Douluo: The Martial Soul Asura Armor, a Good Spirit Turning Evil

A few days later, the atmosphere in the foreign language department suddenly became tense.

The reason is simple: the freshman assessment, which concerns the very survival of the new students at Shrek Academy, is imminent.

This is also a key elimination method used by Shrek Academy.

Duanmu Yan walked past the bulletin board, glanced at it, and didn't stop.

It has nothing to do with him.

He's past that stage.

The nervousness and anticipation of the freshmen seemed like something from another world.

Ye Guyi was waiting for him downstairs in the dormitory building.

"The Surveillance Team's mission." She handed over a slip of paper with only a few words and a location written on it: "Investigate the Mingdou Mountains; there are signs of evil spirit masters' activities."

Duanmu Yan took the note and his gaze fell on the three words "Mingdou Mountain Range".

His fingers tightened slightly.

Mingdou Mountains...

Hmm, he seems to know what's there.

Memories from the original work suddenly surged up.

Death Messenger...

The king of evil soul masters in Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect is known as the strongest sword, spear, and cannon among evil soul masters!

He single-handedly dealt a heavy blow to the elite team of Shrek Academy's inner court. His speed was so fast that even Xuanzi, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, couldn't react in time, which led to the team's downfall.

In conclusion: God!

Duanmu Yan folded the note and tucked it into his pocket.

"When are we leaving?"

"First thing tomorrow morning."

"OK."

He turned and walked back, his mind starting to make plans.

The Grim Reaper.

He remembered that battle from the original story very clearly.

When Xuanzi arrived, the people in the inner courtyard were already lying on the ground.

But that was because the other side had exploited an information gap with Shrek; the situation is different now.

He knew the other party's methods.

For example, manipulating corpses, corpse explosions, poison, etc.

With such transparent intelligence, the enemy's combat effectiveness is reduced by at least half.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, the Soul Power level of the Death Messenger in the original work was that of a five-ring Soul King.

Moreover, it's not that time yet, and the opponent's level might even be lower.

A lowly evil spirit master, below level 50, managed to severely damage the inner academy through underhanded methods. Clever tricks like this lose their effectiveness once you understand them.

Moreover, there's also Ye Guyi.

Angelic Martial Soul is naturally effective against Evil Soul Masters.

When her purifying light shone there, at least half of the Grim Reaper's insidious methods were rendered useless.

Ye Guyi hasn't been idle for the past three months.

She couldn't enter the undead demiplane, but she never stopped her daily training and missions, and her soul power had already reached the threshold of level 56.

Two people with superior soul power, intelligence, and attribute advantage are investigating a level 50 evil soul master.

Duanmu Yan: The advantage lies with me!

But that's not the most important thing on his mind.

He pushed open the dormitory door, sat on the bed, and took out a map from his storage soul tool.

That was a map of the Douluo Continent drawn up in the Shrek Academy library. The markings were rough, but the general terrain was accurate.

But his gaze went beyond the Mingdou Mountains and landed on an area in the center of the Heavenly Soul Empire in the mountains.

There was a dense forest marked there, called Sunset, but there were no records beyond that.

But Duanmu Yan knew what was there.

The eye of ice and fire.

It's written very clearly in the original work.

A treasure land where extreme cold and extreme heat coexist, a place where rare herbs from all over the world gather.

Things like vitality even surpass the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Great Forest.

He is currently at level 66.

I'm only four levels away from level 70.

Duanmu Yan's finger lingered on the map for a long time.

Immortal herb.

This was the fastest way he could think of to reach level 70 in a short period of time.

It's faster than the undead demiplane, faster than hunting evil spirit masters, and faster than any conventional cultivation.

The question is—can he not find it?

The location of the Yin-Yang Well in the original work is described ambiguously. It is only known that it is deep in the Sunset Forest, but there are no specific coordinates for where it is or how to get in.

Moreover, it seems that Tang San tampered with the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well after he became a god.

Duanmu Yan had already experienced that person's desire to control "opportunities" in the original work.

Huo Yuhao was able to get in because Tang San chose him, thus giving him the green light all the way.

But he is not Huo Yuhao.

He is a time traveler, a variable, a person who does not exist in the original story.

Would Tang San give him the green light? Duanmu Yan thought it was unlikely.

It's even possible that precisely because he's a variable, he'll be deliberately avoided.

Duanmu Yan put the map away and leaned against the headboard.

Thinking about these things is useless.

The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye is definitely deep within the Sunset Forest; this is the only confirmed information.

Once you get there, you can look for it. If you find it, it's luck; if you don't, it's normal.

He's never been one to live by luck.

Moreover, even if we can't find the immortal herb, reaching level 66 to 70 isn't an unattainable goal.

Keep farming the undead demiplane, keep killing evil spirit masters, and it's not impossible to reach level 70 before the tournament.

The herb is a shortcut, not the only path.

Duanmu Yan checked the contents of the storage soul tool.

I brought everything I needed for the journey.

Duanmu Yan also brought along the prototype of Xingtian's summoning device. Although it couldn't be of much help, he could continue to refine it when he had time on the way.

He lay down and stared at the ceiling.

The Grim Reaper's investigation wasn't urgent. With Ye Guyi around, a level 50 evil spirit master was no big problem. Besides, their mission was only to investigate, not to eliminate.

Let's go take a look around Sunset Forest first.

It would be best if we could find it.

Cannot find—

Then rely on yourself, hacking your way up to level 70, one strike at a time.

Duanmu Yan closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became even.

……

God Realm, Poseidon Temple.

The azure palace floats above the sea of ​​clouds, surrounded by endless streams of water.

Those waters come from the void and return to the void, cycling endlessly, never ceasing.

The hall was empty and silent, with only the huge sea god statue in the center standing with its eyes lowered, holding a trident, its face blurred in the light and shadow.

Tang San sat deep within the temple, with a mirror formed from water ripples floating in front of him.

The mirror reflected the scene of the lower world.

At Shrek Academy, by Poseidon Lake, a blue-haired boy sat in front of a grilled fish stall, frantically flipping the fish on the iron rack.

A short-haired boy was standing next to him, smiling as he ate grilled fish.

Tang San's lips curled up slightly.

"Hehehe—"

Laughter echoed through the empty temple, carrying a hint of smug satisfaction.

His grand plan, spanning millennia, is proceeding smoothly and methodically!

His daughter has successfully split into two and entered Shrek Academy as "Wang Dong'er," establishing contact with Huo Yuhao.

The trajectory of the chosen one is progressing according to his plan, with each step landing precisely on the nodes he has laid out.

Tang San was satisfied.

Huo Yuhao was the dog he chose.

Under his interference, he will become the perfect son-in-law of the Tang family, and ultimately become an indispensable pawn for him to dominate the Douluo Continent.

Everything was perfect.

Tang San shifted his gaze from the mirror to another small mirror in the corner of the temple.

The image in the mirror was blurry, as if seen through a thick fog; only a dark purple figure could be vaguely seen in the grayish-white void.

There were no specific details, no clear images, and even the outline of the figure kept changing, as if some force was actively blocking his prying eyes.

Tang San's smile faded slightly.

variable.

The only variable.

Where did that person come from, why did they appear, and where will they go in the future?

He couldn't see through it all.

The fog blocked his vision and also blocked his control.