The horrific massacre at the border between the Tiandou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, in which hundreds of thousands were sacrificed, has yet to yield a single trace of the perpetrators. Now, at the border between the Fasinuo Province and the Balak Kingdom, traces of a battle seemingly involving experts surpassing the Titled Douluo level have surfaced again...
Salas leaned back in the soft chair, tapping his fingers irritably on the armrest. He had only one thought in his mind: the world was truly about to change.
"Forget it, why am I thinking so much?" He quickly waved his hand, throwing all these worries to the back of his mind, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "Let the big shots in the Pope Palace worry about these headaches."
Anyway, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. He is just a bishop of the Martial Soul Temple in Heaven Dou City. He doesn't need to worry about these irrelevant things.
After dismissing his men, Salas turned back to his extravagant and decadent lifestyle.
Fate Defying Valley.
After studying the Spirit Ring Storage Device for three whole days, Ju Zi finally decided to take out the Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring sealed inside and prepare to absorb it.
With the assistance of the Soul Spirit A-Cui, and given her already solid foundation of soul power, the absorption process of this Eighth Spirit Ring was remarkably smooth.
In less than half a day, when she opened her eyes again, her soul power surged, breaking through to level 83 Soul Douluo!
" A-Can! Sister Snow! I did it!"
Ju Zi rushed straight up to Luo Can and Qian Renxue, her little face full of undisguised pride.
As soon as she finished speaking, the Spirit Ring beneath her feet lit up one by one, with eight Spirit Ring pulsating around her body, black, black, black, black, black, black, red.
Although the first six Spirit Ring were improved with Luo Can's Blessing, the seventh and eighth spirit rings, both Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring, were actually absorbed by her own efforts. Just thinking about this filled Ju Zi with pride.
"Congratulations, Ju Zi sister," Qian Renxue said with a smile.
Luo Can nodded in satisfaction and asked with a smile, "Not bad, not bad. Tell me quickly, what is your eighth Soul Skill?"
Ju Zi puffed out her chest proudly before introducing herself. "I have two eighth Soul Skill! The first is the offensive ' Space-Splitting Explosive Tangerine,' which not only triggers a massive explosion of soul power but also creates a brief anti-air effect (sealing off all soul power flow and spatial skills within its range). The other is 'Spirit Resonance Tangerine,' which can greatly assist teammates in their cultivation and quickly restore their soul power and mental state!"
One offensive and one supportive skill, making both Soul Skill extremely useful.
Luo Can and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance, both seeing satisfaction in each other's eyes.
Night quickly enveloped the Fate Defying Valley.
In the dead of night, Luo Can finally managed to deal with the two persistent witches and pay his dues before sneaking out of the Wooden House and heading to the lake to begin his Fishing.
The fishing hook sliced through the water and sank steadily into the lake. The first cast quickly yielded a catch of basic metal ores; the second and third casts also yielded nothing special cultivation resources.
Time passed slowly, and before he knew it, Luo Can had already thrown his seventeenth shot.
This time, the wait time exceeded twenty minutes.
"Looks like we're going to have another good day." Luo Can's eyes lit up, full of anticipation.
After waiting another nine minutes, the fishing line, which had been completely still, suddenly sank sharply downwards, with an astonishingly large amplitude!
"Here it comes!" Luo Can shouted, and with a sudden burst of strength, he flicked his wrist upwards, but only a huge splash of water appeared on the surface, and he couldn't pull the thing underwater up in one go!
He dared not be careless, so he increased his soul power output again and pulled hard with his arm, finally managing to pull the thing underwater out of the lake!
Amidst the splashing water, a tall figure floated on the lake's surface.
He was a tall, thin young man with a stern face.
His hair was pure white, falling to his shoulders. His pupils were narrow, with the whites of his eyes tinged with a faint blue. A clear sword scar ran down his left cheek to his neck.
He was like a long sword standing between heaven and earth, with an invisible sword pressure around him, yet his sword intent was hidden and not revealed, and a sword that exuded the aura of darkness and light hung at his waist.
Looking at the person in front of him, Luo Can felt as if he were not seeing a person, but a peerless sword that had been tempered and refined a thousand times.
[Character: Ji Juechen ]
[Age: 36]
[Martial Soul: Judgment Sword ]
[Title: Sword Obsessive ]
[ Spirit Ring: Yellow Yellow Purple Purple Black Black Black Black Black]
[Synopsis: With only level three Innate Soul Power, he compensated for his innate deficiency with his obsession with swordsmanship, creating a unique cultivation path of " Refining Artifacts Is Refining the Soul," achieving an evolution of his martial soul's essence, and ultimately becoming Titled Douluo, completing his transformation from Common Iron to a divine weapon.]
"It was him." Luo Can looked at the system panel, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.
Ji Juechen can be said to be one of the few people in the entire Douluo series who broke the ironclad rule of "the innate spirit determines one's fate". With only level three Innate Soul Power, he broke through the shackles of talent and achieved a grassroots counterattack by relying on his extreme obsession with swordsmanship. He is also one of the few characters that Luo Can truly admires in the entire Douluo series.
Just as Luo Can's thoughts were churning, Ji Juechen frowned, his sharp eyes locking onto him, his voice icy. "Who are you? Why am I here?"
He remembered that he had just finished sparring with Huo Yuhao and was preparing to return to his residence to review the details of the fight when suddenly he found himself in this completely unfamiliar place.
If he hadn't sensed no malice from the man before him, he probably would have already drawn his sword and attacked.
"My name is Luo Can." Luo Can snapped out of his thoughts and replied with a smile, "This is the Douluo Continent Ten Thousand Years, and this place is called the Fate Defying Valley."
He paused, his gaze falling on the Judgment Sword at Ji Juechen's waist, his tone carrying a hint of persuasion. " Ji Juechen, isn't your lifelong pursuit to challenge more powerful figures and climb to the pinnacle of swordsmanship? Now, are you interested in joining me?"
He knew Ji Juechen's personality all too well.
This man lived his entire life for the way of the sword. Ever since he was defeated by Huo Yuhao, he had always pursued Huo Yuhao as his goal, which led to his later joining the Tang Sect.
He slowly shook his head. "She's not here."
Without Jing Ziyan witnessing my progress in swordsmanship, something seems to be missing. Moreover, I haven't truly surpassed Huo Yuhao yet.
Luo Can raised an eyebrow, naturally knowing who the "she" he was referring to was. He chuckled and tossed out his most tempting bargain, "Whether it's your beloved or your best friend, if you wish, I can bring them into this era, into your side."
Upon hearing this, Ji Juechen flashed and instantly landed less than three meters in front of Luo Can. His sharp eyes fixed on Luo Can, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke, "You seem quite strong too. If you want me to follow you, that's fine too."
He drew the Judgment Sword from his waist, the blade emerging half an inch from its sheath. Instantly, a chilling sword intent soared into the sky, and nine Spirit Ring rose one after another from beneath his feet.
"Defeat me."
As the three words fell, the air in the world seemed to freeze at the sight of that unparalleled sword intent.
"Okay." Luo Can Can's smile slowly faded, and he nodded gently.
The next second, the gentleness in his eyes vanished completely, and an incomparably domineering and fiery will slowly awakened within him.
This world seemed to stand still at that moment.
An invisible longsword, concealing all the sharpness of the world, clashed violently with a blazing, domineering golden sun that swept across the eight wastelands in an invisible space.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a silent clash. The sword intent, sharp to the extreme, and the golden sun will, domineering to the extreme, faced off fiercely in the void, neither willing to yield an inch.
This is a clash of wills.