Douluo: Martial Soul Body, I’m True Master

Sitting cross-legged in the secret room, Tang Shan curiously looked around the surrounding environment.

This was his first time coming here; usually, he would Cultivate either in his bedroom or by the pond in the courtyard, basically never using this place.

The secret room was not very large, roughly about twenty square meters, built entirely of marble.

Even the door was carved from a single piece of stone, possessing a strong isolation capability.

Pushing open a stone slab overhead, a sliver of natural light shone in, restoring some brightness to the pitch-black stone room.

“Let me see what this External Soul Bone actually looks like.”

Tang Shan curiously opened the cloth bag, and a moderate fluctuation of Soul Power emanated from the loosened opening of the bag.

This bag was also quite special, and it should have the ability to a certain extent to mask the fluctuations of Soul Power.

Completely loosening the bag opening and turning it downwards, a hand bone that seemed to be carved from Chaos glazed glass fell into his palm.

The size of this hand bone was identical to Tang Shan’s palm, and its whole body presented a strange translucent state, yet it was not purely colorless.

Instead, it was as if all the mixed elements between heaven and earth were compressed together, presenting a deep, grayish Chaos color.

Faint halos flowed across the bone, and at first glance, it was indistinguishable from a human hand bone.

If not for the ancient and vicissitudinous fluctuations of Soul Power emanating from it, one might truly mistake it for an exquisite bone-carving artwork.

What kind of Soul Beast did this Soul Bone come from in the end? Not even Spirit Hall has any records of it.

Tang Shan looked it over back and forth for a moment, failing to see anything particularly special, except for clarifying that this should be a left palm bone.

He simply gripped the Soul Bone in his left hand, preparing to absorb it.

With a thought, his internal Soul Power surged.

Starting from the Dantian, it rushed out frantically along the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, pouring into the Soul Bone in his hand.

The Soul Power inside the transparent hand bone was activated, emitting a dim, faint glow.

Then, the solid existence transformed into countless dazzling streams of light, frantically drilling in along Tang Shan’s palm.

At first, it was just a gentle, warm current bounded by the wrist, permeating the entire left hand.

As time passed, the temperature of this warm current began to climb exponentially, and the original warmth quickly evolved into a scorching roast.

Just this?

Tang Shan frowned slightly; there wasn’t the difficulty Xue Qinghe mentioned, it was just that his palm felt slightly hot.

However, the moment this thought arose in his mind, a sudden change occurred.

The skin of his left hand began to turn red, swell, and expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, showing a morbid flush.

The original warm current had now completely transformed into magma that seemed capable of melting steel, running amok in the Meridians of his palm.

Hiss!

Tang Shan couldn’t help but subconsciously draw a sharp breath, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

This wasn’t just being hot; it was practically throwing his hand into a steel-making furnace!

His right hand uncontrollably gripped his left wrist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if trying to prevent that destructive, excruciating pain from spreading to his whole body through this method.

Soul Power circulated frantically in the Meridians of his palm, attempting to refine those high-quality energies transformed from the Soul Bone.

As the Soul Power refined them, the pain not only failed to lessen, but instead became increasingly violent.

Not only that, as the Soul Bone was refined bit by bit, some even more overbearing and special energies poured into every corner of his body along Tang Shan’s left hand.

Waves of driving-mad numbness and itching came from all limbs and bones.

That special energy began to carry out compulsory modifications to his body; every inch of skin, every muscle, every ligament, and even down to the microscopic cellular level, was being forcibly modified by this overbearing energy.

Without any increase in the total amount of Qi and blood, the person’s overall physical fitness soared at an extremely terrifying speed.

Damn it!

This bone-deep strange itch was even harder to endure than pain.

Tang Shan couldn’t help cursing, his teeth clattering as he desperately restrained the urge to scratch himself raw, while speeding up the output of Soul Power.

Since Soul Power could be refined, could Qi and blood be as well?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Tang Shan, having no time to overthink, mobilized the Qi and blood slowly flowing among his limbs and bones, gathering them at his left hand.

He attempted to forcibly scour and accelerate the refining speed with the massive power of Qi and blood, bringing an end to this collapsing torment.

When that majestic Qi and blood surged into the area where the Soul Bone was located, it was like pouring a bucket of high-concentration gasoline onto a raging fire.

The refining speed indeed suddenly accelerated, but the nature of the pain also underwent earth-shaking changes.

If it was said before that placing the palm in boiling magma, although painful, was still tolerable and would eventually become numb over time;

Then now, Tang Shan felt that the hand bones of his left hand were being smashed section by section by an invisible giant hand, then forcibly pulled out, and then a brand-new bone full of thorns was forcefully stuffed in.

Not only was this pain extreme to the limit, but every replacement was a brand-new, ultimate torment.

His consciousness gradually grew dim.

It wasn’t that Tang Shan’s willpower was not firm enough, but that that special power had already penetrated his physical body and directly affected his Soul.

In a trance, he seemed to find himself in a vast, ancient battlefield.

Two majestic figures supporting the heavens and earth were colliding frantically.

One was human-shaped, radiating an ancient and vast aura all over its body; the other was humanoid, with a violent and barbarous aura.

Every time they collided, it was accompanied by earth-shaking roars, shaking the entire mountain forest and canyon.

The terrifying aftermath of the battle raged in all directions like a tsunami, and wherever it passed, the earth cracked and mountains collapsed.

Tang Shan’s consciousness silently watched this battle from the sidelines, without a single thought rising.

His state at this moment was very mystical; clearly witnessing everything, yet unable to give birth to any thoughts, as if only his subconscious was watching the battle at this moment.

The ancient language was rough and obscure; he could not understand its specific meaning, but he could feel the slaughter and unyieldingness contained within it.

As time passed, the blurred scene gradually became clear.

This was a huge mountain piercing straight into the clouds, with nothing remarkable about it except for the year-round lingering poisonous mist and oppressive dead silence.

Roar!

An ear-shattering roar sounded, and that tall human-shaped figure moved.

Its huge fist carried the majestic mighty force of heaven and earth, crashing toward its opponent like a meteorite.

Wherever it passed, the air was compressed into a solid state, the color of heaven and earth changed, and endless Origin Qi poured madly into its body, transforming into pure strength.

There were no fancy techniques, just the most pure and overbearing frontal bombardment.

Rip!

Space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and five golden sharp claws that could cut through heaven and earth appeared out of thin air.

They carried a heart-palpitating cold light as they met that punch containing the might of heaven and earth head-on.

Boom!

The instant the fist and claws intersected, space twisted and shattered like a mirror.

A terrifying shockwave spread in a ring around the surroundings, and towering ancient trees that required several people to embrace were uprooted, instantly ground into fine powder.

The humanoid creature’s huge sole stepped onto the ground, and the entire earth collapsed abruptly, leaving a bottomless, huge footprint.

It let out an unknown roar, accompanied by heavy punches powerful enough to shatter mountain peaks, frantically fighting back against its opponent.

Moo!

Just at this moment, an elephant roar that resounded through heaven and earth suddenly rang out.

The battlefield of the two sides seemed to have strayed into the territory of some giant beast, arousing the master’s fury.

A giant elephant somewhat similar to the Diamond Mammoth, but with an even more terrifying size, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, charged toward the two people fighting each other.

As the giant elephant galloped, the earth trembled violently, and its size also expanded madly.

Almost instantly, its height soared to a behemoth of fifty meters, resembling a moving mountain.

However, facing this terrifying giant elephant, the two figures engaged in fierce battle didn’t even look at it.

A thick arm covered in golden fur and a large hand that looked no different from a human’s yet exuded endless coercion reached out simultaneously, grabbing the giant elephant’s two slender and sharp tusks respectively.

Immediately afterward, the two people exerted force simultaneously as if they shared a telepathic connection, actually lifting this fifty-meter-tall, mountain-like giant elephant over their heads, tossing it casually.

They threw it thousands of meters away like throwing trash, snapping countless mountain peaks.

Then the two sides collided instantly again, continuing that earth-shaking life-and-death battle.

Time didn’t know how long had passed; suns rose and moons fell, seas turned into mulberry fields, repeating like this.

The unknown language let out a final heaven-shaking roar, filled with reluctance and anger.

However, facing that dazzling golden light that tore apart heaven and earth, it was ultimately powerless to reverse the situation.

In a trance, that golden light seemed to be mixed with a hint of crystal-clear purple.

The huge body fell like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily onto the mountain peak where the decisive battle began.

The mountain collapsed, and rift valleys emerged.

That huge left hand opened weakly in the Void Realm, as if trying to grasp something, but eventually hung down slowly, completely losing all breath and sleeping forever in this endless canyon.

Consciousness withdrew abruptly like a tide, and Tang Shan opened his eyes abruptly, panting heavily, as if just fished out of the water.

The itching all over his body still continued, and the excruciating pain of replacing bones hadn’t stopped either, but at this moment his consciousness was still immersed in the earth-shaking battle just now.

What were they? Could that man be the owner of the hand bone?

No, was that definitely a human?

The giant elephant that appeared halfway through eventually expanded to a height of fifty meters, but judging from the height comparison, the two sides of the battle seemed to be a cut taller than that giant elephant.

Isn’t this a bit outrageous?

Why did the light that tore apart heaven and earth carry purple later on? Did it kill the owner of the hand bone?

And that unknown language, full of primitive and barbarous qualities, why has it never been recorded in the books of Spirit Hall?

Thoughts arose and perished one by one, and numerous doubts flooded into Tang Shan’s heart.

But what made him most curious and yearning was that the physical sense of power of these two creatures—whether they were Soul Beasts or not—was simply too attractive.

If they were Soul Beasts, he wondered if they still existed on the mainland today.

If they were used as his Soul Rings, he wondered what kind of Soul skills he could obtain.

The boiling thoughts had long ignored the pain and itching, leaving only excitement.

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During this process, the bones of Tang Shan’s left hand were extracted one by one and then replaced.

Every cell in his whole body and every part of his body underwent a special transformation, as if he had become a bit more amiable and close to the Origin Qi of heaven and earth.

It could be foreseen that even without absorbing this Soul Bone, purely relying on the benefits of this body modification, Tang Shan had made a huge profit this time.

In Tang Shan’s courtyard, Xue Qinghe furrowed his brows slightly, his eyes filled with worry.

Looking up at the sky, the sun had just risen at this moment.

“Grandpa Gold Crocodile, it has been three days. Tang Shan won’t be in trouble, will he?”

Gold Crocodile Douluo was still standing in the same spot as before, as if he had never moved.

He glanced at Xue Qinghe, whose complexion was somewhat haggard, and shook his head helplessly.

“Xiaoxue, this is already the second time you’ve asked me this hour. Rest assured, the absorption is almost done.

You haven’t rested well these past three days, so you should go back and rest for a bit first.

With your Grandpa Gold Crocodile here, Tang Shan will be fine.”

Xue Qinghe showed no intention of going back at all, instead staring closely at the closed stone door.

Gold Crocodile Douluo likewise looked toward the direction of the secret room, his gaze piercing through the stone door and observing the subtle changes happening in Tang Shan’s body through his skin.

It’s really strange; that corpse should clearly be a strength-type Soul Beast, so why is what’s being modified Tang Shan’s affinity with the Origin Qi of heaven and earth?

Now that the identity of that beast in Death Canyon is known, then as its opponent, how extraordinary must its own race be?

I hope you can give us this answer after your successful Fusion, Tang Shan.

But unexpectedly, the Body Martial Soul actually turned out to be the condition for this Soul Bone’s Fusion; it felt unexpected yet logical.

Could it be that this kid really has some great Luck?

However, I am still curious about the true identity of the owner of this Soul Bone.

The surging Soul Power returned to the Dantian, the boiling Qi and blood gradually subsided, and the Fusion of the Soul Bone reached its end.

Crack, crunch!

It seemed to be the crisp sound of initial movement, or perhaps friction from not moving for a long time.

Subconsciously moving his left palm, a series of crisp bone sounds came from within.