Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Feng Xiaotian remained silent for a while before speaking: "Brother Yang, is your departure this time related to the gods?"

Yang Ping'an didn't deny it: "Actually, compared to Bibi Dong and the other two, the four of you aren't that far away."

"At your current age, once you break through to the Title Douluo level, you will basically be the youngest Title Douluo in the history of the Soul Master world."

"Especially with your current martial souls and opportunities, as long as you cultivate diligently, even if you don't reach level 100, reaching level 99 shouldn't be too much of a problem. Especially Brother Feng, you are a rare person with innate full soul power and a benign mutated martial soul. Among soul masters of the same level, it is almost impossible to encounter an opponent."

Everyone fell silent again after hearing Yang Ping'an's words.

Shui Bing'er seemed a little worried: "Ping An, will you encounter any danger this time you go out?"

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but laugh: "Bing'er, you don't need to worry about me. I've actually completed most of my assessment. There shouldn't be anything too dangerous going on. It'll just take a little more time at most."

"However, Bing'er, you must also cultivate diligently. In the future, many gods will likely appear on the Douluo Continent, and the Douluo Continent will probably usher in a rare war of gods. At that time, there will probably be a world-destroying power."

Feng Xiaotian seemed to have been provoked, and raised his wine cup to Yang Ping'an, saying, "Brother Yang, I have truly learned a lot. I will be going into seclusion starting tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't be able to see you off."

Yang Ping'an picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Feng Xiaotian's: "Brother Feng, your hard work is evident to all, and your talent is also top-notch. I hope you will go even further on the path of a Soul Master."

The other three also raised their glasses, each seemingly full of fighting spirit, and each seemingly with an incredibly clear goal in mind.

After everyone left, Shui Bing'er seemed extremely attached to Yang Ping'an. The path to godhood was definitely fraught with peril, and Yang Ping'an would have to face it all alone.

Shui Bing'er seemed very hesitant: "Ping An, when are you leaving?"

Yang Ping'an's eyes seemed a little unfocused, but quickly became incredibly resolute: "Bing'er, I'm leaving tomorrow. My return date is uncertain. Maybe I'll be back in a year or two, or maybe it will be much longer. Be careful."

"If you really encounter danger, take your loved ones to Seagod Island. You are the next High Priest of the Seagod, and you will be absolutely safe there. Even the gods cannot underestimate you."

Shui Bing'er seemed a little puzzled: "Are gods really that powerful? Is the process of becoming a god really that dangerous?"

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but smile: "Silly girl, you don't need to worry about me. Becoming a god is not difficult for me. I'm just a little worried about your safety, especially since things are unpredictable in the future."

"If you encounter great danger and don't even have the chance to go to Poseidon Island, then you should enter the core area of ​​the far north. There is a legend that the Ice God's legacy is there. Your martial spirit is extremely compatible with the Ice God, so there might be a glimmer of hope."

……

The next day, Yang Ping'an left the Elemental Academy alone, preparing to head to the Death Forest again.

However, when Yang Ping'an stepped into the Death Forest again, the entire Death Forest seemed to have changed once more. The soul beasts inside seemed to have become extremely ferocious, as if they had lost some kind of restraint, especially the Thunderous Hell Vine, which appeared to be incredibly crazy.

When Yang Ping'an stepped into the Death God's Palace again, the King of Eeries seemed to have been waiting for Yang Ping'an's return.

"Yang Ping'an, it seems you're well-prepared for the Grim Reaper's next test. You must have anticipated the difficulty of the upcoming test."

At this moment, Yang Ping'an felt that the strength of the Strange King was not as unattainable as before, and even seemed to be much weaker than when he last met him, and was not as high and mighty as a god.

Yang Ping'an bowed slightly: "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Death. I want to complete the next test as soon as possible, and I want to become the new Death God as soon as possible."

The Mysterious King appeared completely casual: "You should have already come into contact with the other gods, so you should know even more clearly that the God of Death has fallen and can no longer help you. The next test will depend on your own strength."

Yang Ping'an's eyes showed unwavering determination: "Whether human or god, soul masters need to cultivate on their own. Otherwise, even if they inherit the strongest godhood, it will be meaningless and they will only be the weakest god in the world."

A hint of appreciation appeared in the eyes of the Mysterious King: "Good awareness, as expected of the person I chose. Next, I will conduct the final three tests for you. If you fail the tests, you may not die, but it may be a hundred or a thousand times more painful than death."

With a wave of his hand, the space seemed to change rapidly. Yang Ping'an followed the King of the Strange and seemed to have arrived in a mysterious world, which was the Underworld where he had completed the test at the River of Oblivion.

However, compared to before, the whole world seems to have changed. There is no longer anything strange about this world, not even a trace of living or dead people. The whole world is empty.

When Yang Ping'an returned to the vicinity of the River of Oblivion, he finally discovered the changes in this world. What was originally an unknown and empty space on the other side of the River of Oblivion had now become a huge pagoda, which was none other than the Tower of Death where he had trained.

To truly access the Tower of the Dead, one must cross the River of Oblivion and walk across the Bridge of Helplessness. Yang Ping'an felt that this process was filled with horror and unknown terror.

The Mysterious King appeared before Yang Ping'an: "The Tower of Death is right across from you. As long as you can pick up the Tower of Death, you will have passed the seventh test."

"However, the Bridge of Helplessness is one of the most dangerous places in the world. It will erase all your memories, and even all your soul power and spiritual power. If you get lost in it, you will stay in this world like a walking corpse for the rest of your life. Perhaps this is the greatest punishment in the world."

Yang Ping'an was shocked. He never imagined that there was such a test in the world. What was the purpose of the test?

As Yang Ping'an remembered it, the trials for inheriting the divine throne were basically all about training the Soul Master, from the physical body to the soul, and even to every part of the body. In essence, it was about gradually transforming the Soul Master's physical body into a divine body, and finally, by receiving the divine throne, one could become a god.

But Death's test seems to be completely different; there seems to be some great secret involved, or even some unknown possibility.

Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of a question: "Excuse me, Lord Death, I remember you once said that the Death Palace is located in the Tower of Death. Does that mean I just went to the other side of the River of Oblivion?"

A rare smile appeared on the face of the Mysterious King: "You're quite alert. I remember you humans have a saying: 'To see a mountain as not a mountain, only because you are in the mountain itself.' You are now in this small world, which is also the Tower of Death. What difference is there between being inside and outside the tower?"

Yang Ping'an's face looked extremely ugly at this moment. He had indeed heard this sentence before, but it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven to understand it. He seemed to be trapped in a dead end. He was inside the tower, yet he also seemed to be outside the tower. He seemed to have entered a very strange circle.

Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth and walked step by step toward the Bridge of Helplessness.

Just as the King of Ghosts said, when he entered the Bridge of Helplessness, as soon as he took one step, it seemed that some kind of memory began to slip away from his mind. Especially as he stepped further in, more and more memories were lost, and his mind was both confused and clear, as if he had forgotten many things.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an seemed to be in immense pain, as if he were facing an extremely difficult choice. Continuing forward might make him forget everything, while taking a step back seemed to allow him to remember things, but it was also like falling into an abyss.

"My name is Yang Ping'an. I come from Blue Star. This is Douluo Continent. My father's name is Yu Xiaohui and my mother's name is Yang Yulan. I have struggled for countless years to avenge my father, and now I have finally succeeded in doing so."

When Yang Ping'an took the last step across the Bridge of Helplessness, he tried his best to recall everything from his life, but the sky seemed to suddenly spin, and countless memories seemed to flood into his mind. When Yang Ping'an opened his eyes again, he was back at the moment before he stepped onto the Bridge of Helplessness.

Yang Ping'an glanced around, especially at the Tower of Death, as if he remembered that he had come here to complete the God of Death's test, and the Tower of Death across the river was the target of this test.

Thinking of this, Yang Ping'an stepped onto the Bridge of Helplessness once again, and his memories began to fade again. When his memories were completely gone, Yang Ping'an tried his best to recall his past and present lives, and it seemed that he returned to the Bridge of Helplessness in an instant.

Time and again, one steps onto the Bridge of Helplessness, only to return to it again and again. It's as if one's memories are being deleted and restored repeatedly, as if trapped in a bizarre cycle.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ping'an suddenly felt extremely terrified. He felt as if he had fallen into a strange cycle, and he even felt as if he was losing his way. The entire underworld was like an enormous cage, a cage that seemed to repeat itself infinitely, and Yang Ping'an was just an ordinary member of the cage.

When Yang Ping'an was about to step onto the Bridge of Helplessness once again, he seemed to hesitate a little.

"It feels like I've crossed this Bridge of Helplessness before, like I've taken this step before, but why does it feel like I've returned to where I started?"

"Who am I, and why am I here?"

"Where am I? Who am I?"

"Why did I say 'again'? Have I been here before?"

……

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ping'an regained all his memories, but at this moment he appeared extremely terrified, bewildered, and even terrified. The Bridge of Helplessness before him seemed like an unknown behemoth, as if it was gradually devouring him.

This is not about devouring Yang Ping'an's soul power, nor his memories, nor his body; it's more like an inescapable cycle.

The eerie king in the sky seemed to be staring intently at Yang Ping'an, muttering to himself, "The Grim Reaper's test isn't that simple, and the power of death isn't so easy to master. I hope you can get through this, otherwise you'll be stuck here forever. This isn't just a simple, scary statement." (End of Chapter)