After hearing Lin Yun's doubts, Gu Yuena grew serious as well.
If she could help, Gu Yuena naturally would not hold back. The responsibility of being the Co-Lord of Soul Beasts had originally rested on her shoulders, but now, Lin Yun, her brother, had helped her bear it all.
How could she begrudge such insignificant assistance?
Before she could answer, an aged voice rang out.
"It should be possible." Electrolux, clad in gray robes, appeared beside Lin Yun as well, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"This old man has studied the rules of your world for some time. They are quite interesting."
Then, Electrolux gave his answer.
The reason ordinary soul masters of Douluo Continent could not break through level one hundred and become gods was, ultimately, that their foundations were insufficient. Consider the three minor realms of a Limit Douluo: Quasi-Demigod, Demigod, and Quasi-God.
An ordinary Limit Douluo could at most reach the Quasi-Demigod level. Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, and Ye Xishui were examples of this. As for that weakling Xuan Zi, he was practically the floor of the Quasi-Demigod realm—the gatekeeper.
Even Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu, and Bo Saixi from ten thousand years ago had at most reached the Quasi-Demigod level. However, all three had ties to deities. One was a ruthless figure who had reached the eighth trial of the Asura God's Divine Examination and nearly inherited the Asura God's Divine Rank, while the other two were high priests of First-Level Gods.
If they could borrow enough divine power, the three of them could completely transcend the limits of Quasi-Demigods and attain the combat strength of Demigods, or even Quasi-Gods.
But that was merely borrowed power, not their true realm.
Then came Yun Ming ten thousand years later. Every one of his Soul Rings was at least red,