Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 9 Golden Spear Douluo
To become a god and gain eternal life and absolute freedom, there seem to be only two paths before one's eyes.

Either be like Huo Yuhao, be valued by the God King, become his loyal henchman, and in exchange for a godhood.

Alternatively, it could be the extremely difficult and uncertain path to creating one's own divine position.

The latter requires a massive amount of faith power and a profound understanding of the laws, and the time it takes is enough to make most genius soul masters die of old age in despair halfway through.

"Thinking about these things now might be too early..."

Yin Chen shook his head slightly and scattered the last of the fish food in his hand, causing the koi in the pond to thrash about.

"But if you don't even dare to think about it, how can you possibly reach it?"

His gaze gradually sharpened, like the edge of a quenched blade.

He was mediocre in his past life, and he will never repeat the same mistakes in this one.

He will give his all, utilizing every available resource, step by step, treading over thorns and bones, to reach the pinnacle of power.

He wanted to become the strongest, so that even the so-called God-King could not manipulate his destiny at will, and so that those so-called chosen ones of destiny could not stop his progress.

He wants freedom.

Not the kind of limited, constrained freedom, but true, unrestrained freedom.

You can decide what to do and what not to do; you can protect everything you want to protect; and you can refuse everything you don't want to accept.

The highest throne in this world is destined to have a master in the future, so why can't that person be Yin Chen?!

He wants to create a world—an absolute realm where no one, no god, can threaten him, and no power can defy his will.

He wants to be the sole master of that world, the rule-maker.

This idea might sound arrogant, even a bit like the immaturity of a teenager, but Yin Chen knew that it was his truest and most fervent desire and dream deep in his heart, the goal for which he had to burn everything in his second life.

He looked down at his reflection in the water, his white hair and golden eyes burning with a flame called ambition.

The road ahead is still long, but he has already seen the direction.

Yin Chen gazed at the koi carp vying for food in the pond, but his eyes had already drifted into the distance.

He muttered to himself, as if confirming his judgment: "Next, we just have to wait."

His heart is as clear as a mirror.

A few days ago, witnessed by members of the Eighth Soul Master Legion, his innate martial soul awakening, accompanied by his black hair turning snow-white and his golden eyes blooming, could not possibly be ignored by the military.

The name Yin Chen, along with his time-based martial soul and innate full soul power, must have already been presented as urgent intelligence to the high command of the legion.

His background is impeccable; he is an orphan of the Eighth Soul Master Legion with impeccable revolutionary credentials, and both his parents were officers who sacrificed their lives for the country.

With such a background, coupled with an innate awakening and top-tier talent that are rare in history, he is a treasure that no power can afford to miss.

The Eighth Soul Master Legion will not remain indifferent to this.

And this is exactly what Yin Chen hoped for.

He knew perfectly well that he came from an ordinary background and did not have the support of a large family.

To acquire cultivation resources and to gain a foothold and climb higher in this world, he must demonstrate sufficient value to attract investors.

The Eighth Soul Master Legion is undoubtedly the best platform he can access at this stage.

He needs this first pot of gold—whether it's guidance in Soul Master cultivation, assistance in acquiring Soul Rings, or more tangible resource allocation—to take the most solid first step on the path to becoming a powerful figure. "His background..."

Yin Chen sighed softly, not as a complaint, but as a calm realization.

He knew perfectly well that although his current status was not particularly distinguished, he was already far more fortunate than the vast majority of ordinary people in the world.

In this era where the Spirit Hall has been destroyed, commoners who wish to awaken their spirit need to travel to the Awakening Hall in various places and pay a considerable fee.

For many families struggling to make ends meet, this sum of money is an insurmountable barrier, burying countless children who might have the talent of a Soul Master in obscurity.

In contrast, as a military orphan, he at least had the opportunity to awaken his martial spirit and a relatively safe environment to grow up in.

This is already a starting point that many people can only dream of.

"Although the innate awakening of the martial soul makes this initial advantage seem less crucial..."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Yin Chen's lips.

However, the bond between him and the Eighth Soul Master Legion, forged by his parents' blood and his own talent, remains the most valuable and essential resource he must utilize.

He withdrew his gaze from the pond, his eyes regaining their calm and resolute expression.

The bait has been cast; now all he needs to do is patiently wait for the fish to bite, and then seize this crucial first opportunity to begin his journey.

The road to the highest throne is destined to be long and arduous, and this is where it begins.

The Eighth Soul Master Legion, Mingdou Mountain Range Defense Command.

In a simply furnished yet dignified office, a burly, resolute middle-aged man is intently reading an encrypted document in his hands.

The general's star on his epaulets and the faint, mountain-like fluctuations of his soul power proclaimed his noble status and formidable strength.

He is none other than the commander of the Eighth Soul Master Legion, titled Golden Spear, a level 94 Power Attack-type Title Douluo, Jin Yang.

The document contained a detailed report about Yin Chen, an orphan whose parents had just died on the front lines and who subsequently experienced the unusual phenomenon of awakening his innate martial soul.

Jin Yang's gaze lingered for a moment on keywords such as innate awakening, white hair and golden eyes, time attribute, and innate full soul power. His eyes were deep, and his fingertips unconsciously tapped the smooth mahogany table, making a soft tapping sound.

He commands the Eighth Soul Master Legion and is stationed in the Mingdou Mountains year-round. In addition to defending against the Sun Moon Empire, he also shoulders another secret mission from the Star Luo Royal Family—to control Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger.

That Duke of White Tiger was a man of great military achievements, with extremely high prestige in the military and his power expanding rapidly.

Even though he had a very close personal relationship with Xu Jiawei, the current emperor of Xingluo, and they were as close as brothers, he still had to be cautious while sitting in the emperor's seat.

This is the art of imperial strategy, and also a necessary means to consolidate imperial power.

Jin Yang himself greatly admired Dai Hao's character and abilities, but as a royal retainer, he had to stand firmly on the side of the Xingluo royal family without reservation.

A child with impeccable revolutionary credentials, whose parents were both martyrs in the military, and whose talent was nothing short of monstrous... Jin Yang's mind raced.

Under normal circumstances, he might consider personally training such a promising talent to add another future general to the legion.

However, given the current delicate political landscape, the appearance of this child has taken on an unusual significance.

He couldn't let the child be tied too closely to the Legion too early, especially to him personally, lest he fall into the eyes of some people and become a bargaining chip, or arouse unnecessary suspicion.

At the same time, such a rare genius must not be allowed to drift aimlessly or be easily lured away by other forces.

(End of this chapter)