Martial Soul Metamorphosis

Under the instruction of Dugu Bo, Luo Chen began the harvest alongside Guang Ling Douluo.

Naturally, it was certainly not as vulgar as Tang San's methods.

They only plucked what they currently needed, items that could be absorbed immediately.

With the aid of an ancient tome Luo Chen had brought from the Worship Hall that specifically recorded immortal herbs, as well as the guidance of their respective martial souls, Luo Chen and Guang Ling Douluo each harvested several immortal-grade herbs.

Luo Chen harvested four in total, three of which were intended to detoxify Dugu Bo.

The three herbs were the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, the Infernal Delicate Apricot, and the Aromatic Silk Beauty.

Under Luo Chen's direction, Guang Ling Douluo used his soul power to extract portions of these three immortal herbs, eventually refining them into a small vial of medicinal liquid.

Once this was done, Guang Ling Douluo went to the side and began to absorb the two immortal herbs he had chosen for himself.

As for Luo Chen, he approached Dugu Bo, who had been waiting anxiously.

"Senior Dugu Bo, it is time to take your medicine."

Dugu Bo: "..."

Although Luo Chen's tone sounded somewhat strange, Dugu Bo still raised his hand to take the liquid and drank a small mouthful.

According to Luo Chen, this was to protect his meridians and internal organs.

Afterward, under Luo Chen's guidance, Dugu Bo began to gather the toxins within his body toward his dantian.

Seeing that both Title Douluo had begun their absorption and detoxification, Luo Chen did not hesitate any longer. He walked to the other side and took out the only herb he had picked for himself from his robes.

It was an immortal herb that radiated waves of black gas; to be more precise, it was more fitting to call it death energy.

When he harvested it, no other immortal herbs grew within a one-meter radius of this plant, which was why Luo Chen had noticed it after taking only two steps.

"I never expected to find this kind of immortal herb here. Truly unexpected."

According to the ancient tome in his hand, Luo Chen learned that this immortal herb was an extremely dangerous plant.

It was named the Soul-Burial Lotus, a flower of death said to grow only in the world of the dead; as an immortal herb, it symbolized absolute death.

Even the ancient tome did not record specific methods of consumption or its effects.

As for why Luo Chen dared to choose it, it was because his Death Spider Emperor appeared unusually irritable when it saw this immortal herb.

It was crazily eager to devour the Soul-Burial Lotus.

Therefore, after a period of internal struggle, Luo Chen decided to risk absorbing it.

His martial soul would not harm him; this immortal herb must surely be beneficial to him.

Without further hesitation, once everything was prepared, Luo Chen released his Death Spider Emperor martial soul.

The moment the martial soul was summoned, the palpitation in Luo Chen's heart grew increasingly intense.

The Death Spider Emperor martial soul was frantically signaling Luo Chen to consume the herb.

Luo Chen granted its wish.

After taking a deep breath, he swallowed the entire immortal herb.

He was gambling, betting that his Death Spider Emperor was right.

Moreover, he had a vague premonition that this immortal herb would bring him immense, unexpected gains.

What Luo Chen did not expect was that the moment he swallowed the herb, he lost consciousness entirely.

He seemed to have a dream, a dream of his past life.

In the dream, everything followed the original trajectory, the only difference being that at the final moment of his life, he truly died.

No transmigration, no rebirth; he had truly arrived at the underworld.

Then, he encountered two deities.

One had six wings on its back, surrounded by holy light, appearing completely out of place with everything around it.

The other seemed more like a native deity of the underworld, wrapped in death energy, holding a massive Withered Bone Scythe; with a wave of its hand, the heavens and earth changed color.

The two deities seemed to be dueling, but the moment Luo Chen appeared before them, both ceased their movements.

The dream broke off abruptly there, leaving only chaos before his eyes, and Luo Chen fell into a coma once more.

"Chen'er, Chen'er??"

He did not know how much time had passed when Luo Chen heard someone calling him.

His heavy eyelids lifted slowly, and what came into view was a silver-haired youth.

Beside the youth was an old man with a face full of gravity and concern.

"Grandpa Guang Ling? And, Senior Dugu Bo?"

As his consciousness gradually returned, Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes, and amidst the repeated calls, he was helped into a sitting position by the two.

It was not until the ringing in his ears subsided that he could clearly hear what they were saying.

"You brat, you scared the life out of me!"

"Chen'er, Chen'er, you're finally awake! If you hadn't woken up, I would have had to notify the Great Worship."

The heavy stone in Guang Ling Douluo's heart finally dropped. He hugged Luo Chen tightly and patted his back heavily.

A slightly weary smile appeared on Luo Chen's face. Perhaps because he hadn't moved in so long, his facial muscles felt a bit stiff.

"I'm fine, Grandpa Guang Ling, don't worry."

Yet, right beside them, neither of them noticed that Dugu Bo, who had been about to step forward to offer a few words of comfort, had suddenly frozen in place.

The Great Worship?

Dugu Bo shuddered, a feeling of having narrowly escaped death inexplicably rising in his heart.

In an instant, he understood who the Great Worship mentioned by Guang Ling Douluo was, and he realized what his own fate would be should that Great Worship descend.

"Grandpa Guang Ling, how long was I unconscious?"

Luo Chen ignored Dugu Bo and looked at Guang Ling Douluo to ask.

"Three days. Chen'er, what exactly happened? You aren't seriously hurt, are you?"

Guang Ling Douluo looked at Luo Chen with deep concern, terrified that something might have gone wrong.

But soon, he froze...

"I remember eating an immortal herb, then I had a dream, and after that, I don't remember anything."

Luo Chen spoke slowly, but immediately noticed the stunned Guang Ling Douluo.

"Grandpa Guang Ling?"

Luo Chen called out in confusion, snapping Guang Ling Douluo back to his senses.

But once he recovered, Guang Ling Douluo looked at Luo Chen with a grave expression.

"Chen'er, what level are you now?"

Luo Chen: "?"

Though he felt somewhat bewildered, Luo Chen followed Guang Ling Douluo's instruction and carefully sensed his condition.

Then, the next second...

Just as he prepared to examine his soul power, a strange energy surged out from his body uncontrollably.

Luo Chen couldn't stop it at all. Black gas began to manifest around his body, and a fluctuation of power that even made Guang Ling Douluo feel alarmed began to spread outward with Luo Chen at the center.

Finally, after the energy enveloped the entire Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, a terrifying black shadow emerged behind Luo Chen.

It was a spider-like creature, but both its appearance and aura were completely different from Luo Chen's original martial soul, the Death Spider Emperor.

In an instant, both Guang Ling Douluo and Dugu Bo widened their eyes in shock.

"Chen'er, your martial soul..."