The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

Coming to his senses, Su Ming looked at the Evil Eye Tyrant and laughed, "I almost forgot about you, soul beast."

“I just need to condense my spiritual core, and I’m missing my eighth spirit ring. Here you go.” Su Ming reached out, and a colossal hand appeared in the void, carrying a hazy chaotic aura. Within its palm was a hazy, indistinct world.

The mighty Evil Eye Overlord visibly shrank, eventually becoming the size of a normal human eyeball. Dozens of tentacles, like tiny nerve endings, sank its entire body into the palm of the black hand in despair.

Su Ming suppressed the Evil Eye Tyrant in the undead demiplane, which put his mind at ease. He thought to himself that the origin of a nearly 800,000-year-old spiritual beast would definitely help him condense his spiritual core. The Evil Eye Overlord might not be inferior to the million-year-old Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm.

"Speaking of which, this is only the fourth soul beast I've hunted?!" Su Ming exclaimed. As his cultivation level increased, most soul beasts could no longer meet his soul ring requirements, so starting from the fourth soul ring, the remaining soul rings were all obtained through various fortuitous encounters.

Su Ming reserved the ninth spirit ring as the [Calamity Evil God Tiger]. This majestic beast is at the level of a pure True God, or even stronger. In this way, all nine spirit rings of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul are now complete.

As for the soul bones in the whole body, apart from the four external soul bones, there are only the torso bones and the right leg bone left. As for the left and right arm bones, they can gradually evolve with the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bone and the Dark Demon Evil Claw Bone, spreading to the left and right arms to form cage arm armor.

It's not uncommon for a second soul skill to emerge, just like Tang San's Eight Spider Lances, which became a derivative of his domain skill.

"What a coincidence! Both the Evil Eye Tyrant and the Calamity Evil God Tiger are ferocious beasts over 100,000 years old, so they are bound to give birth to soul bones." Su Ming was delighted.

After a rough calculation, Su Ming was astonished to find that he had all the soul rings, soul bones, and a divine position. All he lacked was cultivation. He would become a god soon.

"No rush. The Evil Eye Tyrant is still a bit too young. It can be put into the blood pool for modification and advancement. Anyway, my physical condition can withstand a million-year divine-level soul ring. If I polish it into a million-year soul beast, after hunting it, one soul ring will have four soul skills. After becoming a god, the million-year soul ring will become a divine ring, and the four soul skills will transform into four divine skills."

After careful calculation, Su Ming was immediately filled with excitement. Including the words of the Calamity Evil God Tiger, he optimistically estimated that after becoming a god, he would possess three divine rings and more than ten divine skills, and his combat power would be no weaker than that of a first-level main god.

It's no wonder Su Ming went to such lengths, because he understood that after this battle, Tang San would be his mortal enemy. In the mortal realm, it was alright, as there was a separation between heaven and earth, and there was also the constraint of destruction.

Once you ascend to the God Realm, Tang San won't wait for you to digest your divine position; he'll strike with lightning speed.

"Or I could stay in the mortal realm for a few years instead of rushing to improve my cultivation. I still have a second martial soul that I haven't cultivated yet. If the mecha project makes a breakthrough, combined with the battle armor, it will give me even more combat power," Su Ming thought to himself.

Since he condensed his blood and qi core, the blood of the evil god began to nourish his soul bones. All his soul bones were slowly evolving under the influence of the purple true blood. With the resources of the Abyss and Douluo planes, Su Ming decided that he must have top-of-the-line divine equipment before ascending.

However, all the calculations had to be carried out gradually. Su Ming came to his senses, glanced at the Sun Moon Empire, the Body Sect and others who had been knocked unconscious by him, and with a wave of his sleeve, he incorporated them into the undead demiplane.

The most urgent task is to take advantage of the fact that news of this great battle has not yet spread, to annex the Body Sect, and to eliminate the threats from the Haotian Sect and the Holy Spirit Sect.

"Perfect timing. After I kill all the enemies, Shrek can be saved." With that thought, Su Ming soared into the sky and flew quickly towards Shrek City.

Buzz!

A long streak of light flashed across the sky above Shrek Academy, and someone below immediately shouted, "Who dares to trespass into Shrek Academy?"

When Su Ming opened his eyes, he discovered that they were still the remnants of the Sea God's lineage. Two Title Douluo had brazenly occupied the Sea God Pavilion in Shrek Academy's inner courtyard.

There was no need for him to be polite anymore. His cyan vertical pupils bloomed, and a vast and magnificent spiritual fluctuation rippled through the void. Two beams of light, like eternal immortal light, struck the two titled Douluo below one after the other.

Pfft!

In an instant, the two were struck as if by a heavy blow, caught off guard, their heads ringing and their faces turning pale.

Su Ming struck first, descending from the sky and unleashing his Tyrant Domain, where dense lightning engulfed the two Title Douluo.

Too fragile. Even after reaching the level of a Title Douluo, his not-so-sturdy body began to crumble under the blazing lightning, and finally burned by the flames, turning into ashes.

"Ah!" Two faint screams were heard from the sea of ​​thunder, and the sea god priest fell.

Rumble!

The Sea God Pavilion shook violently from the massive impact of the lightning, but fortunately, the golden tree shone brightly, and a thin golden mist rose, stabilizing the surrounding environment.

Su Ming landed and gazed at the magnificent golden tree that had grown into a forest. Its dazzling and lush canopy swayed, and in the center, a cluster of bubbles emanating from the azure sea floated and swirled with iridescent light, creating a dreamlike and enchanting scene.

Inside the bubble, a golden dragon with fine, translucent scales was none other than the soul of Elder Mu, who had almost been destroyed by the procession.

Sensing the intense battle outside, he awoke from his slumber, his golden dragon eyes opening to look at Su Ming.

"It's you. I never thought you could survive and pull through this ordeal," Mu En said in a deep voice, quite pleased.

Su Ming glanced at the old man a few times and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. His entire source of power had been stripped away and poured into the Golden Tree, and his vast soul essence had gradually dissipated during the year of refining, becoming much more illusory and severely damaged.

If he had arrived a few months later, Moon might have died.

"Elder Mu, I'm here to rescue you." Su Ming said respectfully. He stepped forward and released the Evil God Domain, using gentle dark power to erode the azure bubble that enveloped Elder Mu's soul.

Before long, the bubbles dissipated, and the golden dragon leaped into the sea like a fish, disappearing into the magnificent golden tree.

"My soul and vital energy are severely damaged, and my essence has been stripped away. I need to recuperate for several years. You must go quickly to the simulated cultivation room under the Golden Tree to rescue several teachers in the academy. They are being imprisoned at the far end of the underground."

A wave of weary mental energy emanated from the golden tree, and then Mun fell into a deep sleep.

Su Ming sighed again. It seemed that Elder Mu's original essence was gone forever. The Golden Tree had a rich original essence and was inherently spiritual. For it to vomit up the food it had eaten would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Furthermore, the practice of each successive Sea God Pavilion Master entrusting their soul to the Golden Tree is inherently risky. It's like a True Person who has undergone Corpse Dissection attaching themselves to an animal. Over time, this will gradually erode their soul, eventually causing them to lose their will and become even worse than a Ghost Immortal.

As you can see, over the past ten thousand years, the souls of the Sea God Pavilion Masters, after merging into the Golden Tree, have all dissipated, never to meet again. Most of them could only remain in the tree for about twenty years before their souls were scattered, unable to resist the erosion of the Golden Tree.

After this battle, Elder Mu was severely weakened and may perish several years later.

"Luckily, I have the Blood Pool. When I have some free time, I can ask him for a sliver of his essence and reforge a suitable physical body. Maybe then I can live another life," Su Ming thought to himself.

Doing this will definitely have some consequences, as there is an insurmountable gap between the souls of mortals and the immortal consciousness of Elder Yi, but we can't worry about that now.

Su Ming glanced at the golden tree again, then turned and entered the underground through the Sea God Pavilion. He knew the way well, having used the simulation training room many times in the academy, and had long since memorized the route.

He rushed forward, plunging through layers of floors until he reached the very bottom.

Footsteps echoed down the dim staircase, and an astonishing aura of malevolence permeated the darkness. This might be a treasure trove of cultivation for some evil martial spirits, but it would be of no benefit to normal soul masters, only increasing their burden.

Seeing the shocking black and red mist floating in the air, Su Ming slowly exhaled, thinking to himself that if a titled Douluo were suppressed here, he would fall seriously ill within a few months, and it wouldn't be surprising if his cultivation were completely ruined in the long run.

It's unknown what kind of rare and precious materials were used to forge this simulated cultivation room.

"Who's over there?!" Deep within the simulated prison environment, someone with keen senses shouted from the darkness.

"It is I, Su Ming, my fellow officers. I have come to rescue you." Upon hearing Elder Xuan's familiar voice, Su Ming exclaimed with delight, revealing his identity.

"It's you, kid? How did you sneak in? Quickly untie us and then we'll fight our way out together," Elder Xuan said with delight. He had thought that Su Ming had sneaked in to rescue them by joining forces with the elders of the Sea God Pavilion to fight against the Sea God priests.

“I’ve already dealt with the Sea God priests outside, so there’s no need to worry.” Su Ming explained before quickly walking into the depths of darkness. This place was filled with a thick, almost tangible, malevolent aura that eroded blood and spirit, eroding one’s very essence.

It was dark inside, but fortunately Su Ming had dark vision and could see clearly. The Sea God priest did not humiliate these titled Douluo, but divided the cage into several small cells, giving each of them their own private cell.

"The sea god ritual has been resolved." Elder Xuan was surprised to hear this, and was filled with doubt.

Su Ming didn't have time to explain in detail. He activated his Evil God Domain and prepared to destroy these level-nine soul tools with sealing abilities.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered the extraordinary materials used to construct this place. Good heavens, the foundation was made from the remains of evil soul masters, and the earth's malevolent energy was channeled to create it. Several cage-like soul guides were connected to the earth's malevolent energy points, sealing soul power and dissolving blood and qi in an endless stream.

Fortunately, Su Ming was very skilled at dealing with negative energy fields, and he unsealed more than ten elders in no time.

"Oh dear, these old bones are really tough." After the seal was broken, Old Qian immediately stretched his muscles and sighed.

"It's alright, I'll help you heal," Elder Zhuang said with a smile, releasing the Tree of Life Martial Soul. The milky white light spread around, illuminating a distance of several feet, and the gentle, pure vitality dispelled the evil aura.

The elderly men who bathed in it quickly recovered some of their energy.

"How did you end up being held here?" Su Ming asked curiously.

"Stop talking. We were living peacefully with the Sea God priests, but recently they suddenly broke the rules, attacked us, and then imprisoned us here," Yan Shaozhe said angrily.

Su Ming seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed that the Sea God priest had planned to eliminate the hidden danger before dealing with him. He had really gone to great lengths to put him in a helpless situation.

"By the way, what do you mean by 'dealing with the Sea God lineage'?!" Elder Xuan asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Su Ming recounted the whole story.

When the elders heard that Su Ming had fought against the crowd, they were so shocked that they were speechless.

"You really are a monster," Elder Xuan exclaimed, echoing the sentiments of the others.

"You all hurry up and take over the order of Shrek Academy. I don't have time." Su Ming didn't have time to shiver. He could only give a few instructions before hurriedly flying towards the Haotian Sect.

Now is the time to expand our gains.

Chapter 303 Destroying Mountains and Temples

Su Ming soared into the sky, transforming into a long rainbow as he rushed towards the Haotian Sect's base. Due to the urgency of the situation, he didn't even have time to organize the powerhouses' origins.

For example, in the undead demiplane, there are two clumps of true blood containing vast energy and profound meaning. One is bright yellow, crystal clear, and radiant, carrying a majestic aura of profound knowledge and vitality, just like a piece of land.

One is sky blue, with a faint, rising radiance, a misty, auspicious glow, and a bright, clear light, containing a vast and boundless aura that encompasses all things, like a boundless and carefree realm of creation.

These two clumps of pure true blood were the very essence of the Titan Giant Ape and the Azure Bull Python. Su Ming peered through the demiplane and saw that the true blood had been suppressed, which put his mind at ease.

It's simply the rule of the Douluo Continent that when a soul beast dies, a portion of its original essence is automatically extracted to condense into a soul ring and soul bone. Doing so will still result in the loss of a large portion of its original essence.

Furthermore, since the spirit ring only lasts for a few days before dissipating, it is not advisable for Su Ming, who has no immediate need for it and cannot move it.

Therefore, Su Ming simply relied on his familiarity with blood and qi and his mastery of rune mysteries to shatter the soul bone that was about to solidify, suppress the soul ring that was about to form, and melt the origin of the two soul beasts to form these two orbs of true blood.

Furthermore, it was suppressed within the demiplane, constantly restraining these two 'restless' true bloods. Like the sun and moon, the bright yellow one was the sun, lively in its divinity, with endless runes flowing between its writhing movements; the azure one was the moon, its clear light shining down, the clear moon as crystal clear as jade, with tadpole-like characters flowing between its surface.

Su Ming planned to fuse these two orbs of true blood into the two external metacarpal bones, allowing them to advance, spread out arm armor to cover the hands and arms, and even raise runes to give birth to a second soul skill.

These two clusters of true blood come from Limit Douluo, which is roughly equivalent to a 900,000-year-old soul beast. Combined with the foundation of the two palm bones, they might be able to condense two soul bones equivalent to demigods.

"These two soul beasts are truly pathetic. Ten thousand years ago, they were coveted by Bibi Dong, but in the end, they benefited Tang San. Now, after being resurrected, they have become their own soul bones," Su Ming muttered.

If he can become a god, this would be a double blessing, a truly fortunate destiny. He could be resurrected and returned, used repeatedly, gradually becoming a 'mysterious treasure' in this world.

Thinking of this, Su Ming couldn't help but show an amused expression.

He didn't dwell on it for long before shaking off the thought and heading straight for the Haotian Sect.

It hadn't even been half a day since the titled Douluo died in battle, and the actions of the sect's higher-ups didn't need to be explained to the lower-ups. It was estimated that the disciples wouldn't be able to react for at least ten days or half a month, and the news was being kept under wraps by Shrek Academy.

Su Ming estimated that he could return to the Haotian Sect and the Mingdu Holy Spirit Sect headquarters, eradicate them completely, and even annex the Body Sect. If he still had the strength, he would deter the Sun Moon Empire from its invasion, act as a third-party mediator, and seize the greatest benefits.

After traveling non-stop for a day and a night...

Su Ming finally caught sight of the Haotian Sect's mountain gate, hidden deep in the vast white mist, high above and unbearably cold. More than a dozen enormous chains extended from the cliff, and the morning golden rays illuminated the golden roof, creating a magnificent and awe-inspiring sight.

Rumble!

His aura was quite arrogant, carrying the force of wind and thunder. He sped along at lightning speed, stirring up violent waves of air. A long, blue-purple rainbow streaked across the sky above the Haotian Sect, its booming echoes breaking through the thick clouds and dispersing the white mist, pointing directly at the Haotian Sect's mountain gate.

"Who...who dares to brazenly trespass into the Haotian Sect's mountain gate?!"

Below the swirling white mist, someone noticed Su Ming's arrogant behavior and shouted.

Su Ming opened his eyes and looked down, surprised to see that it was a young man who was only twenty years old, and whose cultivation had reached the Soul Saint realm.

As expected of the Haotian Sect, it has a profound foundation and produces a constant stream of geniuses. It is another prodigy who is no less than Yan Feng, Long Aotian and others.

"Haha!" Su Ming laughed loudly, "The Haotian Sect will be expelled from the list today."

He acted decisively, and a colossal hand descended from the sky, carrying chaotic energy, shimmering with boundless dark light, and surging with immense power. Towering mountains trembled, and more than a dozen chains swung.