Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Simulating Godhood

[After an unknown amount of time, you opened your eyes again, only to find that your mental strength was several times greater than before. Every detail within your field of vision was crystal clear; even the dust particles floating in the air were clearly discernible. At the same time, two entirely new abilities also surfaced in your consciousness.]

[The first ability granted to you by the head soul bone is Spiritual Annihilation. You can concentrate all your spiritual power into a single beam to directly attack the target's soul and spiritual essence, ignoring physical defenses. Once hit, the target will suffer severe spiritual damage and fall into a coma at best, and their soul will disintegrate, resulting in instant death. This is an extremely domineering attack method, and when used in conjunction with the Imaginary Space, it becomes an unstoppable combo.]

[The second ability, Hallucinogenic Domain. A mental domain unfolds centered on you, causing all targets within it to fall into hallucinations of varying degrees. The strong and determined may be able to resist with difficulty, but the weak will succumb completely the moment the domain opens, becoming puppets under your will. Unlike the hallucinogenic effects of the Corpse Fragrance Devil's Flower, your Hallucinogenic Domain is purer and more controllable, enough to change the course of a battle in an instant.]

Standing still, feeling the immense energy surging within you, almost overflowing, you couldn't help but exhale a long breath. Five spirit rings, two 100,000-year spirit bones, two domain-type divine skills, a banishment-type ultimate technique… your overall combat strength far exceeds what a level 50 Spirit King should be like, and even in the entire Spirit Emperor realm, there might not be anyone who can directly confront you.

What excites you even more is that after absorbing this 100,000-year soul ring, your soul power level has once again experienced a qualitative leap, jumping from level 50 to level 60, firmly stepping into the threshold of Soul Emperor, and only one major realm away from the level 70 Soul Saint.

You clenched your fist, feeling the torrent of soul power surging from your dantian, a surge of unprecedented confidence and pride welling up within you. This continent is teeming with powerful figures, but you are no longer the weak youth who could only test your skills in simulations. Now, you are qualified to stand on the real stage and compete with those legendary names.

The imaginary space beneath your feet slowly crumbled, and you reappeared in the primeval forest. The ancient trees around you still stood silently, but the sweet fragrance in the air had completely dissipated, as if the Corpse-Scented Arum had never existed. You looked up at the sunlight streaming through the sky, then strode forward.

[A level 60 Soul Emperor, with two 100,000-year Soul Rings and two 100,000-year Soul Bones—such a configuration is probably unparalleled in the entire history of the continent. You clenched your fist, feeling the surging power within you, and a thought you had long harbored resurfaced in your mind.]

【Holy Soul Village.】

[In the first simulation, you died from the restriction Tang Hao left on the Blue Silver Emperor sapling. That lesson is still fresh in your mind. But things are different now. You are no longer that weak boy with only level 11 soul power and not even a single soul ring. With your level 60 Soul Emperor cultivation, the rank of Golden Blue Silver Emperor, and the trump cards of Imaginary Space and Spirit Annihilation, you are confident that you can calmly deal with even the contingency plans left by Tang Hao.]

You changed direction and headed towards Holy Soul Village. The journey traversed nearly half the continent, crossing several wastelands and dense forests, passing through more than a dozen villages and two small to medium-sized cities. The road was far from peaceful; you encountered numerous troubles: bandits robbing travelers, fallen soul masters entrenched in abandoned ancient roads, and even a small team of soul masters ostensibly hunting souls but actually engaging in murder and robbery.

Seeing that you were alone and young, these people saw you as easy prey. You didn't stand on ceremony; it was a good opportunity to practice your newly acquired abilities on them. For those who were oblivious, you didn't even bother to reveal your spirit rings; you simply released a wisp of hallucinogenic energy. Those people stood frozen in place, as if they had lost their souls, their eyes vacant, drooling. After half an hour, the illusion dissipated automatically, and they wouldn't even remember what they had experienced.

[When you encounter a fallen soul master with even a modicum of skill, you open the Imaginary Space and pull them inside. In that alternate-dimensional world completely under your control, those who usually flaunt their power are like lambs to the slaughter. With a single thought, you can trap them in an endless labyrinth of illusions, never to find their way out, or drive them to mental breakdown under the constant cycle of death and fear. You don't even bother to kill them yourself; you simply imprison them in the Imaginary Space. Once you leave, the space collapses on its own, and those trapped within are banished to unknown void rifts, their fate unknown.]

These practical experiences have made you increasingly adept at using your newly acquired powers. The flexible application of imaginary space, the precise control of the hallucinogenic field, and the accurate strikes of mental annihilation—each skill has been repeatedly honed and validated in actual combat. You gradually discover that imaginary space combined with the hallucinogenic field is a perfect match. First, lure the enemy into your territory, then use mental illusions to dismantle their will; the entire process is silent and stealthy, hardly even qualifying as a proper battle.

One month later, you stood at the foot of the mountain behind Holy Soul Village.

[The familiar mountain path, the familiar sound of the waterfall, the familiar lush forest. You narrowed your eyes slightly, releasing the full power of your Golden Blue Silver Emperor's perception, like an invisible giant net covering the entire back mountain. After a moment, a slight smile appeared on your lips. Tang Hao's aura was gone, and so was Tang San's. The entire back mountain was deserted, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant roar of the waterfall.]

[You flashed across the mountain path like a streak of golden-green light, arriving before the waterfall in the blink of an eye. Water cascaded down a cliff dozens of meters high, crashing into the deep pool below, splashing up a cloud of mist. You leaped through the spray, landing steadily in the stone passageway behind you.]

[A familiar cave, a familiar glimmer of light. You walk into the passage, your gaze quickly settling on the frail yet resilient seedling deep within. The Blue Silver Emperor seedling, still growing there, its leaves shimmering with a soft glow, burns stubbornly in the darkness like a tiny candle flame.]

You crouched down in front of it, this time not reaching out to touch it rashly as you had in the first simulation. You closed your eyes, condensing your spiritual power into an invisible thread, carefully penetrating every inch of space around the seedling. Soon, you discovered the restriction left by Tang Hao—a Title Douluo-level soul power imprint deeply hidden in the soil. If any outsider touched the seedling, it would instantly trigger, unleashing a devastating attack powerful enough to instantly kill any being below the Soul King level.

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