Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

"You are the successor of Lord Asura God?"

Where is that variable?

Tang San raised his head.

A flash of crimson light crossed his eyes.

"On the other side of the ocean, there is the Douluo Continent."

Tang San's voice was cold.

"He just broke through level 90."

Upon hearing the words "level ninety," the three second-level gods all showed disdain on their faces.

"He's just a mortal Soul Master who just broke through to level ninety."

The voice of the God of Thick Earth was deep and somber.

"The Asura God is making such a big fuss, even going so far as to open a passage between the two worlds. It's really making a mountain out of a molehill."

The God of Wind also gave a cold laugh.

"Mortals are mortals after all. In the face of gods, even if they possess some strange power, they are just stronger ants."

Tang San looked at the arrogant Three Gods without offering any words of advice.

The Asura God used his body to issue the final command.

"Set off."

"Go and bring me Yu Xiaoheng's head."

The three second-level deities bowed slightly.

"As ordered."

next moment.

Three dazzling divine lights soared into the sky, transforming into streams of blue, gold, and yellow light, traversing this blood-red continent with a speed surpassing all others in the world.

Their goal is to conquer the Douluo Continent.

Tang San stood in the gradually drying sea of ​​blood.

He looked in the direction the three gods had left, a smile playing on his lips.

However, Yu Xiaoheng was not in the area the gods were searching for, but had come to a dead end.

……

The winds of the far north are always accompanied by a chilling cold that cuts through the skin.

Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, turning the entire world pale.

Yu Xiaoheng stood at the edge of the snowfield.

His long robes fluttered in the strong wind.

The extreme cold and snow that could freeze an ordinary Soul Master into an ice sculpture were dispelled by an invisible heat wave when they came within three feet of his body.

The soul power within him has reached an unprecedented critical point.

Level 90.

This is a realm that countless Soul Masters can never reach, even after a lifetime of dedicated effort.

But right now, he's only at the starting point of this realm.

He needs a spirit ring.

A ninth soul ring worthy of his Purple-Gold Dragon God Martial Soul.

Yu Xiaoheng looked at his hands.

Beneath the skin, a faint purplish-gold light shimmered.

That was the surging soul power within his body.

In the minds of ordinary Soul Masters, hunting down 100,000-year-old Soul Beasts is the best way to obtain the ninth Soul Ring.

But Yu Xiaoheng didn't think so.

Ordinary soul beasts, even those that are 100,000 years old, ultimately cannot escape the realm of mortals in terms of the nature of their energy.

His martial spirit has begun to evolve in the direction of the Dragon God.

He needs a higher level of power origin.

Only forbidden objects that have left miracles in this world can fulfill his ambitions.

Yu Xiaoheng raised his head and looked into the deeper part of the far north.

His gaze pierced through the heavy wind and snow.

It landed on a place of cause and effect left behind many years ago.

then.

He obtained his third spirit ring here.

That time, he encountered a rainbow dragon corrupted by the power of divine retribution.

And countless evil spirit beasts infected by the power of divine retribution.

Although he eventually succeeded in killing the Rainbow Dragon with the help of his father and obtained the powerful soul skill, the Heavenly Punishment Form.

But he never took the most essential remnant of the Rainbow Dragon with him.

That was a skull.

A colorful skull containing pure divine fire.

Back then, he didn't have enough power to touch that thing.

His physical body is in danger of collapsing simply by getting close.

But now, he is already a level 90 quasi-titled Douluo.

He has cultivated the Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Technique to the third level, and his physical strength is approaching that of a god.

Now, it's time to reclaim this treasure that belongs to him.

Yu Xiaoheng took a step forward.

His body transformed into a blurry, purplish-gold beam of light on the snowfield.

The ultimate wind pattern lit up underfoot.

The violent wind resistance turned into his thrust at that moment.

The ultimate ice pattern operates synchronously.

The frigid laws of the far north did not hinder him; on the contrary, they became nourishment for his journey through the wind.

He walked through the ice and snow.

The speed is extremely fast.

Half an hour later.

Yu Xiaoheng stopped in his tracks.

In front of him appeared an enormous, deep pit.

This deep pit is over three kilometers in diameter.

The pit walls had an eerie, charred black color.

The soil and rocks here were destroyed by fire many years ago.

Even after so many years, the endless snowstorms in the far north still cannot fill this huge crater.

The snowflakes fell into the air above the crater and were wiped away by an invisible force.

Chapter 619 What Was Never Obtained

That's not melting.

Instead, it disappeared.

Yu Xiaoheng stood at the edge of the pit.

He looked down.

Below was a bottomless abyss.

But deep inside, a faint purplish-red light flickered.

The light was faint, yet it carried a destructive aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

The rainbow dragon's skull, imbued with a purer divine fire than the flames emanating from its body, has been melting away over the years.

It's like an inextinguishable furnace, forcibly burning a bottomless abyss deep within the earth.

Yu Xiaoheng did not hesitate for a moment.

He jumped into the deep pit.

Losing weight, the body plummeted straight down into the abyss.

The sound of the wind in my ears gradually changed from violent to deathly still.

As the descent deepened, the surrounding temperature began to change strangely.

The cold of the far north has receded.

What followed was an indescribable heat.

No, that's not ordinary physical heat.

It was a burning sensation acting on the soul and martial spirit.

The martial spirit within Yu Xiaoheng's body began to stir.

A look of wariness flashed in the golden dragon's eyes.