Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Simulating Godhood

[This is an extremely rare plant-type soul beast, renowned for its hallucinogenic and mental attacks. It cannot move or bite, but its most terrifying ability is to create illusions, immersing intruders in their deepest desires and fears until their spirits completely collapse and their souls wither, becoming its nourishment. You take a deep breath, feeling both amazed and exhilarated. One hundred thousand years—this Corpse Fragrance Demon Flower is undoubtedly one hundred thousand years old. Although it's not purely a life-attribute being, its ability to grow to this level demonstrates that its vitality has reached an extremely high level.]

You take a step forward, unleashing the full power of the Golden Blue Silver Emperor's aura. Four spirit rings rise in succession, their golden-green light enveloping you. The Corpse Fragrance Demon Flower's bud trembles violently, as if sensing a threat, and an even more intense wave of spiritual energy surges towards you like a tidal wave.

The next second, the scene before your eyes completely changed.

You find yourself standing in a magnificent, golden palace, your feet resting on gleaming jade bricks. Neatly arranged processions line both sides, and countless nobles in their finest robes kneel before you, bowing in submission. On a high platform, a throne, its surface shimmering with light, awaits your presence. Outside the palace, the cheers of millions of subjects surge forth like waves.

"Once you sit on it, you will be the sole emperor of this continent. No more hiding, no more toil; all will submit to your feet." A gentle yet seductive voice whispers in your ear, like the closest friend guiding you to the best choice.

Your steps faltered slightly, your gaze falling upon the throne, a cold smile slowly creeping onto your lips.

"The Golden Ancient Tree is broken."

[As you silently chanted, the crimson 100,000-year soul ring in your dantian suddenly erupted with a vast, star-like power of rules, slashing outwards like an invisible sword. The magnificent palaces, the kneeling nobles, and the cheering citizens shattered like bubbles the moment the power of rules swept over them, disintegrating into countless tiny specks of light.]

[Your gaze returns to the deep purple imaginary space. The Corpse-Scented Arum's flower bud trembles violently, emitting a near-angry mental shriek; clearly, the breaking of its hallucinogenic ability has caused it significant backlash. You sneer, and taking advantage of its momentary lapse in recovery, you unleash your strongest attack.]

[Your right fist, imbued with immense soul power and the power of rules, slammed into the thick stem of the Corpse Fragrance Demon Flower like a golden-green meteor. With a deafening boom, the stem snapped, purple sap splattering everywhere, and the grotesque giant flower bud crashed heavily to the ground with a dull thud. The entire imaginary space began to shake violently, countless cracks appearing like a shattered mirror.]

You took a breath, withdrew your fist, and watched as the 100,000-year-old Corpse Fragrance Demon Flower slowly withered and shrank before you, finally condensing into a crimson spirit ring, quietly floating in mid-air, radiating an alluring purple aura. You stepped forward, sat cross-legged, and reached out to guide the spirit ring slowly closer to your feet.

[Fifth Soul Ring, 100,000 years. This time, you didn't rely on anyone's sacrifice, but obtained it through your own hunting efforts.]

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"Hunting a 100,000-year-old soul beast solo, and it's even a hallucinogenic one! That's awesome!"

"However, it was countered by the Golden Ancient Tree Soul Ring, so it was a shortcut."

"I didn't expect to be so lucky in this simulation."

In the real world, Zhang Liang was both shocked and excited when he saw this.

The simulation is still ongoing.

You sit cross-legged amidst the crumbling fragments of the imaginary space. The crimson 100,000-year soul ring slowly descends to your feet, like a purple sun sinking into the sea, enveloping you in a warm and profound halo. The soul power of the Corpse Fragrance Demon Flower resonates strongly with your Golden Blue Silver Emperor Soul Ring. Hallucinogenic and life-giving energies intertwine and collide within your body, ultimately achieving a perfect balance in a subtle way.

This absorption process was far longer than the one with the Golden Ancient Tree. After all, this was a 100,000-year-old soul beast that you personally hunted. Although its will had dissipated, residual spiritual fluctuations still lingered within the soul ring. You had to dedicate a portion of your spiritual power to soothe and assimilate those remaining fragments of will, completely transforming them into a part of yourself.

After three full hours, the crimson spirit ring finally merged completely into your body, transforming into the fifth spirit ring that slowly rose from beneath your feet, complementing the previous four rings and creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Two clear pieces of information about soul skills simultaneously flooded into your mind.

[First Soul Skill, Imaginary Space. You can instantly pull yourself and a designated target into a different dimension you create. In this world, all laws are yours to dictate; you are heaven, you are earth, you are the sole ruler. The size, shape, and rules of the imaginary space can be freely shaped to your liking. Whether used to trap enemies, fight, or evade pursuit, it is an unparalleled domain-type divine skill.]

[Second Soul Skill, Void Exile. You can forcibly exile any target to an unknown void, a place of absolute nothingness, devoid of time, space, and energy. All existence will slowly dissipate in this endless void. Even a god-level expert falling into it may not escape unscathed, and for those below the god level, it's essentially a death sentence. This is your strongest trump card to date, a truly ultimate means to kill enemies beyond your level and even threaten gods.]

You slowly opened your eyes, a deep purple light flashing in the depths of your pupils before returning to calm. Looking down at the five slowly rotating spirit rings at your feet, a smile involuntarily curved your lips.

[However, the surprises weren't over yet. You stood up, your gaze falling on the withered remains of the Corpse-Scented Arum. Although the enormous flower bud was shriveled and dried up, a translucent purple crystal at the core of its pistil was emitting a soft glow, standing out starkly against the backdrop of decaying remains.]

You walked over, bent down, and picked it up. It felt warm and smooth as jade to your touch, with wisps of purple light flowing within, like a miniature starry sky sealed within. You recognized its origin at a glance: a 100,000-year-old head spirit bone, formed from the core spiritual essence of the Corpse Fragrance Demon Flower—the most superior of all spirit bones.

You take a deep breath and, without hesitation, place the soul bone on your forehead. The instant the soul bone touches your skin, a cool and vast spiritual power surges into your mind like a tidal wave, like countless streams flowing into a great river, constantly expanding the limits of your spiritual power. You close your eyes, feeling your spiritual world expanding, solidifying, and ascending in dimensionality at an astonishing speed. Those previously vague perceptions become incredibly clear, and those previously unreachable boundaries are constantly pushed further away.

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