The Peerless Tang Sect: Heavenly Heart Douluo

Chapter 93 The lingering regrets of the original body, past events (4000 words)

Meanwhile, the spiritual avatar witnessed the extraordinary life of the original Douluo. As the vast memories of the original Douluo washed over the spiritual avatar, the spiritual power that had been building up to it gradually dissipated. Huo Yuhao had to expend even more spiritual power to stabilize the existence of this spiritual avatar.

As the memories of the original Douluo slowly unfolded...

His spiritual avatar seemed to have traveled to the Douluo Continent nearly ten thousand years ago. At that time, he was born in the chaotic period after the destruction of the Spirit Empire. He did not have his own name and was called Amu.

At that time, the continent was constantly at war with various large and small countries, and the Shrek Seven Gods did not care about the suffering of mankind but directly ascended to the realm of gods and left this world.

At this time, Shrek Academy was experiencing a surge in expansion due to the war, and was constantly plundering the faith of the continent, so it naturally had no time to protect civilians.

Born into a commoner family, he awakened his martial spirit by chance at the age of twelve, but he only had level one soul power. At that time, his martial spirit was very weak, consisting of only his arm. After that, he followed the wave of refugees to a city near the far north.

Because this place is near the sea and far from the mainland, the war has not yet affected this area, so he stayed here and became a crew member of a Soul Hunting Ship. Although it was dangerous, he could make a living. If nothing unexpected happened, he would live a peaceful life here, just like most ordinary people.

However, compared to the powerful amplification of the body by various beast spirits, his spirit could not bring him much strength. His first spirit ring was a ten-year spirit beast he hunted when he went to sea with the fleet. It was called the White Scale Fish, a very weak spirit beast. The only effect it gave him in his spirit skill was to make his arms more resilient.

At the age of eighteen, he barely managed to reach level twenty through his own exploration. During a voyage with a fleet, he obtained his second soul ring.

It was a spirit ring produced by a hundred-year-old octopus spirit beast. He didn't know its specific name, but he knew that the power of his martial spirit seemed to have increased.

However, he also encountered a turning point in his fate at this time, because this extremely weak hundred-year-old soul beast actually dropped a soul bone as if by sheer luck, even though he had been extremely careful to hide it at the time.

For him, selling this soul bone might allow him to live a worry-free life for the rest of his days, without having to risk his life at sea, fight against soul beasts, or scheme against humans.

However, his actions were eventually discovered by the ship's captain, and naturally, he, being just a minor Great Soul Master at the time, could not protect such a treasure.

He was severely injured by the captain's first mate and his crew, and was bound hand and foot and thrown into the sea to be fed to the fish. But at that moment, he displayed an unparalleled will to survive, with only one thought in his mind: "I want to live."

At that moment, he used his broken bones to break through the ropes that were already soaked with blood and seawater, and then strangled a sea spirit beast that wanted to devour him with his bare hands. In this desperate struggle, he lost all his strength and fell into a coma.

Before he died, he was swept into the ocean current along with the sea spirit beast. When he woke up, he found himself in a mysterious place.

This place was naturally the place where the unknown deity passed down in the later generations of the Body Sect inherited his legacy. However, at that time, Amu's bones and muscles were all shattered, and his blood and qi were surging. It was clear that he was in a state of dying before his death. But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to eat the somewhat rotten corpse of the sea spirit beast. After feeling the little power he had replenished in his body, he scanned everything in the stone chamber.

The moment he saw the murals, a voice seemed to ring in his mind, making him unconsciously begin to imitate the movements of the figures in the murals. His body, which was originally on the verge of breaking apart, gradually had its shattered bones put back in place and its bleeding wounds begin to scab over under the set of movements. He felt his body getting better and better, as if he were floating on air.

Then, a pair of black, phantom arms appeared behind him, jolting him from his trance. He could feel his stomach and every cell in his body sending him a signal: [Hunger, hunger, and more hunger!]

In this extreme weakness, it felt as if he were digesting his own flesh and bones. He collapsed to the ground, and the voice in his mind echoed again, telling him: "Want to live? Push open the door, come on!"

At this moment, all he could see was the tightly closed stone door at the end of the cave. It took him a full hour to climb those ten meters, and then he spent another hour gathering his strength, because he didn't know how much strength it would take to push open the door, but he knew he couldn't hold on for much longer.

He leaned against the door, using his waist and legs to brace himself against the stone door with his right shoulder, while his other hand gripped his right arm tightly, providing a negligible amount of strength. Yet, the stone door seemed completely unmoved by his strength.

He no longer had the energy to pay attention to his surroundings. As time ticked by, his consciousness gradually blurred, but his body continued to exert force subconsciously. He didn't know how much time had passed—a minute? Ten minutes? An hour? Or a day and a night?

The door gleamed with a dark iron sheen, then slowly opened.

As his body fell into it, his consciousness seemed to enter another space.

Then he saw a man standing in front of him. The man looked extremely ordinary and inconspicuous, but his eyes were unusually bright and piercing. He was wearing a black cloth robe with a white belt around his waist. He had a well-proportioned and unremarkable figure, short black hair, and slightly dark skin.

At this moment, Amu felt as if his body had been freed from the pain and torment, as if he had been reborn.

The man before him shook his head and sighed, "Alas, after waiting for four hundred thousand years, I never expected the successor I've received to be so weak. Although I don't know if you can inherit my will, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait another hundred thousand years. Successor, remember my name: I am the Martial God, Martial Divine Power!"

Then, he gently touched the forehead of the original Douluo, and vaguely saw countless figures exuding powerful auras besieging a sacred dragon shadow with a seven-colored halo. At the same time, countless dragon shadows of different colors were moving around on this terrifying battlefield.

Space is as fragile as a toy in the hands of these powerful figures, torn apart, blended together, reassembled, and destroyed.

He couldn't see their exact appearances, but could barely remember the general scene and battle. Then, as the seven-colored dragon attacked in anger, those exceptionally powerful figures fell one after another. Among those powerful figures, several particularly strong ones were not to be outdone and attacked in succession.

Then, the countless dragon shadows let out mournful roars and fell one after another. This was the last time, and the place that left the clearest and deepest impression on the first generation of Douluo.

A blood-red figure stood between heaven and earth, followed by four equally powerful figures in black, white, purple, and green. The four of them joined forces, and the four colors of energy merged into the blood-red figure. Then, a blood-red sword aura, as if it could destroy the world, slashed out from the sky, cleaving the body of the nine-colored divine dragon in two with a single strike.

Then, two beams of light, one golden and one silver, attacked the five figures again, while the other disappeared, tearing through space with seven-colored light.

At the same time, the original Douluo seemed to see his own body being severed by the aftershocks of the intertwined blood-red sword energy, and then he fell from the sky. He then shouted in resentment, "Damn it, wronged! You son of a bitch Shura, you deserve to die!"

Then he opened his eyes and heard the man who called himself Martial God Wu Shentong say his last words: "After you complete my Nine Trials of Martial God, you can leave this planet and ascend to the God Realm. Remember, go and settle accounts with that old bastard Shura. Damn it, does he think I don't know he did it on purpose? He just wants my plane, doesn't he?"

Then the figure disappeared before his eyes, and at the same time, the original Douluo lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found that all the injuries he had suffered had been completely healed, and his body was much stronger than before.

When he came to his senses, he realized that it was not a hallucination he had in his dying moments. As his martial spirit possessed him, a complete black figure appeared behind him.

Then a cold voice echoed in his mind: "The Nine Trials of the Martial God, First Trial: Master the Martial God's Secret Scroll, reward: one Black Iron-level Martial Soul awakening and evolution."

And so, on this island he called Martial God Island, Amu spent ten years completing the first three trials of the Martial God, evolving his Black Iron Awakening into Silver Awakening, and raising his Soul Power to level 50, becoming a powerful Soul King.

He then returned to the small town in the far north by taking advantage of a passing ship, but it is said that the town was also affected by the aftermath of the war due to the war, and by this time, neither his enemies nor his acquaintances had disappeared.

He wandered the continent as if he had lost his purpose. As his strength grew, he completed the trials of the Martial God. Around him, a group of low-level Soul Masters, whose main body was a Martial Soul, gathered. However, they were not well-liked because of their peculiar appearance.

He also adopted the surname of the powerful being who had bestowed upon him his divine position, and called himself Wu Mu.

Looking back at the group of people who were willing to follow him, Wu Mu seemed to suddenly understand something, and the seventh trial that the Martial God had just appeared seemed to have become a new goal for him: to establish a sect for those who possessed the original martial soul.

He is now a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse. With the awakening of his Gold-level Martial Soul and the power of his Martial Mystic Arts, even some long-established Title Douluos are no match for him.

He then traveled among the nations with his disciples, taking in those displaced and extremely weak Soul Masters. They never interfered with the politics and wars of any nation, and even those who were short-sighted were 'subdued' by his powerful strength.

Another decade has passed, and he has settled in a remote mountain range within the Heavenly Soul Empire with his now sparsely populated Soul Masters, a force that has expanded to ten thousand.

With his powerful strength and the help of the Martial God Trial, Wu Mu led everyone to build their own sect. He devoted all his knowledge and insights to teaching everyone. However, due to the differences in martial souls, very few people could inherit his knowledge; most only inherited parts of it.

After he developed a secret method to artificially create a martial soul, he passed on the position of sect leader and traveled overseas. During this time, he discovered a very special space on a new continent. However, because of his overwhelming strength, he was excluded from the space and did not choose to force his way in.

During his travels, he also clashed with some sea spirit beasts and sea spirit masters at sea. However, at that time, he was already a Super Douluo and had undergone divine trials, so he naturally swept through them. But he did not know that he had now attracted the attention of someone with ill intentions.

When he returned to the sect, another twenty years had passed. By then, his cultivation had reached level ninety-nine, the limit of human cultivation. He had also created the Secret of the Body based on his insights and experiences during his travels. He had now successfully entered the highest realm of the Secret of the Body, but he did not know how to name it.

At this moment, he inexplicably thought of a term from the memories of the Martial God, Martial God Tong: "Golden-bodied Arhat." He thought indifferently, taking it as a tribute to that Martial God.

Although the others in the Body Sect did not know what an Arhat was, naturally no one had any objections. When he finally succeeded in completing the final test of the Nine Trials of the Martial God, the world changed color, his strength broke through level 100, and he felt that he could break through the shackles of heaven and earth and ascend to the outer heavens.

But suddenly he felt an extremely strong killing intent, and then he saw a familiar blood-red sword aura descend from the sky and strike him. Although he had achieved the Golden Body and his cultivation had broken through the hundred levels, his Golden Body was still broken by this sword because it was not yet stable.

His soul power also dropped back to level ninety-nine. Feeling his life force constantly draining away, he knew his time was running out.

At this moment in the God Realm, Destruction angrily rebuked Tang San, saying, "Asura God, what do you mean by this? Obstructing the return of gods to their rightful places! As the enforcer of the God Realm, are you knowingly breaking the law?"

Tang San, however, presented a series of 'evidence' with righteous indignation, using his followers in the mortal realm as witnesses: "All of these things can prove that this person is not a good person, and allowing him to ascend to the God Realm is by no means a blessing for the common people."

"This person acts erratically and leads a group of lawless individuals. I also suspect that he poses a threat to Douluo Star. Douluo Star is a core and vital area of ​​our God Realm. How can such an unstable element, a first-level god, appear here?"

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