder to rumble. With every move it made, it seemed to merge with heaven and earth.

hold head high--

The golden crocodile phantom let out a long, earth-shattering roar that swept across the universe, causing giant rocks in the valley to crumble. Before the roar had even faded, the phantom transformed into a dazzling golden light and crashed into the old man's body.

boom!

A terrifying aura emanated from the old man, spreading wildly in all directions, leaving deep, bottomless ravines in its wake. His body expanded at a visible speed, instantly transforming into a thousand-foot-long crocodile-shaped form, its scales gleaming, its sharp claws flashing coldly. With a gentle flick of its tail, it stirred up layers of air waves, tearing apart all the gale-force winds in the valley.

At the same time, an extremely mysterious perception quietly emerged in Golden Crocodile Douluo's mind.

It was a completely different kind of vision. Under this perspective, everything in the world lost its color, leaving only black, white and gray intertwined. Only his own body, in addition to the three colors, was adorned with tiny specks of golden light.

He subconsciously touched one of the golden lights with his consciousness.

A devout thought instantly flooded his mind—may the glory of angels fall upon the earth and drive away all evil in the world.

This is the faint trace of faith left behind by an ordinary soldier of the Angel Legion who had met him by chance many years ago.

Golden Crocodile Douluo instantly realized that these golden lights were actually the power of faith scattered throughout the world!

He was deeply shocked. After breaking through to the Limit Douluo level, he could actually clearly feel the presence of the power of faith? But why had he never heard the Grand Elder mention this before?

Exiting this strange psychic vision, Golden Crocodile Douluo's thoughts stirred, and his thousand-foot-long crocodile body rapidly shrank, transforming back into human form. He stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"I'm really getting senile!"

A moment later, Golden Crocodile Douluo patted his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is a divine inheritance Martial Soul. Reaching a certain level, isn't it perfectly normal to be able to sense the power of faith?"

Only then did he have the time to carefully sense the changes within his body.

The originally pure, mercury-like soul power was continuously flowing into the martial soul through an unseen connection. When it flowed out again, the total amount of soul power had decreased by half, but its purity had increased by a factor of 50%.

He couldn't help but sigh. When he was at the peak of his Douluo level, his soul power was like a mighty river, surging and boundless. But after being transformed into the soul power of a Limit Douluo, it was only a trickle of water.

But this seemingly weak stream contains power far exceeding that of the past!

Is this the insurmountable gap between a Limit Douluo and a Peak Douluo?

The purity of their soul power differs drastically, and their fundamental strength is worlds apart. Such a gap cannot be bridged by ordinary means.

P.S.: There's more to come.

Chapter 160 Clash of Wills, Golden Crocodile Douluo's Stumble (Bonus Chapter for 200 Monthly Tickets)

But the golden light slowly receded, and the sacred wings retracted into the body.

As I emerged from my meditation, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Xue Qinghe opened his eyes, a flash of brilliant golden light disappearing from them.

"Your Highness, a Soul Master is requesting an audience outside."

The maid's voice came from outside the door.

"what happened?"

Xue Qinghe was somewhat puzzled, so he stepped forward and opened the door.

Fortunately, even when she is alone in her room, she always dresses as a man. If she came back dressed as a woman, it would be difficult to react in time.

Outside the door stood an ordinary-looking, calm-faced girl. After Xue Qinghe opened the door, she bowed slightly and reported, "There is a Soul Master outside who says he knows Tang Shan. We dare not neglect him, so we have brought him to the reception room for now."

Xue Qinghe walked in front, with his maidservant following beside him.

Don't you recognize him?

"We don't know them. They are neither Young Master Yu Tianheng of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex nor Miss Dugu Yan of the Dugu family. We also know Xie Fei, the son of Earl Xie Tu, but this is the first time we have met someone who has come to our door."

Did he say what his name was?

He claimed to be Su Yuntao.

Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow and instructed the maid beside him, "Go to Tangshan's courtyard and find him. Tell him his elder brother has returned. I can go to the reception hall myself. Oh, and have someone prepare some tea and snacks."

"As ordered, Your Highness."

The maid agreed and quickened her pace, heading towards Tang Shan's courtyard.

……

Now my control over my Qi and blood has surpassed that of my soul power, making it quite easy for me to develop my own soul skills. Of course, self-created soul skills based on Qi and blood are more accurately described as martial arts skills.

Its power is decent, but it doesn't significantly boost one's strength, mainly because the optimal way to utilize both blood and soul power hasn't been found yet.

The books in the Spirit Hall of Heaven Dou City are not rich enough. If you can't find the answer in the books, you may have to ask Golden Crocodile Douluo for help.

It's normal for me to have some doubts about soul power cultivation since my teacher isn't around, let alone questions related to self-created soul skills.

Bang bang bang!

A gentle knock on the door woke Tang Shan from his thoughts. He turned over and stood up, casually brushing off a few strands of blue silver grass stuck to his body. As he said "Coming," he opened the door.

A maid stood outside the door. Tang Shan asked, somewhat puzzled, "Who are you?"

"His Highness the Crown Prince ordered me to find you and tell you that 'your elder brother has returned.'"

Tang Shan was taken aback—his elder brother, Su Yuntao, had returned. But why didn't he go to their father first, but instead came directly to the Crown Prince's residence to find him? Could it be that he had done something that his father couldn't know about, and wanted to come to him to plot something?

Thinking of this, Tang Shan was both excited and curious. He was excited because Su Yuntao, whom he hadn't seen for three years, had returned, and he was curious because Su Yuntao's arrival seemed somewhat sudden.

Where is His Highness?

Tangshan inquired.

"Your Highness and that Soul Master are in the reception hall."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Tang Shan nodded, then stomped his feet on the ground, his blood and qi surging slightly, his strength flowing through his limbs and bones, and with a sway of his body, he silently walked more than ten meters away.

Without using a single ounce of his soul power, relying solely on his exquisite control over his physical body and strength, he moved swiftly between the pavilions and pillars of the Crown Prince's residence, his toes barely touching the ground, displaying a truly mysterious and masterful skill reminiscent of shrinking the distance between people.

The reception hall was specially built by Xue Qinghe for visiting strangers. Since she became the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, she has been visited by a constant stream of people.

She didn't care whether these people came with good intentions or bad intentions; as long as they had a certain status or position, she would meet them in person the first time.

Then, different reception methods will be provided according to their purposes.

To avoid gossip and accusations of neglect, this special reception room was created.

The reception room occupies just over 100 square meters, which is not particularly spacious. It is constructed entirely of sandalwood, with a deep, dark color and a subtle, refreshing fragrance.

Delicate copper bells hang from the eaves, tinkling as the wind blows. The surrounding courtyard walls are covered with lush green vines, dotted with tiny white flowers. The vibrant green branches sway gently in the breeze, giving the palace an elegant yet lively appearance.

Tang Shan gently knocked on the door, and Xue Qinghe's voice came from inside: "Come in."

As I pushed open the door, a warm, yellow light streamed in, creating a very gentle ambiance.

Xue Qinghe sat to one side, opposite a young man.

The young man was tall and strong, his bronze skin glowing with a healthy sheen in the light, every inch of his muscles exuding the fierce strength honed over many years. His eyes were long and sharp, with a cold glint in the depths of his pupils, like a lone wolf lurking on the grasslands, concealing a cunning insight into people's hearts.

When he sat quietly, he exuded a calmness that came from having experienced the world, but beneath that calmness, there was a hidden, wild edge, like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath, seemingly harmless but actually harboring murderous intent.

Tangshan opened the door, and the young man subconsciously turned his head to look back. The moment their eyes met, their two wills collided violently.

One is as cunning as a wolf, yet possesses a touch of nobility and wildness, like the leader of a wolf pack, a wolf king who combines strength and wisdom.