The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

Upon hearing these two moves, Su Ming knew that the Three-Eyed Golden Lion had passed on its ultimate soul skill to him, so he immediately began to cultivate it diligently without hesitation.

Gu Yuena on the other side was equally generous, wholeheartedly imparting her own spiritual innate soul skills.

Compared to the Three-Eyed Golden Lion, the Silver Dragon King's ultimate spiritual talent is more profound and does not lean towards offense. Instead, it is more like a support, condensing spiritual thoughts from a vast spiritual sea, which then spreads out as spiritual tentacles.

Each spiritual thought governs an element that permeates the world, with countless spiritual tentacles spreading around, sealing off a region, harmonizing yin and yang, and controlling all energies—it is undeniably powerful.

Su Ming took advantage of this time to study diligently and make up for his shortcomings.

Whether it's Tang San or Huo Yuhao, their combat power in the spiritual realm after becoming gods is not a weakness; on the contrary, it's a point where they are stronger than other gods. Since Su Ming is determined to transcend, he will certainly not ignore his own shortcomings.

The talents of soul beasts like Gu Yuena and Su Jue'er are something that soul masters cannot cultivate or use even if they know the principles. However, for Su Ming, an unconventional individual who has a deep understanding of the way of runes and is preparing to condense his spiritual core, they are of great benefit.

Perhaps by condensing a spiritual core through runes, one can gain all the talents of the Silver Dragon King and the Three-Eyed Golden Lion in one fell swoop.

"So that's how it is... The Silver Dragon King truly lives up to his reputation as the one who holds the power of creation. So that's how it works. He uses his spiritual tentacles to permeate the entire space, taking a complete view of a small world. Then, he can act at will, easily resetting the feng shui of the world. He might even be able to do the thing of 'acting on behalf of heaven with my heart'."

The more Su Ming studied it, the more he realized how profound Gu Yuena's God-King realm was, far surpassing Su Jue'er's. His mental control had greatly improved, and he was now able to imitate the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's innate soul skill, with some degree of similarity.

However, he still hadn't quite figured out Gu Yuena's innate soul skill.

"Sizzle" "Sizzle!"

The void was blurred, with a faint sound of air being torn apart. A purplish-blue sun bloomed between Su Ming's brows, and a crystal-clear small sword shot out, flashing past and covering a thousand miles in an instant.

After circling half a circle in the sky, it returned to the boy's brow.

Then he practiced another move. His purplish vertical pupils still shone brightly, a phantom silver moon hovered around him, and his vast silver sea of ​​consciousness surged. The heavens and earth surged with a turbulent tide, and a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the heavens and earth spread.

Behind the boy stood a perfectly round, crystal-clear jade disc, resembling a divine being from the moon palace. His aura was pure and ethereal, yet the immense power within him was enough to make even a Limit Douluo change color.

Then, Su Ming changed his tactics again, practicing a variant of Gu Yuena's elemental control, modified from the nightmare environment. A hazy dream world descended, carrying a vast spiritual fluctuation.

The things around him change in an instant, shifting with his mind. This is a clever way to achieve spiritual creation through illusion.

After practicing for more than three months, Su Ming's mental control improved significantly. In terms of mental cultivation alone, he could pose a threat to Limit Douluo. He also had some ideas on how to build his own mental core.

"It's time to leave," Su Ming murmured to himself.

The Journey to the River of Oblivion was gradually getting back on track, and the heavenly realm fell into an eerie calm, with an atmosphere of impending storm. Su Ming was uneasy and could not relax yet.

Buzz!

The space trembled violently, and endless ripples spread out. Su Ming's right arm bone shone brightly. With a thought, he connected with that faint sense in the dark, and his left leg bone quietly emitted a ghostly light.

The next moment, he was replaced by the illusory image of the Heavenly Demon who was guarding the Abyss.

The boy's figure vanished, and a phantom of a celestial demon, radiating overwhelming demonic energy, appeared. It disappeared into the void, silently lingering, awaiting the call of its true self.

The abyss, a magnificent palace tens of meters high, its entire body gleaming with black and gold, spectacular and imposing, exuding a chilling evil aura, is a building specifically constructed for the towering bodies of demons.

All around were majestic and sinister demons guarding the area, their imposing presence heavy. Due to their chaotic nature and impatience, they fought and snarled among themselves, devouring other demons, creating a scene of chaotic demonic dance.

Even in the midst of chaos, they dared not approach the lord's manor to cause trouble.

At this moment, deep within the darkness of the magnificent palace, the figure seated on the throne, shrouded in a vast black mist and surrounded by overwhelming demonic energy, paused, then seemed to awaken, slowly opening his eyes.

"I'm back again. This time I will surely unify the Abyss and leave a way out for my relatives and friends." Su Ming sighed and made a resolute decision.

He received information from the phantom of the Heavenly Demon and realized that the surrounding demon lords had subtly united to deal with Su Ming.

At this time, the territory was being attacked from three sides and fought on multiple fronts, constantly eroding the territory. Fortunately, Su Ming had the Blood Pool, which continuously replenished his troops, and he managed to hold on for a while.

“The Creeping Mistress is definitely behind this.” Su Ming thought to himself. He had violated the Creeping Mistress’s taboo by creating the Blood Pool before, and now that the demon lords were attacking him so tacitly, it was probably Her order.

Crackle, crackle.

Su Ming stood up, his body growing taller and taller until he became a towering and imposing figure. He chuckled and said, "I just happen to need a lot of blood energy to refine the Evil Eye Tyrant into a million-year soul beast. This time, I'll have a good slaughter."

He spread his wings and took flight, ignoring the frenzied roars of the demons below, flying into the blood pool and grabbing a huge eyeball from the demiplane.

It was hurled into the vast, blood-red lake amidst its shriek.

Pfft!

A colossal creature, hundreds of feet tall, plunged into the blood pool, creating towering waves. Before the Evil Eye Overlord could even react, countless crimson tentacles suddenly spread from the remaining blood lake, binding its body.

Then, pulled by immense divine power, it gurgled and sank into the depths of the blood lake. Strands of blood intertwined and wrapped to form a blood cocoon hundreds of feet tall, floating in the vast blood pool.

Su Ming manipulated the genes in the blood pool and began to modify the Evil Eye Overlord. This was not difficult at all. There were all sorts of strange genes in the abyss, and the Evil Eye Clan and the Eye Demon Clan had about 80% similarity in genes.

Besides, he simply wanted to increase the cultivation level of the Evil Eye Overlord and turn it into a million-year-old soul beast. Could the Heavenly Tribulation of Douluo Continent even affect the Abyss? You're kidding.

Su Ming also had ideas about the spiritual core. He wanted to imitate the myths of his previous life and condense a spiritual aggregate similar to the Yin God and Yang God, so that he could be free from sleeplessness and be immortal in the cycle of reincarnation.

Even if the body dies, one can still construct a world with spiritual power, exist within it, move freely, and even create a new body. This is inspired by Gu Yuena's spiritual creation.

The vast sea of ​​consciousness is not conducive to exerting its power. When condensed into a core, it becomes even more mysterious and unpredictable. If it then extends its spiritual tentacles to various dimensions and, in conjunction with the Devouring Furnace Technique, continuously draws primordial energy from other worlds, it will completely break free from the constraints of Douluo.

"As long as I can further condense my spiritual core and advance to the eighth ring, my combat power will be flawless. Even if a true god were to come, I might not be able to hold my own," Su Ming muttered to himself.

"Now all that's left is a massive amount of blood energy. Elder Mu and Elder Yi also need blood energy to rebuild their bodies. These demons are so eager to come and die."

Su Ming gazed into the distance, his face contorted with rage, and without hesitation ordered the demon army to march forth and wage war against the abyss with all its might.

With his demigod-level combat power, even if the Wriggling Queen Mother were to descend upon him, without the blessing of her Abyss rank, she might not be his match. Therefore, he doesn't need to be too cautious and can act without any taboos.

………………

Spirit world.

A place shrouded in mist and clouds, with pavilions and towers in the rain, a magnificent and fantastical landscape. The rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth condenses into a misty haze that rises and seems to drip with moisture.

The magnificent, sprawling palace complex, almost the size of a small continent, is situated amidst towering palaces and bronze pillars hundreds of meters high. It doesn't seem to have been built for humankind; an immense sense of majesty permeates the space, as if a group of true gods were being resurrected.

Inside the crystal-blue palace at the very center, a handsome young man with blue hair had deep, boundless eyes that seemed to ripple like a vast ocean.

Opposite him stood a young man in black, extremely handsome, with a peculiar gleam in his sinister eyes, and a scale mark between his brows, his identity self-evident.

“Evil, that brat has taken a share of your power. Although it doesn’t affect the overall situation, it’s still a potential threat. And there’s the matter of the ancient Netherworld Lord. Others may not know, but we all do. Your position is far from honorable.”

Tang San coldly replied, "Well, have you thought it through?"

The evil god chuckled softly, remaining silent.

The two giants of the divine realm have actually met. No one knows what they are plotting. If word gets out, the divine realm will be in great turmoil.

Chapter 308 Sweeping Through the Abyss

In the eternally silent abyss, poisonous miasma rises, eerie, pale spirits linger, despair and calamity settle, and a vast, continuous military camp is stationed amidst chaos, demons dancing wildly.

It was a million-strong demon army attacking the border of Calamity, arrayed in the wilderness thirty miles wide and one hundred miles long, their military might shaking the heavens and their malevolent aura clashing.

At this moment, all the demon lords in the central army camp gathered together.

The great demons, each exuding a terrifying aura, discussed among themselves. Balor, the Balor Demon in the main seat, said dismissively, "The Abyss Lord's order for us to join forces in attacking the newly promoted Calamity Lord seems like an overreaction."

"Yes, so what if we conquer territory? It's not enough for us to divide up. Besides, many lords only get a small enclave after paying a high price, and they might have to fight over it again in the future," the Abyss Gnoll sneered.

“If you ask me, we should just let a few demon lords connected to the Calamity Territory attack it. Why go through all that trouble?” one demon agreed.

For a moment, the demons chatted and laughed, treating Su Ming as if he were nothing.

That makes perfect sense. Everyone here is on the same level, and with a dozen of them working together and a large army by their side, they would be too tired to kill even a million pigs, let alone a million demons.

However, they overlooked one point: Su Ming had already reached the level of a demigod. Even if he couldn't slaughter this million-strong army, taking someone's head from among the troops would be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

In the sky, hidden in the hazy gray fog, Su Ming opened his eyes and looked down at the army. He was overjoyed to see a million demons. He was currently lacking a lot of blood energy, and this battle had completely determined the overall situation of the abyss, shaking the lord status of the wriggling matriarch.

Therefore, Su Ming decisively ordered the 200,000 troops stationed at the border to go out of the city and fight in the field, so as to tie down one or two of his troops.

Rumble!

At a border fortress, the towering city gates suddenly burst open, and more than 200,000 troops surged forth like a sea, staining the border black. Under the command of two thousand enslaved low-ranking demons, they managed to maintain a certain formation and slowly pressed towards the million-strong army camp not far away.

Although demons are inherently chaotic, Su Ming's extremely evil power, through its erosion of their souls, has imbued them with some semblance of order. At least under the control of the overseer, the demons below are barely suppressed.

Of course, compared to human armies, they were still a mess, a veritable rabble.

"That Calamity Lord is so unwise, launching a counterattack with only 200,000 troops? Isn't this making him a laughingstock?" the demon lords in the central army exclaimed in astonishment.

It's no wonder these demon lords were surprised and mocking. Even if they were naturally chaotic, those who reached the lord position weren't brain-dead; they had already suppressed some of their nature. But the Calamity Lord on the other side was like a little inferior demon, always going all in, which was a bit crazy.

"Hahaha, this is our chance! If they just station their troops on the border, defend it and refuse to attack, and are protected by the power of their territory, it might take them a hundred years to conquer it. But now we can win in one battle."

The succubus lord was overjoyed, saying that her territory was right next to Su Ming's, and she would definitely benefit the most from this battle.

At the command of the various demon lords, a million-strong army poured out of various camps in a chaotic manner, vaguely divided into more than a dozen groups, each under the command of a different lord.

They were clearly divided, and because of their lack of unity, they even started fighting each other before they could even face their enemies.

Seeing this, the demon lords didn't care. It was their nature, and there was no point in restraining them. In any case, the dragons would surely win.

In the abyss, everyone is competing to be the worst. Compared to the million-strong demon army of the allied forces, Su Ming's team stood out. They maintained their formation and order during the charge, and at least there was no infighting.

Rumble!

The army charged forward, with over a million soldiers clashing in battle. Their momentum was like fire, shaking the desolate land. The deafening roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, the killing intent soared to the sky, and the sounds of fighting never ceased.

The two vast armies of black and red clashed violently, and the front lines of the continuous battle line were suddenly hit by the impact. Thousands of demons were thrown into the air, their limbs and bodies flying everywhere, and blood splattering everywhere.

The scene was magnificent and awe-inspiring, so grand and imposing that the timid could only turn pale and tremble with fear.

Almost the instant the two vast armies clashed, the bloody battle of the abyss suddenly descended.

A hazy, crimson world emerged from the desolate land, enveloping the battlefield stretching for hundreds of miles. Wisps of blood energy rose, containing a majestic and vast aura, forming a continuous crimson glow that shrouded the sky, forcibly dispelling the gray mist.

Furthermore, a vast and boundless will, carrying a joyful emotion, gazed upon this place, its thoughts wandering around, emanating an aura that made people tremble.

That was the will of the abyss, once again investing a great deal of attention. This was a sacrifice, meant to please the abyss. This battle was an arena to determine the strongest and gain the abyss's favor.

It is conceivable that this battle will not only give birth to countless mid-level and high-level demons, but may also give birth to new demon lords. As for the biggest winner, he will officially qualify to compete for the title of Abyss Lord.

Both leaders felt a vast and indifferent gaze upon them. Su Ming was shocked to discover that his fifth soul ring, [Resurrection], had failed.

"Fine, so what if it's a life-or-death battle?" Su Ming sneered as he regained his senses, his confidence rising, and he silently observed the situation.

On the battlefield, what was astonishing was that, despite the obvious numerical superiority of the enemy's million-strong army on the defensive and the 200,000-strong army on the offensive, it was not the 200,000-strong army that was first forced to retreat, but the million-strong army of the allied demons.

Boom boom boom!

Under the command of the rank-and-file demons enslaved by the evil god's domain, their own demons fought fiercely, while the enemy's million-strong army was still fighting amongst themselves, plotting against each other, and using demons as scapegoats. How could they possibly win?

Seeing this, the Flame Demon Lord, who was in the leading position of the allied forces, was speechless for a moment, and then watched helplessly as his own vanguard collapsed and was swept back in large numbers, causing the central army to waver.

Su Ming, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was overjoyed. He hadn't expected his servants, who were supposed to be used as cannon fodder, to be so effective. They were completely mixed up with the million-strong army, making it difficult for them to separate and free up their hands.