Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Simulating Godhood

[A month later, your soul power steadily increased from level 38 to level 39. Although the progress was a bit slower than expected, you were patient. You knew that the hurdle from Soul Venerable to Soul Sect Master couldn't be rushed.]

[Six months later, you successfully broke through to the peak of level thirty-nine, just one step away from level forty. You increased the frequency of taking elixirs and extended your daily meditation time by two hours.]

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye. One morning, you sit cross-legged on the bluestone slab in front of the wooden house, your soul power surging violently. A brand new force rises from the depths of your dantian, breaking through the bottleneck and flowing through your limbs and bones. You open your eyes, a flash of light appearing briefly, and a relieved smile graces your lips.

You've broken through to level 40.

After a full year and three months of arduous training, coupled with the spiritual medicine reserves left by Zhao Wu and the foundation of those three soul bones, you have finally crossed the threshold from Soul Master to Soul Sect—a threshold that countless Soul Masters spend their entire lives trying to overcome. You stand up, stretch your slightly stiff limbs, and have only one thought in your mind: it's time to hunt for your fourth soul ring.

[You searched the island meticulously for three whole days, traversing every inch of its land. However, the island was ultimately limited in size, and the oldest spirit beasts you found were only slightly over a thousand years old, mostly marine spirit beasts that couldn't come ashore to provide spirit rings. Unwilling to simply absorb a low-age or mismatched spirit ring to appease yourself, you finally made your decision—to return to the mainland.]

You sealed away some inconvenient supplies in the cabin, covered the herb garden with straw mats to protect the seedlings, then packed your essentials, preparing to return to the Breaking Waves and set off again. Before leaving, you looked back at the deserted island where you had lived for more than a year, and a sense of reluctance welled up in your heart.

You board the Wavebreaker, untie the mooring lines, raise the sails, and head towards the mainland. For the first three days, the sea was unusually calm, which made you vaguely uneasy. Your intuition was correct. On the evening of the fourth day, the sky suddenly darkened, a fierce wind arose on the sea, and dark clouds gathered from all directions at a visible speed. In less than half an hour, an unprecedented ocean storm descended.

[A colossal wave crashed in like a mountain, tossing and turning the Breaker like a fallen leaf amidst the towering waves. You struggled with all your might to steer, furl the sails, and adjust the course, but the power of nature was far beyond what a level 40 Soul Master could withstand. A wave over ten zhang high crashed down upon them, the hull creaking under the immense weight, then the keel snapped, and the entire ship shattered into pieces with a deafening roar.]

[You were swept into the icy sea by a giant wave, desperately channeling your soul power to protect your body while simultaneously releasing Blue Silver Grass vines to try and grab onto any floating pieces of wood. But the storm was too violent; you couldn't maintain your balance and were tossed and turned by the waves as you plummeted downwards.]

Just then, beneath the surface of the sea, a gigantic shadow was rapidly approaching. You had barely made out what it was when you saw a colossal, millennia-old, jet-black whale, its jaws wide enough to swallow an entire small boat, charged towards you. With nowhere to gain leverage in the water, all your attacks were greatly diminished by the resistance of the seawater. Before you could even muster enough soul power to retaliate, the whale had already swallowed you whole.

[You are dead. This simulation has ended.]

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Zhang Liang stared at the words slowly appearing in front of him, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"...Died again?"

"This time he lasted a long time, living to almost eight years old, and even broke through to the Soul Master level."

"After finally achieving their goal, they were hit with a combination of a storm and a giant whale on the way back?"

"Isn't this just too unlucky...?"

He rubbed his temples and shook his head, both amused and exasperated.

But on second thought, the gains from this simulation were quite substantial: three soul bones, three skills, and the cultivation process from level 33 to level 40—all real and tangible benefits.

"Now it's time to choose. There are so many good items this time, and we can only choose one..."

He stared at the list of options in front of him, lost in thought.

[You can choose one of the following options as your reward this time.]

【One: Breaking Army Strike (Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone Skill)】

【Part Two: Swift Step (Millennial Soul Bone Skill)】

【Three: Iron Wall (Millennial Soul Bone Skill)】

[Part Four: Level 40 Soul Power]

Part Five: All the Cultivation Experiences and Insights from the Solitary Island Training

[Part Six: All of Zhao Wu's Treasures]

【Seven: Storage Ring】

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"They're all great items, but I can only choose one. It's so frustrating."

Zhang Liang wanted them all.

Everything here is so enviable.

Zhang Liang stared intently at the seven options in front of him, his eyes practically glued to them.

After a period of brainstorming, he still firmly chose the Soul Power level.

As I said before, in this world, soul power level is the foundation of everything.

Everything else is irrelevant.

Zhang Liang took a deep breath, stretched out his finger, and pressed heavily on the fourth option.

"I choose number four, level forty soul power."

As soon as he finished speaking, a warm white light surged out from the void, like a trickle of water, and entered his brow, spreading along his arms, chest, and limbs.

Wherever it passed, the meridians were quietly widened, and the vortex of soul power in the dantian expanded, compressed, and expanded again at an almost insane speed, repeating the cycle endlessly, with each cycle becoming more condensed and pure than the last.

With his eyes closed, Zhang Liang felt the continuous surge of power within his body, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

He could clearly sense that his total soul power had increased more than tenfold compared to before. If his previous level 30 soul power was a babbling brook, then his current level 40 soul power was a rushing river.

A moment later, the white light dissipated, and Zhang Liang slowly opened his eyes. A glint of light flashed in his eyes. He looked down at his hands, which were long and fair, just as before. But he knew that the power of his fists now could shatter a boulder into dust.

"I'm level 40... but I still don't have my fourth spirit ring."

Zhang Liang stretched his neck, making a few crisp cracking sounds, and muttered to himself, "But it doesn't matter. I'm not in a hurry to hunt for souls right now. I can continue to simulate every day. When I find the most suitable fourth soul ring in the simulation, it won't be too late to hunt for it."

He stood up, walked outside, looked up at the clear blue sky, and a feeling of exhilaration welled up in his heart.

From the moment he transmigrated to this world, awakened the useless martial soul Blue Silver Grass, and gained innate level one soul power, to now, in just a few days, he has soared all the way to the threshold of level forty Soul Master with the help of the simulation system. In the entire history of Douluo Continent, this can be considered a miracle, though not insignificant.

Although he still lags behind the chosen ones of other planes, at least he has the qualifications to catch up.

"We'll continue the simulation tomorrow. This time, we must find a safe route so we don't crash halfway through again."

"Hopefully, I won't be confused in the next simulation."

"It can last a little longer."

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