Douluo Continent I: Martial Soul Demon Void Luo, adaptable to all things!

A narrow space in the mind.

The moment a Soul Master absorbs a Soul Beast's Soul Ring, their Soul Powers intertwine and permeate each other. In that brief instant, a delicate and fragile interlayer is formed between Soul Power, Spirit, and Soul.

This space exists nowhere, yet it truly exists within each process of absorbing a spirit ring. It is formless and intangible; only spirit masters with sufficiently strong spiritual power can perceive and enter it.

In order to ensure the success of the Soul Technique, Mo Le had been preparing for this trip for a long time.

A soul tool engraved with complex runes was quietly placed between Mo Le, Meng Yiran, and the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent.

That was a soul tool he had spent months researching, forging, polishing, improving, and experimenting with, and it was engraved with a contract array.

[Contract Soul Guidance Device: Its core function is to assist Soul Masters in establishing Soul Spirit Contracts with Soul Beasts. Its functions are similar to: Poké Ball, Contract Scroll, Cooperative Equality Agreement, etc.]

As long as this thing exists, if the soul power, spirit, and soul of the soul master and the soul beast reach a consensus, the soul beast can integrate into the soul ring with its complete consciousness, transforming into a soul spirit and coexisting with the soul master. The soul master will then be able to obtain a Wisdom Soul Ring, a Spirit Ring, and a soul spirit companion.

but!

The soul contract between a soul master and a soul beast has one prerequisite: both parties must be willing.

As a Soul Master, Meng Yiran naturally had no objections. She had already been moved by the prospects described by Mo Le, and at this moment, she felt only anticipation and trust.

But what about soul beasts?

Would a crested serpent with a phoenix tail be willing?

Living in the forest, you eat grasshoppers when you're hungry and drink dew when you're thirsty, carefree and happy. But suddenly two old and young Deng appear, wanting to kill you. You can't fight them off, so you can only run. After running for a while, suddenly a group of humans appear and beat you up, first binding you, then burning you, and then electrocuting you.

Even now, they still want you to become the slave of Little Deng, who initially wanted to kill you, and to be his dog. Are you willing to do that?

Who would want that!

In situations like this, the brave ones will only fight to the death with the opponent, hoping to take one person down with them.

Phoenix-tailed Crested Snake: Just because a venomous snake or python doesn't show its power doesn't mean you think I'm a harmless green snake!

Mo Le knew that the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent would not agree.

Therefore, he planned to enter that spiritual chasm himself.

This was for the purpose of an experiment.

Within the confines of the mind, all is calm and tranquil.

In this gray and white void, two faint lights and shadows intertwined.

That was Meng Yiran's spiritual power, which was slowly coming into contact with and probing the soul power and soul remnant of the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent during the process of soul power fusion.

Meng Yiran had the upper hand, her spiritual power attempting to directly devour the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent; while the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent's soul remnant, formed from its last remaining spiritual power, was putting up a fierce resistance, but was still at a disadvantage.

However, with the assistance of external contract soul tools, no matter who gained the upper hand between Meng Yiran and the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent, they were ultimately unable to completely end this tug-of-war.

Contract Soul Tool: I'm here to help you sign contracts, build bonds, and become partners. I'm not here to watch you fight, or to see one of you kill the other.

at the same time.

The spiritual entity formed by Mo Le's outward spiritual projection also entered this space. He was like an uninvited visitor.

As soon as I came in, I saw Chang Wei fighting. Ugh!

It was Meng Yiran who was fighting the Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Snake.

Seeing this, his gaze remained calm, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Now, I really should take control of you all."

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A moment later.

Faced with the peak of the Spiritual Realm of Morona, all seemingly unsolvable problems become simple.

Indeed, there is no conflict in this world that cannot be resolved with fists.

If one punch isn't enough, then throw another, until everyone is satisfied.

And so, with Mo Le's physical (and mental) persuasion, Meng Yiran and the Phoenix-tailed Crested Snake both smiled and shook hands to make peace.

The Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent's soul power ceased its struggle, and Meng Yiran's soul power, no longer forceful, instead unfolded and slowly enveloped the other.

The animosity between the two sides vanished.

Immediately afterwards, with the assistance of the contracted soul tool, the soul power of the two began to slowly merge. All the soul power of the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent gradually merged into the depths of Meng Yiran's spirit.

This process was extremely painful for Meng Yiran.

To allow the soul of a thousand-year-old spirit beast to inhabit one's own brain and mind—it's obvious that it's impossible. It's too large; how could it possibly contain it? The slightest mistake would result in a mental breakdown, complete destruction of consciousness, or the explosion of brain matter, turning the person into an idiot who can only babble "Aba aba aba."

But with Morle's help.

The soul power that was originally enough to turn Meng Yiran into an idiot or even cause her brain to explode was sorted out, suppressed, and guided layer by layer by him, and finally transformed into the limit that the other party could just bear.

His spiritual power was like that of a skilled sculptor, meticulously shaping the surging torrent of soul power flowing into Meng Yiran's mind, allowing it to flow slowly along the other's spiritual meridians.

Moreover, nurtured by this pure soul power, Meng Yiran's spiritual power continued to rise.

In reality, she could feel her consciousness becoming clearer and her perception becoming more acute. The originally blurred mental boundaries were expanding and strengthening layer by layer.

Mo Le knew that Meng Yiran's spiritual power was steadily advancing from the Spirit Origin Realm to the Spirit Connection Realm.

Sensing that everything was progressing steadily and smoothly, he understood. Experiments must be conducted step by step, not blindly and recklessly; otherwise, injuries and pain would be minor matters, but once a failure occurs, there would be no second chance.

Then Meng Yiran's life was completely ruined.

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In the real world, two and a half hours have passed.

The group set up camp around Mo Le, Meng Yiran, and the Phoenix-tailed Crested Snake.

The campfire had already burned out once and had been rekindled.

Zhao Wuji stood a little distance away, silently watching his surroundings, but his gaze would occasionally drift towards Mo Le.

Snake Granny Chaotianxiang was restless, pacing back and forth, then sitting down again to stare at her granddaughter. She only had one granddaughter.

She raised her with love and care since she was a baby. If anything were to happen to her, this old woman wouldn't want to live anymore.

"Why isn't it better yet..." the snake woman muttered to herself, the wrinkles on her forehead twice as deep as when she arrived.

The Shrek members were also extremely anxious.

They didn't say that Mo Le was their companion.

Take Mo Le for example. His "Soul Spirit Technique" is a bit too mystical. Preserving the consciousness of a soul beast and transforming it into a spirit body to coexist with the soul master sounds like a fairy tale made up by a bard.

Is this soul-soul magic really that good?

Dai Mubai leaned against a tree trunk with his arms crossed, his face grave. Zhu Zhuqing, who was surveying the surroundings, kept glancing at Mo Le's position with her cat-like eyes. Xiao Wu sat beside Tang San, her fingers unconsciously tugging at a blade of grass. Ning Rongrong folded her hands on her knees, appearing calm, but her gaze never left the closed-eyed Mo Le.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun squatted together, neither of them saying a word.

Just then—

[The specific ratios between the realms of spiritual power and soul power are detailed in the comments at the end of this chapter.]