Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 40 Poison Douluo

In terms of resources, Ye Xishui poured far more into Xia Die than the Star Luo Royal Family could give Yin Chen.

In terms of talent, this golden-blooded body's advantages in absorbing soul power and cultivating spiritual power completely crush all the so-called geniuses of this era.

"An unprecedented eight-year-old Soul Master..."

Scarlet Nightmare murmured softly.

She still remembers that when Xia Die's soul power reached level 30 and she came to report, even the usually unfathomable Supreme Master Ye Xishui was momentarily stunned.

The cult leader, Zhongli Wu, was overjoyed, repeatedly proclaiming that the era of the Holy Spirit Cult was about to arrive, and instantly raised the level of attention and protection given to Xia Die by several notches.

It should be noted that Zhongli Wu's own disciple, Yan Feng, a genius with a bone dragon martial soul, also has an astonishing cultivation speed.

But in Zhongliwu's eyes now, Yanfeng and Xiadie are worlds apart.

In the past two years, Xia Die has been far from a hothouse flower in the Holy Spirit Church.

She defeated almost all of the elite disciples at headquarters whose cultivation level was below Soul King.

Whether it was a genius evil soul master who rapidly increased his cultivation through bizarre and evil methods, or an opponent whose level was a whole grade higher than her, none of them could withstand her pure death power for even the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. She never suffered a defeat.

Fei Yan looked at the girl in front of him, whose aura was becoming increasingly profound and whose appearance was so exquisite that she seemed to be from another world, and felt a mix of emotions.

She is both Xia Die's protector and, in a way, an observer, watching the growth of an unprecedented monster created by the Supreme Master himself.

Just as Xia Die stabilized her realm and before her three soul rings had fully retracted, a slightly hoarse and peculiar voice came from the canopy of a tall, withered tree nearby:
"Tsk tsk tsk... An eight-year-old Soul Master, with two purple and one black marks, little girl, you are truly a monster."

The sound appeared without warning, as if it had blended into the surrounding deathly silent forest.

Fei Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and crimson soul power instantly condensed around her. Almost instinctively, she took a step forward, firmly shielding Xia Die, whose aura had not yet fully calmed down, behind her.

She looked up, her gaze sharp as a knife, locked onto the source of the voice, her tone icy and filled with undisguised hostility:
"Old Poisoner, what are you doing here?"

On the branches of that withered tree, a figure was seen leaning against something.

The man had long, dark green hair, an aged face, and an unhealthy pale complexion. He exuded a faint, deathly aura that blended with the forest's own atmosphere of death while also carrying a unique, chilling toxicity.

What is most striking are his eyes, a deep green tinged with the turbidity of a lifetime, now gazing down at the butterfly with undisguised amazement and complexity.

Xia Die looked up, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in her amethyst-like eyes.

She recognized him.

Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.

In this era, he is not a living person, but a soul randomly resurrected by "True Blood of All Causes," pulled back from the dust of history ten thousand years ago—a Nirvana corpse with memories and power from his previous life.

By some unknown coincidence, he was encountered by the Third Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, Ming Lei Douluo, who was out on business. He was eventually recruited and joined the Holy Spirit Cult.

Unlike his inhuman state when he was first resurrected, he now appears no different from an ordinary person. This is clearly the result of a powerful Nirvana Corpse mastering control over his own flesh and blood to the extreme, thus concealing his true nature.

Xia Die's mind raced, confirming that Dugu Bo probably didn't know that she was the source of "Ten Thousand Industries True Blood".

His appearance here is most likely just a coincidence; perhaps he was attracted by the energy fluctuations from hunting spirit beasts and absorbing spirit rings.

Hearing Fei Yan's hostile questioning, Dugu Bo, who was in the tree, gave a helpless bitter smile. He waved his hand and relaxed his posture to show that he had no ill intentions: "Why is Crimson Douluo so nervous? I just happened to be passing by, felt the energy fluctuations, and came to take a look."

His gaze fell on Xia Die again, and his expression of amazement grew even stronger.

"I have no ill intentions, nor would I dare to."

His tone deepened with a sense of desolation, and he said self-deprecatingly:

"I am but an ancient relic who died ten thousand years ago. I was fortunate enough to be given a second life. How could I dare to have the slightest ill intentions towards the Death Saintess personally chosen by the Supreme Leader? Besides, the Holy Spirit Sect has taken in an outcast like me and given me a place to live. I still remember this kindness."

He paused, his voice lowering, carrying a desolate quality that seemed to transcend eternity:

"Otherwise, with my appearance as a living dead, in the eyes of those self-proclaimed righteous forces outside, I would probably be more like a heretic than an evil soul master, and sooner or later I would be punished on behalf of Heaven and my bones would be crushed to dust."

At this point, a hint of indescribable loneliness and confusion flashed in Dugu Bo's emerald eyes.

After his resurrection, he went through a period of confusion and adjustment, and also secretly investigated this unfamiliar new era.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the world has changed dramatically.

The former power structure of Heaven Dou and Star Luo has changed, and the Spirit Hall has long since become dust of history.

As for the little monsters in his memory, such as Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Oscar, they are said to have already achieved godhood and ascended to the realm of gods.

His former friends, rivals, and even his granddaughter whom he worried about most, have all turned to dust.

This world no longer contains anything he was familiar with.

He was like a ghost from the wrong era, possessing immense power but nowhere to place his heart that belonged to the past.

Upon hearing this, Fei Yan's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but the wariness in her eyes did not completely disappear.

She said coldly, "It's good that you know. The Holy Maiden has just broken through and needs to consolidate her realm. If there's nothing else, please do as you please."

Dugu Bo gave Xia Die a deep look, his gaze complex and unfathomable, containing both amazement and curiosity.

After all, Xia Die's talent was too terrifying. Even Tang San back then wouldn't dare to call himself a genius in front of Xia Die.

He said no more, and his figure disappeared silently from the withered tree branch as if it had never existed, as if it had blended into the air.

Star Luo Royal Junior Soul Master Academy, Star Observation Platform on the Back Mountain.

The night was cool and still, and countless stars were like shattered diamonds embedded in the deep sky.

Yin Chen sat alone on the cold steps, gazing up at the vast sea of ​​stars. His golden eyes reflected the starlight, yet were even more profound and unfathomable than the stars themselves.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the connection coming from the depths of his soul.

In the distance, another body was radiating a stable and powerful soul force fluctuation—level 33, three rings, two purple and one black.

"Soul Master level...?"

A faint smile appeared on Yin Chen's lips; he was in a very pleasant mood.

(End of this chapter)