Chapter 227: The Primordial True Form
Clusters of crimson light were absorbed into the Fallen Angel's body through the red glowing tendrils.
In their Martial Soul Fusion state, both Luo Ling and Qian Renxue could feel their power continuously rising.
Qian Renxue felt her soul power increase significantly, while Luo Ling noticed that the Raven Shadow Puppet and the Desire Soul within him were gradually merging completely.
An indescribably terrifying pressure emanated from the Fallen Angel. The rifts in the sky shattered one after another, and the eyes within them turned into streams of scarlet light, converging in midair.
Gradually, the hundreds of eyes merged completely, forming a crimson soul ring—a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
Even though the Soul Rift Demon had never broken through to a hundred thousand years, its soul ring's level had reached that point.
The Fallen Angel descended slowly, and within the red glow, two figures separated out.
Qian Renxue fell from the light, completely confused about what had just happened.
Her soul power had increased by one level, reaching level 73.
Luo Ling's body floated quietly in the air, and within the red aura, the once-phantom figure around him began to solidify.
Above him, the hundred-thousand-year soul ring descended and merged with the soul ring he had previously absorbed from the Shadow Devouring Beast, turning into an even deeper shade of crimson.
At that moment, the Raven Shadow Puppet and Desire Soul fused completely into one.
A massive figure appeared behind Luo Ling. Its entire form was woven from pure spiritual energy, semi-transparent, radiating a sinister red glow.
Thick black mist surrounded it, hiding most of its massive body. The faint shapes of writhing tentacles could be seen shifting within the mist.
Its head protruded from the darkness, its face blurred and indistinct—only one thing stood out clearly: a single, deep crimson eye, blood-like and terrifying.
Everyone was utterly stunned by the transformation taking place in Luo Ling. When that indescribable figure appeared, each person felt their soul tremble in fear. They quickly averted their eyes, as if gazing upon it for even a moment longer would be a blasphemy.
Luo Ling slowly regained focus, and when he opened his eyes, the sight of that unfathomable figure filled his vision.
A profound, ineffable feeling welled up in his chest. He felt as if that figure before him was his true self.
Beneath his feet, the seventh soul ring solidified completely. At once, Luo Ling activated his Martial Soul True Body.
Seventh Soul Skill—The Primordial True Form!
A stream of information flooded his mind, and the next instant, he merged entirely with the immense figure before him.
Or rather—he had given that figure true life.
The Primordial True Form! That form was his original essence, his true martial soul!
As Luo Ling felt the power flowing within him, he was shocked beyond words. All of his attributes had increased more than tenfold. The Endless Abyss and the Spiritual Domain had fused together, while the Killing God Domain he had devoured merged to form something entirely new.
The Primordial World.
Within this world, he could freely alter the emotions of divine beings, distort their perceptions, and directly manipulate their spiritual threads without the need for erosion.
Those hidden tentacles within the dark mist could wound the souls of gods directly—just as the Soul Rift Demon had once tried to tear apart his own.
For anyone whose mental strength was weaker than his, the Primordial World rendered them helpless—nothing more than prey on his chopping block.
Experimentally, Luo Ling waved his hand. An endless tide of evil and darkness gathered around him, forming a vortex. Darkness and corruption moved as if alive, like children obeying his will—he was the creator who ruled them all.
The Raven Shadow Puppet, the Scythe of Shadow, the Raven of Fear—all these forms of darkness and malice obeyed his command.
He could now shape any imaginable form from these forces of evil and shadow.
Luo Ling had often wondered what it would be like if his two martial souls were to fuse completely—but the result surpassed all imagination.
This was power on the level of gods.
Below, Qian Renxue and the others finally dared to look up again after a long pause.
The figure looming in the sky towered over a hundred meters tall. Compared to it, they were like ants gazing up at a divine being.
Luo Ling could feel their stares from below, and as he maintained his Primordial True Form, his soul power rapidly drained.
He immediately dissipated the form.
The enormous phantom vanished in an instant. Yet at that same moment, Luo Ling sensed a terrifying power sweeping across the entire Douluo Continent.
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In the Divine Realm.
The five God Kings simultaneously felt a chilling sensation surge through them.
The Evil God turned his gaze toward the Douluo Continent, now shrouded in a hazy, illusory mist that concealed everything from sight.
He could feel only the faintest hint of his chosen inheritor's aura.
"Primordial… are you finally returning?" murmured the Evil God, his voice trembling slightly, tinged with fear.
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The Gods of Kindness, Life, and Destruction also felt the disturbance from the Douluo Continent.
As they gazed upon the spreading mist, a heavy silence descended upon them all.
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Within the Asura God's palace.
The Asura God too sensed something was amiss. Waving his hand, he summoned a blood-red light screen before him.
Through the crimson haze, he tried to look upon the Douluo Continent—but all he saw was dense, impenetrable fog.
Frowning, he attempted to shift the view, but no matter where he looked, the mist never cleared.
Finally, he directed his focus toward the Slaughter City.
The scene upon the blood-colored screen changed at last.
Inside the Hell Slaughter Arena, Tang San was locked in desperate combat.
Since Luo Ling and Hu Liena's departure, his progress through the arena's battles had accelerated greatly—he had already achieved ninety consecutive victories and would soon challenge the Hell Road.
The Asura God's gaze lingered on Tang San, his eyes gleaming as he took in all the young man's details.
The Blue Silver Grass martial soul. The ruined Clear Sky Hammer.
As Tang San moved with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step, executed Mysterious Jade Hand, Controlled Crane and Caught Dragon, and unleashed hidden weapons, the Asura God's expression brightened.
He had established the Slaughter City to seek a worthy inheritor—one who could survive without relying on soul skills.
Tang San's twin martial souls made him an ideal candidate. Though his Clear Sky Hammer was sealed, it could easily be restored.
"Not bad, boy. If you can survive the Hell Road, I might just give you a chance," the Asura God said with satisfaction.
He moved the image aside and refocused on the Douluo Continent.
But aside from the Slaughter City, everything remained swallowed by that endless mist.
As the enforcer of the Divine Realm, he oversaw the mortal plane—but now, it was slipping beyond his control.
Majestic divine power surged from his body as the Asura God struck at the fog covering the Douluo Continent.
Yet, when his divine might touched the mist, not the slightest ripple appeared.
(END CHAPTER)
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