Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 2 Soul Split, One Soul in Two Bodies

There is good news and there is bad news.

The good news is that he clearly remembers that before being taken away by that 100-ton truck, his mobile phone, which was filled with countless study materials, was also crushed under the wheels and physically formatted.

Otherwise, if some passerby accidentally picked it up... the thought of such a socially devastating scenario made his scalp tingle.

Even in death, he wanted to leave behind a lasting legacy.

The bad news is that his embarrassing system is indeed gone, because it couldn't withstand the host's good fortune, suffered an energy overload, its core collapsed, and it completely vanished.

Before the system crashed, of the ten-draw lottery rewards, only the five golden legends that caused the disaster survived the explosion.

He was able to awaken his martial soul innately without going through the martial soul awakening ceremony, thanks to one of the golden legends that merged with his soul.

That was a being from a two-word open-world game from a previous life who controlled time, the "Ruler of Time" Ishtar.

She has now transformed into Yin Chen's martial spirit.

He clearly sensed that there were two golden legends that had merged with him. One of them transformed into the martial soul Istaru, but the other was like looking at flowers through fog. No matter what he did, he could not find any definite trace of its existence or its function. It seemed to have completely disappeared, or existed in some way that he could not understand.

The other three golden legends that were swept away and disappeared are closely connected to the half of his lost soul origin.

Although they are extremely far apart, with initial sensing distances of at least several thousand kilometers, they have not lost contact.

The thought of his other half, who was one with him, facing a predicament thousands of miles away filled Yin Chen with a strange sense of irritability and helplessness. He subconsciously raised his small hand and rubbed his furrowed brow in frustration.

This subtle movement did not escape the notice of Gray, who had been watching him closely.

The old man's heart tightened immediately. He assumed the boy was overwhelmed with grief or uncomfortable from the chilly wind of the cemetery. He quickly stepped forward, his thin but warm hand gently pressing on the boy's frail, heartbreakingly thin shoulder. His voice was hoarse and choked with emotion:
"Xiao Chen... please accept my condolences. We... should go back now."

The calloused hand conveyed a dry warmth, a rare and precious tenderness in this world.

Yin Chen raised his head, his golden eyes seeming somewhat distant.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the tall, cold black tombstone before him, past the low and solid walls of Yuming City, and finally landed in the distant west, on the dark mountain range that stretched across the horizon and slumbered like a giant dragon in the dim light of the sky—the Mingdou Mountains.

That was the place where his adoptive parents in this life died in battle.

At the same time, in his soul's perception, that place was also the direction of another version of himself, the half of his soul that had been torn apart and taken away.

"Let's go, Uncle Grey, let's go home."

Yin Chen could only shake his head helplessly in the end, temporarily suppressing all his chaotic and complicated thoughts.

At this moment, he was just a six-year-old child, penniless and powerless, and could only hope that his other self wouldn't be too unlucky.

After all, he was just a six-year-old child with no powerful background. His family only had one Soul Master, Uncle Hui, and at most, the commander of the Eighth Soul Master Legion would take care of him out of consideration for his deceased parents.

But to ask someone to risk going thousands of miles away to save a person is simply a pipe dream. His parents, as members of the Eighth Soul Master Legion, possessed Soul Master-level cultivation and had been following the renowned White Tiger Duke for many years, guarding the Mingdou Mountain Range.

This time, it was precisely because of another small-scale conflict with the Sun Moon Empire that he unfortunately perished at the hands of the enemy.

The sentiment of sacrificing oneself for the country can probably only ensure that the two orphans, one old and one young, will not be easily bullied and have their family property seized by some unscrupulous people in the short term.

After all, his parents' years of military service had allowed them to accumulate some wealth, which, while not abundant, was still enough to make others envious.

However, even the most greedy nobles must weigh the consequences of offending the entire military system before taking action.

Neither the White Tiger Duke Dai Hao, known for his toughness, nor the Golden Spear Douluo, who commands the Eighth Soul Master Legion and is famous for his powerful attacks, are easy to deal with.

If the oppression of military orphans is exposed, they will face not only the wrath of the Eighth Soul Master Legion, but also the united attack of the entire Star Luo Empire's military.

……

Just as Yin Chen felt powerless, thousands of kilometers away, within the territory of the Sun Moon Empire, deep within that dreaded Demon Forest.

The light here can never penetrate, as it is obscured by countless twisted, gnarled, and strangely shaped giant branches and the thick miasma that never dissipates, creating a realm of eternal night.

The air was filled with the sweet smell of decaying plants and the fishy odor of deep soil.

This place is a paradise for powerful soul beasts, but also a graveyard for the weak and intruders. Ordinary soul masters dare not set foot here.

However, at this moment, in this perilous forest area where deathly silence and howling sounds coexist, a petite figure, out of place with its surroundings, is moving cautiously and laboriously among the jagged rocks and the exposed, twisting, black tree roots that resemble giant pythons.

It was a girl who looked to be about six years old.

Her once exquisite purple and white dress was now torn in several places, the soft hem cut open by sharp thorns and stone edges along the way, vaguely revealing her fair, almost transparent, and delicate skin underneath.

She possessed an extremely rare head of smooth, silver hair, as if formed from moonlight, reaching her waist, while the ends of her hair strangely turned into a mysterious pale purple.

What's even more peculiar is that, nestled among her smooth silver hair, stand two small, delicate, pointed ears that tremble slightly involuntarily as their owner becomes more alert, trying their best to detect even the slightest rustling of wind or grass around them.

What is most striking are her eyes, which are like those carved from the finest amethyst, clear and pure, as if they contain stars.

However, at this moment, those beautiful eyes were filled with a melancholy that was completely at odds with her youthful appearance.

"Damn it, where the hell did this lousy system blow me up to?"

The girl's clear, childlike voice carried a hint of irritability.

That's right, the consciousness in this body is Yin Chen. Although the body belongs to someone else, the one controlling this body is Yin Chen's other half of his soul. He can now be said to have one soul and two bodies.

(End of this chapter)