Rise in Douluo Continent with the help of bean buns

After parting ways with Tang Ya and Bei Bei, Huo Yuhao ventured alone into the deeper reaches of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The boy's back was slender yet straight, clutching the White Tiger Dagger left by his mother in his hand. He would stop every few steps and activate his Spirit Eye Martial Soul to scan his surroundings.

His pale purple eyes held a wary look, but also a tenacious spirit that refused to admit defeat. He had just reached level ten and was at the critical juncture of breaking through to the Soul Master realm. His sole purpose for this trip was to hunt for his first Soul Ring.

Lin Chen followed silently from three miles away, his footsteps as light as a breeze.

He could clearly sense the boy's soul power fluctuations. He was a level ten soul warrior, with refined but meager soul power and no soul rings, exactly as described in the original work.

The deeper you go, the denser the forest becomes, and the dimmer the light gets.

The towering ancient trees had branches and leaves that blocked out the sun, allowing sunlight to filter through only small, dappled patches. The ground was covered with a thick layer of decaying leaves, which felt soft and barely made a sound when stepped on.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the leaves and the occasional low growls of spirit beasts in the distance.

Huo Yuhao slowed his pace even further, his back tense, and his palms were already damp with sweat.

He knew he was weak; as a level 10 Soul Master, venturing alone into this place, he risked being devoured by beasts if he wasn't careful.

But he had no way out. If he wanted to become stronger and forge his own path, he had to overcome this hurdle.

He was carefully walking around a thicket of thorny brambles when, as soon as he put his foot down, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his eyes.

Almost instinctively, he suddenly turned and stepped back!

  

Just as he turned to the side, the low bushes in front of him suddenly exploded! A gray-yellow figure, accompanied by a foul stench, darted out like an arrow, its sharp claws grazing his shoulder, tearing his clothes and leaving a shallow bloodstain.

It's a wind baboon!

The soul beast was about the size of an adult wolfhound, covered in rough, grayish-yellow fur, with unusually long arms that reached past its knees, and claws at the ends that gleamed coldly.

Its face was ferocious, with protruding fangs, and a pair of small, scarlet eyes were fixed on Huo Yuhao, filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

Ten-year-old soul beast, Wind Baboon.

Huo Yuhao's heart pounded, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the White Tiger Dagger and charged forward.

The man and the beast instantly became entangled in a fierce battle.

Three miles away, Lin Chen stopped behind a thick ancient tree, his aura completely concealed, leaving only a thin vine to sense and firmly lock onto the direction of the battlefield.

The battle unfolded exactly as it did in the original story.

Huo Yuhao had weak soul power and little combat experience, so he barely managed to hold his own by relying on his tenacity and the sharpness of the White Tiger Dagger.

He dodged awkwardly, his shoulders and arms bearing several claw marks. His soul power was being depleted rapidly, his breathing soon became heavy like a broken bellows, and his steps began to falter.

The wind baboon grew fiercer with each battle, roaring and lunging repeatedly, each strike aimed straight for vital points.

Just as the wind baboon leaped up and pounced with all its might, at the critical moment when there was no way to avoid it, the White Tiger Dagger in Huo Yuhao's hand suddenly shone with a faint white light.

The dagger seemed to have absorbed the wind baboon's life force on its own, and a foot-long flash of cold light suddenly burst forth, slicing diagonally across the wind baboon's chest with perfect precision.

A soft "plop" sound.

The howling of the wind baboon abruptly ceased.

It crashed heavily to the ground, its limbs twitched a few times, and then it was completely lifeless. A wound more than a foot long was on its chest, deep enough to expose the bone, and even its heart had been ripped open.

Huo Yuhao staggered a few steps, exhausted, and leaned against a large tree behind him, panting heavily. The White Tiger Dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter. He was covered in sweat and blood, his chest heaving violently, and his vision blurred.

Won.

He really did kill a ten-year-old soul beast.

Before he could even catch his breath, a strong wave of dizziness washed over him. His soul power was completely exhausted, and with the added effects of blood loss and exhaustion, his body went limp, and he slid down the tree trunk to the ground.

Beside the corpse of the wind baboon, a ring of shimmering white spirit slowly appeared.

Lin Chen sensed all of this from afar, without making a move.

He knew that the real show was about to begin.

Sure enough, it only took a few breaths.

Without warning, a thin layer of white frost suddenly appeared on the ground beneath Huo Yuhao, and the cold air spread rapidly along the soil and grass, causing the surrounding temperature to drop abruptly, as if it had instantly plunged from late spring into the dead of winter.

The ground rose slightly, and the soil slid down, revealing a large, snow-white, crystal-clear silkworm that slowly emerged from the ground.

It was plump and round, with ten pale golden lines evenly distributed on its body. It was surrounded by a faint icy mist, making it look adorable and without any trace of the ferocity of a beast.

But as soon as this seemingly harmless giant silkworm appeared, the chirping of insects and birds within a hundred feet radius instantly fell silent. All the low-level soul beasts prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, without even the courage to raise their heads.

Lin Chen, three miles away, felt an indescribable and terrifying spiritual force suddenly spread out from that direction!

boom--

There was no real sound, yet it was like an invisible giant wave sweeping across the entire forest.

His spiritual sea trembled slightly, and he subconsciously held his breath, suppressing his aura to the extreme.

Even the lingering aftershocks had such a sense of oppression.

The spiritual power of a million-year-old soul beast is terrifying.

[A burst of super-level mental power was detected. Source: Three miles southeast.]

Judgment: The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm has broken free from its dormancy and fully unleashed its spiritual power.

Strength assessment: Far surpasses ordinary Limit Douluo, and has completely intimidated low-level soul beasts in the current area.

Warning: Do not use any proactive mental probes; there is a very small chance they will be detected by the target.

Doubao's notification sound carried a subtle fluctuation, clearly also affected by this mental force.

Lin Chen immediately cut off all active probing, even reducing the vine perception to the weakest passive state, retaining only the most basic aura lock.

He was like a withered branch growing on a tree, slowing his breathing to the extreme, completely locking down his soul power fluctuations, giving the other party no chance to detect anything.

With a safe distance of three li, the cover provided by the scent of vegetation, and the utmost concealment of one's presence, there should be no chance of failure.

In the center of the arena, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm swayed its round body, glanced at the boy on the ground, then at the corpse of the wind baboon and the white soul ring beside it, its tone carrying a hint of disdain mixed with a hint of satisfaction.

"Tsk, ten years of Wind Baboon training, that's too shabby. But this kid has a good character, daring to break in alone as a level ten Soul Master, ruthless and tenacious. His spiritual attributes are also pure, just right for me."

It muttered a couple of words, and regardless of whether Huo Yuhao could hear it or not, its immense spiritual power, wrapped in its primordial strength, silently entered the boy's brow.

There was no grand ceremony, no impassioned declaration.

The body of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm gradually became transparent, transforming into a pale golden stream of light that flowed into Huo Yuhao's sea of ​​consciousness through his brow.

The white spirit ring that originally belonged to the Wind Baboon was pushed aside by an invisible force, and in its place, a spirit ring with a darker color and a more vast aura slowly landed on the boy.

The primordial power of millions of years began to merge with the boy's spiritual sea. The voice of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm rang in Huo Yuhao's sea of ​​consciousness, with a hint of laziness and a hint of solemnity. It spoke of its origins, the years in the far north, the experience of being captured and taken to the core of the Star Dou, and the significance of this sacrifice.

The unconscious boy frowned slightly, but his body instinctively accepted this vast power.

He didn't know that his life, which was supposed to be ordinary, would completely deviate from its original trajectory from this moment on.

The spiritual power of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm is becoming stronger and more refined.

In order for Huo Yuhao's body to successfully accept it, it had to seal and compress its million-year-old primordial power layer by layer, gradually injecting it into the boy's spiritual sea. This process required extremely strong mental control and also needed to shake the barriers of the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

The vast spiritual power surged like the rising tide, wave after wave, constantly impacting the barriers of the boy's consciousness and the surrounding space.

Three miles away, Lin Chen held his breath, quietly sensing the trajectory of that rising spiritual power.

He can accurately capture the fluctuations in power and predict when the peak will arrive.

He knew that the most crucial moment was approaching.

Electrolux's remnant soul can only be drawn out by the spatial tremors at the very moment when his spiritual power reaches its peak during the sacrifice. A slight miscalculation will result in a missed opportunity.

His fingertips were already lightly resting on the wooden box deep inside the bag, but he did not immediately break the seal.

Wait a little longer.

Time passed slowly, and the integration progressed steadily.

The moment Meng Bingcan's spiritual power reached its peak, and its vast power fully assaulted Huo Yuhao's sea of ​​consciousness barrier—

hum.

A very subtle, almost imperceptible tremor spread silently through the void.

The spiritual power of a million years was too vast, and it forcefully impacted the spatial barrier here, causing a barely perceptible fold. A tiny crack, which appeared in an instant, quietly bloomed in the air above Huo Yuhao's head.

The rift existed for less than a ten-thousandth of a second. Not only was Huo Yuhao unconscious, but even the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, which was fully controlling the fusion, did not notice this insignificant spatial fluctuation.

But from this fleeting rift, a wisp of extremely ancient and extremely weak divine consciousness drifted out along the spatial turbulence.

That wisp of remnant soul was as faint as a wisp of smoke, which would completely dissipate with a gust of wind.

Its aura was ancient and deathly still, carrying the weariness of traversing endless planes and drifting through countless years. Although it was extremely weak, it faintly exuded an aura of majesty that looked down upon all living beings.

The Necromancer, Elex.

This once supreme being, who traversed countless planes, fell from grace, and his remaining wisp of soul drifted in the spatial turbulence for countless years.

If it weren't for the million-year spiritual power of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm breaking through this tiny crack, he might have continued to drift until he was completely annihilated in the chaos.

The moment the remnant soul drifted out of the rift, it instinctively drifted towards the nearest stable source of spiritual energy.

Not far away, Huo Yuhao was at the core of the fusion, his spiritual sea fully open, continuously receiving the power of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm.

A vibrant, stable, and rapidly growing spiritual sea is an ideal refuge for a remnant soul that is extremely weak.

Following the original story, this wisp of remnant soul would naturally drift into the boy's brow, drawn by spiritual power, and slumber and nurture within his spiritual sea. One day in the future, it would awaken, becoming one of his greatest opportunities, accompanying him through countless storms and leaving behind countless legends.

The remnant soul drifted slowly, its direction precise, pointing directly at Huo Yuhao's brow.

Three miles away, on an ancient tree, Lin Chen finally applied slight pressure with his fingertips and gripped the mechanism of the wooden box.

After waiting for several years and planning for hundreds of days and nights.

The most crucial moment has finally arrived.