Level 93 Titled Douluo! Becoming Younger!

Right, it was a baptism!

Those who survived the heavenly tribulation would be recognized by the rules of heaven and earth, receiving an all-around sublimation.

At that moment, that force of sublimation was surging into Dugu Bo's body!

First was his spiritual power.

A cool force rushed into his mind, and Dugu Bo felt his consciousness extending infinitely.

He saw the dark currents deep at the bottom of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes,

he saw the soul beasts inhabiting every ancient tree outside the valley,

he saw the 80,000 to 90,000-year-level soul beasts hunting in the Sunset Forest several miles away...

Within a radius of ten miles, every movement was within his perception.

A Titled Douluo's spiritual power was already powerful, but at that moment, his spiritual power had precisely doubled!

Moreover, the quality of his spiritual power had also undergone a qualitative change.

It was no longer ordinary spiritual power, but rather intertwined with a trace of the power of the heavenly tribulation... Divine Will!

Secondly, the quality of his soul power.

Dugu Bo introspected within his body, discovering that the soul power that had originally flowed like a stream had now become as viscous as quicksilver.

Every wisp of soul power was compressed to the extreme, and its density was several times greater than before.

With the same total amount of soul power, the might he could now unleash was at least three times that of before!

His soul power level...

Dugu Bo sensed it, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

Level 93!

From level 92 to level 93 was only a single level away.

Furthermore, he had been stuck at that bottleneck for a long time.

Yet the gap of this single level was, at the level of a Titled Douluo, a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

Besides, his level 93 was definitely not an ordinary level 93.

It was blessed by seven black and two red soul rings, blessed by the God-level Martial Soul Nine Nether Divine Dragon, and blessed by the ultra-high-quality soul power tempered by the heavenly tribulation!

Even when facing a Super Douluo above level 96, he would not fall behind in the slightest!

Next was his physical strength.

Dugu Bo lowered his head to look at his own body.

The layer of charred black on the surface of his skin was peeling off, revealing the newborn skin underneath.

That was no longer the skin of an ordinary human.

Beneath every inch of skin, a faint dark purple glow flowed, which was the sign of the Netherworld Power merging into his flesh.

The density of his muscles, the hardness of his bones, the width of his meridians!

All of them had achieved a qualitative leap.

Right now, even without soul power protecting his body, his physical strength alone was enough to withstand attacks at the Soul Douluo level!

Finally, and most importantly, his martial soul.

The phantom of the Nine Nether Divine Dragon reappeared behind him.

Compared to before weathering the tribulation, the black dragon phantom had become much more solid, almost turning into a physical entity.

In those dark golden dragon eyes, a trace of intelligent light had appeared.

That was no longer a pure martial soul phantom.

That was... a martial soul that possessed faint intelligence!

One of the signs of a God-level Martial Soul was that the martial soul itself possessed intelligence.

Although it was still very faint, this already proved that the grade of the Nine Nether Divine Dragon was a true divine level!

As for the dark purple nether qi surrounding the black dragon, it had also changed after the heavenly tribulation.

There was now a trace of thunder within the nether qi, with purple electrical arcs flickering faintly inside the dark purple nether qi.

The power of the heavenly tribulation had been absorbed by the Nine Nether Divine Dragon!

The current Netherworld Power was no longer just a combination of poison and earth, but also mixed with the judgmental power of the heavenly tribulation.

Its might...

Was beyond comparison.

Dugu Bo slowly raised his right hand.

In his palm, a ball of dark purple energy condensed into shape, exuding an aura that made the soul tremble.

"Is this... the power of the Nine Nether Divine Dragon?"

He muttered softly, the dark purple nether qi reflecting in his dark golden dragon eyes.

The heavenly tribulation was over.

His martial soul had evolved.

His soul rings had transitioned.

His level had broken through.

Right now, compared to before entering the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes, he was two completely different people.

And all of this had taken only a single night.

Dugu Bo raised his head, gazing in the direction of Heaven Dou City.

The sky was about to grow bright.

A new day was about to begin.

And his legend had only just begun.

The heavenly tribulation dispersed, and the dark clouds vanished entirely.

The night sky before dawn was exceptionally clear, dotted with bright stars like a scattering of gems, the moonlight akin to water.

Beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes, Dugu Bo stood alone.

The clothes torn apart by the lightning had long since turned to fragments scattered all over the ground. He was bare-chested at the moment, and what was exposed was no longer his former emaciated and hunchbacked physique.

Yet he was not in a hurry to leave.

His gaze fell upon that wondrous pool of water before him.

The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes intertwined crimson and snow-white, the surface of the spring smooth as a mirror.

Dugu Bo took two steps forward, squatted down by the edge of the spring, and lowered his head to gaze at his reflection in the water.

At that moment, his breathing froze for a fraction of a second.

What was reflected in the water was not the face he was familiar with.

It was no longer that ashen-faced, deep-set-eyed, high-cheekboned old man.

It was no longer that sickly ghost tortured by the Backlash Poison for decades, aging before his time.

Replacing them was...

An unfamiliar, yet incomparably satisfying face.

Dense black hair cascaded down his shoulders, no longer grayish-white and sparse.

His forehead was full and smooth, without a trace of wrinkles.

His eyebrows were like long swords, slanting upward into his temples, carrying a sharp and fierce aura naturally.

His bridge of nose was high and straight like a mountain, his lip line distinct, and his jawline rugged yet smooth.

And the most eye-catching feature was those eyes.

They were no longer the dark green snake pupils, but dark golden dragon eyes.

Deep within the pupils, two balls of nether fire seemed to burn quietly, noble and profound, making one dare not meet his gaze.

Across his entire face, not a trace of agedness could be found.

Replaced in its stead was an extremely aggressive handsome appearance.

It was not that kind of frail and delicate handsomeness, but a domineering and sharp handsomeness carrying the majesty of the Dragon Clan.

"Is this... me?"

Dugu Bo murmured to himself, a trace of disbelief in his voice.

He raised his hand, touching his own cheek.

His skin was smooth, firm, and elastic, no longer possessing that loose and rough texture from before.

The temperature transmitting from his fingertips was warm and full of vitality.

He turned his palm over, looking at the back of his hand.

That once emaciated hand with protruding veins had now become slender and powerful, with distinct knuckles.

Beneath the skin flowed a faint dark purple glow, which was the trace of the Nine Nether Divine Dragon's power melting into his bloodline.

His entire temperament had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation.

He was no longer that sinister and ruthless Old Poisoner who struck awe and fear into people's hearts.

Instead, he was a noble and majestic middle-aged man, resembling an emperor descended to the mortal world.

The Dragon Aspect Manifestation.

Supreme Bearing.

Dugu Bo stared at the reflection in the water for a long time, the corners of his mouth slowly lifting upward.

"The Backlash Poison... tormented me for decades, making me neither human nor ghost."

"Now, I have finally shaken it off completely."

He straightened his body, rolling his shoulders.

His bones emitted crisp cracking sounds, every single one brimming with a sense of power.

Once, his body had been eroded by toxins, causing him to hunch over and walk with a slight stoop.

Yet now his spine was straight as a pine, his shoulders broad and waist narrow, his muscle lines smooth and brimming with explosive force.

This was not a physique cultivated through deliberate exercise, but the natural, perfect state presented after the heavenly tribulation tempered his body and his martial soul evolved.

His vital energy was vigorous, teeming with life.

Just like a burning raging fire, it surged wildly within his body.

Dugu Bo clenched his fist, feeling the explosive power contained within his palm.

This body was several times stronger than his previous peak condition.