Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor

PS: I feel like I forgot something important today,. Opss, I actually forgot to add chapter schedule today. My bady guys.

Chen Ming didn't leave immediately because he could feel the barrier between heaven and earth gradually dissipating as he dissolved a portion of the Asura God's divine consciousness. He was vaguely reconnecting with the world's consciousness, and he estimated that communication would be fully restored shortly. Chen Ming glanced at the bloodstained Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse at his waist and carefully tidied it up.

Logically, the Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse, a type of soul-guided storage tool, should have been completely vaporized in an explosion of this magnitude. However, Chen Ming had shielded it with his body, unwilling to part with the precious items stored within. Though the purse was now stained with blood and had changed color, it had not suffered any actual damage.

Casually pulling out a few ten-thousand-year-old ginseng roots and chewing on them like snacks, Chen Ming began walking back to collect the remnants of his shattered Poison God Staff. The lower half of the staff had been completely obliterated in the explosion, and the scorpion tail of the Netherworld Scorpion had turned to ash. Fortunately, the upper part of the staff remained relatively intact.

After retrieving it, Chen Ming sensed that the blood-colored Snow Swan Kiss, which served as the staff's core, still retained its vitality. Although it had sustained damage, it could gradually recover over time, as its essence remained largely unaffected.

Since the entire staff was a product of Chen Ming's blood and soul power refining process, he could sense the locations of its shattered fragments. After some effort, he managed to gather all the pieces. Interestingly, some fragments near the explosion's epicenter seemed to have absorbed traces of the Asura God's divine power, likely due to the extreme activation of the metal's spirituality during the explosion.

This portion of divine power, having had its mark erased, was diminishing in quality. However, it had conveniently dropped to a level absorbable by golden threads within the fragments, endowing them with unique properties. Chen Ming assembled these special fragments, and a sharp sword aura and killing intent began to emanate faintly. These were remnants of the Asura God's power, though no longer under the Shura God's control.

After some thought, Chen Ming fused the fragments into the rough shape of a small sword. Through his deconstruction of the Asura God's divine consciousness, he obtained fragments of the Asura God's authority. If he continued on this path, it might be possible in the future to quietly siphon off the Asura God's power and authority, taking advantage of the Asura God's schemes to profit for himself.

Finally, Chen Ming spent a long time digging a vertical pit over ten meters deep to unearth a small, broken piece of metal. Watching him, Qian Renxue's expression changed as she recognized the fragment as part of the artifact that had formed the illusory scythe earlier.

Though deeply wary of the ominous aura the artifact emanated, Qian Renxue wanted to persuade Chen Ming to abandon this cursed item. However, before she could speak, she realized with some sadness that she had no grounds to convince him. Throughout the entire battle, she had been little more than a burden and had nearly succumbed to the enemy's mental manipulation. What right or ability did she have to advise Chen Ming?

"When we return to Spirit Hall, I'll ask Grandpa about it," Qian Renxue thought. "A scythe-shaped artifact with ominous power—there should be records of it in Spirit Hall."

"But that lunatic woman—is it possible she underwent a divine trial? Otherwise, she shouldn't have been able to wield an artifact, even if it was just a fragment. Such things aren't something human soul masters should be able to use."

"No, it's impossible she underwent a divine trial. If she had, Grandpa would've noticed, and she wouldn't have remained at the rank of Soul Douluo. Even at the fourth or fifth trial, she'd have easily ascended to the rank of Titled Douluo."

The more Qian Renxue thought about it, the more confused she became. Looking at Chen Ming, she felt he harbored countless secrets. She wanted to ask him about his terrifying combat ability, the origin of his powerful ice and fire attributes, and how he had known she was in danger. But she also knew she had no right to probe the sensitive matters of the man who had saved her life.

Subconsciously touching her smooth scalp and feeling its cool texture, Qian Renxue suddenly thought of an odd question.

"Will my hair grow back?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," Chen Ming replied. "I only destroyed the surface layer of hair; the roots are fine."

Watching Qian Renxue's changing expressions, Chen Ming initially thought she would ask some profound questions. But when he realized she was worried about her hair, he could only sigh inwardly. Women truly are strange creatures.

After finishing their scavenging, Chen Ming and Qian Renxue quickly headed toward the Spirit Hall in the heart of the continent. Because her appearance had changed significantly, along with her mindset, Qian Renxue no longer hid her martial soul. Fully activating her Seraphim Martial Soul, she spread her six wings, each beat of which left a trail of blazing golden light in the sky.

Snake Spear Douluo could only run on foot, while Chen Ming, despite initially considering flying back on his poison cloud, abandoned the idea when the world's consciousness stopped cooperating. A sudden storm hindered his flight, and he realized that running on foot consumed less energy and was faster.

In the current Douluo Continent, the legs of high-ranking soul masters were the fastest means of travel. If there was anything faster than legs, it was wings capable of flight.

Without using any transportation, Chen Ming and his group ran for about a week before they finally reached the outskirts of Spirit City.

In a forest outside the city, Qian Renxue and Chen Ming waited while Snake Spear Douluo took Qian Renxue's token and quietly returned to the Spirit Hall's inner sanctum.

Before long, a figure flew out from the depths of Spirit Hall. The person wielded a longsword, their body exuding a powerful aura of holiness and flames. Overcome with emotion, the figure made no effort to restrain their soul power, their immense strength shining like a second sun over Spirit Hall.

Sensing the fury of the current High Priest, Spirit Hall itself seemed to respond, glowing faintly with golden light. Over millennia, the reverence of human soul masters had imbued Spirit Hall with a unique, sacred power. If Spirit Hall were not merely a place but a living entity, it might have already ascended to godhood by now.

Golden energy surged from every corner of Spirit Hall, converging toward the figure in the sky. At that moment, the entire world seemed enveloped in holiness and flames.

PS: Another powerful grandpa.