A day passed in the blink of an eye. Huo Yuhao hid in the shadow of a withered tree, watching the stalemate in the basin below, and sighed silently.
He had never seen such a simple and brutal method of cultivation in his entire life.
He originally thought that the Heavenly Dragon Sect was a major sect with a history of countless years and a profound foundation. Since it dared to come and receive such an opportunity that transcended time and space, it must have prepared some kind of magical artifact to suppress the laws of time, or some kind of exquisite secret formation. At the very least, it would use some rare formations to buffer the impact of the laws.
It turned out that these people didn't have any technical skills at all; they just relied on people's lives to fill the holes.
It was only by relying on the experts in the sect that they forcibly used the lifespans of two Soul Douluos over level 80 as firewood, and under the erosion of the laws of time, they forcibly created a passage.
Compared to using the Qiankun Creation Cauldron to directly refine the raging flesh and blood into a perfectly pure Dragon Blood Pill, this method is simply primitive and outrageous.
The two Soul Douluos responsible for drawing blood energy were in a state that could no longer be described as tragic.
The two men, who originally had only slightly graying temples and robust physiques, now have mostly lost their dry white hair, and their scalps are covered with deep, crisscrossing wrinkles.
The flesh on his cheeks had completely shriveled, leaving only a layer of withered old skin covered with brown patches clinging to his skull. His eye sockets were sunken, and even his eyeballs had become cloudy. He could hardly see any signs of life.
Their clothes hung loosely on their skeletons, their withered hands remained in hand seals like dead wood, and each breath produced a hissing sound like a leaky bellows, as if they might die at any moment.
These are nothing more than two walking corpses, utterly worn down by the power of time.
But this price paid with one's life has indeed brought terrifying benefits.
Those young men sitting cross-legged beneath the blood pool were the most promising talents selected from among thousands by the Tianlong Sect.
After absorbing high-level blood energy without any hindrance for a whole day, the blood essence within these teenagers underwent an explosive transformation.
The dragon scale patterns that originally only existed on the illusory image of the martial soul began to spread on their skin, and one after another, light blue, fine scales appeared, making their bodies appear more imposing.
The dragon's oppressive aura emanating from every pore surged wave after wave, gradually weaving a substantial, deep dragon roar across the basin, even pushing away the miasma at the basin's edge.
The one who reaped the most extravagant harvest was the young man in white robes sitting at the very front.
This young man was the eldest son of the Grand Elder, and the elder brother of the two brothers, Long Batian and Long Zhantian.
As large, dark red dragon phantoms continuously burrowed into his brow, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Martial Soul phantom behind him had solidified to the point of being almost alive.
The lightning flowing across the phantom's surface was no longer ordinary lightning, but a terrifying electric light with a faint golden hue. Each flash carried a suppressive power, and even the surrounding air was electrified, producing tiny sparks.
Huo Yuhao activated his mental detection, carefully scanning the young man's physical data to confirm the young man's bloodline level.
The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus bloodline within the opponent's body has had all its defects repaired by the forceful flushing of high-level blood energy.
The invisible barrier that hindered the evolution of the martial soul was forcibly broken through, completely crossing the boundary between the sub-dragon and the earth dragon, and evolving into the most complete true dragon bloodline.
This level of origin is comparable to the bloodlines of legendary divine beasts, and would definitely be considered one of the top monsters even within Shrek Academy.
Time passed little by little, and two days went by again.
This plundering that transcends time and space has finally reached its limit.
In the basin below, all the youths' bloodline levels have been completely stabilized, and their physical strength has reached the peak that their current level can withstand.
The blood energy stopped reshaping their meridians and bones and instead began to boost their soul power reserves.
The cultivation levels of these teenagers, which had been stagnant, began to rise at an astonishing speed under the infusion of this pure energy, and the turbulent soul power fluctuations around them became increasingly intense.
The eldest son of the First Elder took this power to its extreme.
Among the four soul rings swirling around him, the thousand-year-old purple soul ring representing his fourth soul skill began to deepen in color after absorbing a massive amount of blood energy.
The purple aura surrounding the soul ring gradually receded, replaced by a layer of color like thick ink.
Half an hour later, the purple hue completely faded, turning into a deep, abyss-like pure black.
His fourth soul ring was forcibly transformed into a ten-thousand-year level ring, and a powerful aura unique to ten-thousand-year soul rings erupted from his body, stirring up a chaotic flow of air in the center of the basin.
Huo Yuhao silently looked away.
The Grand Elder of the Dragon Gate really spared no expense this time.
Sacrificing two Soul Douluos in exchange for a True Dragon Bloodline successor who will definitely reach the Super Douluo realm in the future, and may even have the potential to challenge the limit, plus a dozen or so core members with solid foundations, this deal is profitable no matter how you look at it.
The churning on the surface of the suspended blood pool gradually subsided, and the illusory images of flying dragons floating in mid-air became extremely thin.
The traction formation has come to an end.
The two Soul Douluos responsible for maintaining the passage simultaneously stopped, and the blue electric net formed by intertwined soul power in front of them immediately collapsed.
The two fell straight backward, landing on the soft soil.
They look no different from ancient corpses just dug out of coffins.
His emaciated chest heaved with difficulty, taking in more air than exhaling, and the bones throughout his body emitted a dry, grinding sound.
It was as if the slightest movement would cause this skeleton to completely fall apart and turn into a pile of ashes.
The teenagers, waking from their meditation, looked at their two elders lying on the ground, and several of them showed expressions of pity.
Even though they had been ravaged to this extent, there was not a trace of regret or fear in the cloudy eyes of the two old men.
They struggled to move their eyes, looking at the boys who were getting up one after another. Seeing the boundless vitality and powerful dragon aura emanating from them, a satisfied smile slowly crept onto their withered lips.
For these older generation members who valued the sect's legacy more than their own lives, this was the best possible outcome.
With this crippled body that doesn't have many years left to live, pave a broad road to prosperity for the sect. Even if I were to go and meet my ancestors now, they could rest in peace with a smile on their faces.
The elder standing to the side stepped forward and looked down at the two old men on the ground.
He didn't utter a single word of comfort or gratitude. His gaze swept over the increasingly dense, dark red miasma surrounding the basin, and all that remained in his eyes was absolute rationality and indifference.
Taking them with you is unrealistic and would only slow down everyone's retreat.
In this core area where a 50,000-year-old dragon could emerge at any moment, carrying two half-dead burdens is playing with the lives of all the elite talents, and would make their sacrifice meaningless.
He raised his hand and made a very brief gesture.
The two Soul Warriors lying on the ground immediately understood the command. Without any hesitation, they closed their eyes and forcibly squeezed out the last bit of life potential from their bodies.
The raging thunderous power belonging to the level 80+ Soul Douluo circulated wildly within their withered bodies, like two fireballs about to burn out, radiating extremely dazzling light and provocative, violent fluctuations.
This unbridled burst of soul power pierced through the surrounding miasma and spread wildly in all directions.
The elder didn't look at them again, turned around and waved.
"Walk."
He led the group of newly transformed teenagers, following the safe path they had come from, and quickly retreated away without any hesitation.
Several muffled roars filled with ferocity soon echoed from the depths of the surrounding dense forest.
A large number of high-level soul beasts, attracted by this thunderous soul power, are frantically converging towards the basin.
Those two Soul Douluos remained forever in this core area, turning into the excrement of an unknown soul beast
From the depths of the dark red miasma, several muffled roars filled with ferocity echoed.
The Grand Elder's group retreated extremely quickly. The violent thunderous soul power emanating from the two Soul Douluos they left behind was like a beacon in the dark night, attracting all the high-level soul beasts within dozens of miles of the basin.
Huo Yuhao concealed his aura, hiding in the not-so-wide shadow of the withered tree, slightly narrowing the range of his mental detection to avoid alerting the overlords.
In just half an incense stick's time, the dense forest on the edge of the basin came to a complete boil.
More than a dozen enormous, high-ranking dragons, exuding millennia-old pressure, burst forth from different directions, smashing through ancient trees blocking their path and heading straight for the two Soul Douluos who had already turned to skeletal remains.
The predators, who usually roamed the core area with dominance, rushed into the basin. When their eyes fell on the strange, suspended pool of blood in mid-air, all their movements stopped at the same time.
It was as if some more terrifying superior had pressed the pause button.
These thick-skinned dragons hissed softly, their limbs uneasily digging at the black stones in the ground, their eyes swirling with obvious greed, yet mixed with an undisguised fear.
They instinctively craved the pure blood energy overflowing from the blood pool, yet none of them dared to step into the hundred-meter radius directly below the blood pool.
That kind of time law that transcends time and space is more deadly than any poison to a soul beast with keen senses.
After pacing anxiously around the basin for more than half an hour, the group of high-ranking sub-dragons finally did not dare to cross the line. They simply flicked their tails in frustration and dispersed.
Huo Yuhao watched quietly as the enormous creatures disappeared into the mist, without rushing to remove his disguise.
The pale blue fluorescence in his eyes flowed silently, maintaining the absolute concealment of his mental barrier.
The Tianlong Gate couldn't have caused such a commotion by only attracting a group of sub-dragons that are tens of thousands of years old.
The true overlord often reveals himself last.
Sure enough, less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the dark red miasma above the basin suddenly surged up without warning.
Accompanied by a low rumble of thunder, a dazzling purple-blue bolt of lightning tore through the fog, plummeting straight down from the clouds, carrying a suffocatingly terrifying pressure, and landed steadily on the edge of the basin.
It was a ferocious beast that was over ten zhang long.
Its entire body is covered with thick scales that are as clear as amethyst, and it has a pair of large, leathery wings on its back. With each breath, thick arcs of lightning splash up on both sides of its nostrils.
What is most striking is its head, which has completely lost its dragon features and grown forked horns and long whiskers.
Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow and immediately found the corresponding record in the database of his spiritual sea.
Purple Extreme Heavenly Thunder Dragon.
This is a top-tier soul beast that truly possesses the bloodline of a true dragon. Judging from its size and the purity of its lightning, its age has definitely surpassed the 100,000-year mark, and it even faintly touches the threshold of a 200,000-year-old ferocious beast.
The Purple Thunder Dragon folded its wings, its dark golden vertical pupils sweeping over the two nearly devoured remains on the ground, before it looked up at the pool of blood in mid-air.
A hint of extremely human-like fear flashed in its eyes.
"Humans have returned."
A deep, rumbling sound echoed across the basin. The giant beast spoke in human language, its tone revealing undisguised disdain.
"Never mind him."
The Purple Thunder Dragon did not linger in the basin. It seemed to be extremely averse to the blood pool, not even bothering to glance at it. It stomped its thick hind legs hard on the ground.
The violent power of the thunder blasted a huge crater in the spot, and its enormous body transformed into a purple-blue bolt of lightning, shooting directly into the clouds in the sky and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Huo Yuhao watched the receding lightning bolt, a bright light appearing in his clear, cold eyes.
Good stuff.
This is not only a 100,000-year-old soul beast, but it also possesses the ultimate lightning attribute. If we can capture it, it would be an excellent choice, whether as a fifth soul ring or to replenish the lightning essence of the Titan God's blood.
He silently memorized the direction in which the Purple Thunder Dragon had left, and then removed the mental concealment covering his body.
Huo Yuhao slowly emerged from the shadows of the withered tree, stepping over the scattered pebbles, and headed straight for the center of the basin.
The closer one gets to the suspended blood pool, the more pronounced the chilling, corrosive feeling becomes.
He mobilized the soul power of extreme ice, condensing a layer of transparent ice crystal shield on his body, completely isolating him from the erosion of the laws of time.
He raised his head, his gaze falling on the dark red currents swirling and drifting below the blood pool.
After the near-plundering by Tianlongmen, the pure blood energy emanating from the surface of the blood pool did not decrease much.
The viscous mist swirled and intertwined in mid-air, vaguely coalescing into several palm-sized, lifelike blood-red dragons, which were silently swimming around the edge of the blood pool.
Huo Yuhao narrowed his eyes slightly.
This stuff is a really good supplement.
For high-level soul beasts like the Purple Thunder Dragon, which inherently possess a portion of true dragon bloodline, these blood-red dragons are absolutely a great tonic comparable to a 100,000-year-old rare treasure.
Once absorbed and refined, it will surely be able to greatly repair the damaged blood vessels in the body, allowing one's own origin to take a big step towards greater completeness.
But the overlord who was about to cross the threshold of 200,000 years ago, even though he saw these blood auras, preferred to leave directly rather than risk trying to guide them.
That guy was extremely wary of the time laws associated with the blood pool and dared not touch it in the slightest.
Huo Yuhao rubbed his chin, the image of the enormous and oppressive body of the Purple Extreme Heavenly Thunder Dragon flashing through his mind.
The dragon appeared majestic and its strength unfathomable, but when he scanned its essence with his mental probe, he discovered a very obvious flaw.
That guy's true dragon bloodline is incomplete.
Logically speaking, a top predator that has lived for hundreds of thousands of years and is just one step away from becoming a ferocious beast should have purified its bloodline to the extreme after experiencing countless baptisms of thunder and the sedimentation of time.
But it remains stuck in this mediocre, half-baked stage.
This reminded him of a phenomenon that is almost common knowledge in the world of Soul Masters.
In the human world, it is difficult for a Soul Master to possess a complete set of divine beast or true dragon bloodline, but it is not entirely impossible.
Some direct descendants of large families, even if their bloodline is not pure at the time of innate awakening, can undergo a secondary awakening through the sect's secret methods.
Or, like what Tianlongmen just did, they spared no expense to find high-level soul beasts of the same origin and, through absorbing soul rings and refining essence blood, forcibly repaired and perfected their own martial soul origin.
Humans can forcibly compensate for their congenital deficiencies through external forces, thereby entering the most complete bloodline level.
But this doesn't apply to soul beasts.
Huo Yuhao's brows furrowed more and more, as he vaguely sensed a certain illogical incongruity.
In this respect, the limits of soul beasts seem to be completely restricted by some kind of rule that transcends common sense.
No matter how long they have lived, or how many rare and precious treasures they have devoured, they seem unable to truly possess a flawless high-level bloodline in the world of Douluo Continent.
The Purple Thunder Dragon is the best example; it is powerful enough, yet it still only possesses an incomplete true dragon bloodline.
Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao's thoughts unconsciously extended backward.
This is really outrageous.
He recalled the beings that lingered in his spiritual sea, and the terrifying sources he had absorbed over the years.
The first ferocious beast he sacrificed in the far north, the Titan Snow Demon King.
That guy is one of the three great kings of the far north, with a body as huge as a mountain, but the Ice God bloodline and Titan bloodline contained in his body are also incomplete and incomplete versions.
Then there's the Ice Soul White Tiger, which was later captured in the extreme cold abyss. At the juncture of crossing the 300,000-year heavenly tribulation and transforming from a soul beast into a ferocious beast, its bloodline did indeed complete the leap to the divine beast White Tiger.
However, that divine beast bloodline still lacks that crucial element of perfection.
Even the Xuanxiao Sacred Dragon, which was elevated to the level of 300,000 years by the Creation Cauldron, was only superficially impressive; in its essence, it was still just a true dragon with incomplete bloodline.
These top beings who reign supreme in the world of soul beasts are all trapped in this incomplete state without exception.
The strange thing is this.
Huo Yuhao raised his hand, his gaze falling on his own fair and slender fingertips.
A wisp of extreme ice chill lingered around her fingertips, subtly revealing a pure divinity belonging to the Titan Snow Demon King and the Ice Soul White Tiger.
After using the Cauldron of Creation to dismantle and fuse these incomplete origins, his human body, which served as the vessel, was able to condense a perfect bloodline without any hindrance.
There are no defects or flaws.
Whether it's the Ice God, Titan, White Tiger, or True Dragon, once they enter his body, the gaps that the soul beasts could never fill are like encountering some kind of natural adhesive, naturally leading to complete perfection.
He had thought it was strange before, but he hadn't thought much about it.
It wasn't until he saw the Purple Thunder Dragon stuck in a state of bloodline deficiency today that he realized that everything in this indicated something was wrong.
Humans can make up for it, but soul beasts absolutely cannot.
This is not the result of natural evolution at all; it is more like a kind of deliberately woven constraint.
I hadn't thought about it much before, but seeing the predicament of this 100,000-year-old true dragon soul beast today suddenly connected these scattered clues.
Speaking of which, the only two people in Douluo Continent who possess the complete bloodline of a true dragon are the Silver Dragon King, who is healing under the Lake of Life, and Di Tian, who is known as the Beast God.
Huo Yuhao stood in the shadows at the edge of the suspended blood pool, his thoughts gradually unfolding in his mind.
Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, the number of beings who truly possess the complete True Dragon Bloodline can be counted on one hand.
All that's left are those two old relics hiding at the bottom of the Lake of Life in the Starry Sky Forest.
One is the Silver Dragon King, which split off after the Dragon God was killed by the Asura God with a single sword strike. The other is the Beast God Di Tian, who is known as the current ruler of the beast race on the continent.
As a transmigrator with memories of his past life, Huo Yuhao knew these two guys inside and out.
A little analysis reveals that these two beings standing at the top of the Soul Beast Pyramid share a very obvious commonality.
That is to live a long life.
As the half-body of the Dragon God, the Silver Dragon King had been hiding at the bottom of the lake to heal his wounds after being defeated in the earth-shattering war in the divine realm.
Even if it does nothing but absorb a little bit of free life energy every day, it can survive for at least hundreds of thousands of years.
And the Black Dragon Clan Chief, Beast God Di Tian, is an incredibly senior figure.
Back in the distant past, when the Dragon God was still alive and the dragon race in the divine realm was at its most prosperous, this guy was already serving as the Dragon God's guard captain.
Thinking of the Beast God, who was known as the strongest person on the continent, Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a playful smile.
In the original storylines he had read in his previous life, Di Tian was definitely a peculiar character who reaped all the benefits of the version while suffering all the injustices of the version.
This is a perfect example of a setting that is always stronger than its actual performance in real combat.
Take, for example, the opponent's most prized trump card, Dragon God Claw.
In the original setting of the second season of Douluo Continent, this unique skill was touted as incredibly powerful and of extremely high quality.
It is said to be a supreme divine skill bestowed by the Dragon God himself. Once unleashed, its power is comparable to the Dragon God himself. Even if a true deity descends to the mortal realm, he would absolutely not dare to face that claw head-on.
This setting is indeed maxed out; it sounds domineering and incredibly imposing.
However, when it came to actual combat, this divine skill, which was said to be able to make even true gods retreat, only had one dismal achievement: injuring the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.
It's as ridiculous as having a legendary, unparalleled artifact that can split the heavens and the earth, only to use it to chop down the neighbor's wooden fence.
If you pull the timeline further back and look at the direction of those subsequent eras, this disconnect between setting and presentation becomes even more outrageous.
Huo Yuhao chuckled inwardly, feeling speechless at the author's frequent rewriting and arbitrary changes to the settings in his previous life.
In the initial framework of this era, the so-called Dragon God was at most a second-level deity, and could not be considered an unattainable supreme being.
However, as the story progresses, the status of the gods begins to expand wildly, and their combat power also skyrockets.
In the later period of the legends of the divine realm, the Dragon God's status was forcibly elevated, making him not only a God-King but also a peak existence that was even more powerful than ordinary God-Kings.
Back then, the Asura God split the Dragon God in two, creating the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King. Although they were only first-level gods in terms of divine status, their strength was already comparable to that of a God King.
This can be extrapolated based on the logic of power-driven inflation.
Since the Dragon God has already risen to the level of a super god-king, Di Tian, who possesses the divine skill Dragon God Claw personally taught by the Dragon God, should also rise in status and be able to roam freely in the lower realm.
However, the reality is that this Beast God's performance in actual combat remains as poor as ever.
In the world of Douluo Continent III, ten thousand years later, this former captain of the Dragon God Guard not only failed to display any world-destroying abilities, but instead became increasingly frustrated.
He was beaten down by humans with all sorts of increasingly advanced high-tech soul-guided weapons, and eventually even fell to the point of being kept as a pet and treated as a mascot by humans, just like a dog.
In the even more distant future of Skyrim, the character of the old black dragon underwent another round of endless elevation.
The storyline not only confirms his past as the captain of the Dragon God's Guard, but also further emphasizes that he is a pure descendant of the Dark Dragon King, with his bloodline level soaring to the level of the Nine Great Dragon Kings.
In terms of seniority, experience, and background, his strength at his peak was probably far superior to that of an average first-level deity.
Even with his character being portrayed to such an absurd degree, it hasn't changed his fate of always losing in fights.
Their performance in actual combat was still a complete mess. They were used as stepping stones for others from beginning to end and never fought a single satisfying battle.
If we're only talking about character settings, then Di Tian is definitely the number one dragon below the gods when it comes to making money. But if we're talking about actual combat performance, quite a few supporting characters could easily defeat this old black dragon.
Huo Yuhao shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all the chaotic thoughts about his past life.
Those absurd additions that contradicted each other in the original work have long lost their reference value in today's real world, which he has completely messed up.
Whether the black dragon is a true god or a mascot, it has nothing to do with him now.
Huo Yuhao's expression gradually became serious, and his gaze passed through the fog, locking once again on the strange, suspended blood pool in the center of the basin.
Undeniably, with his three-colored soul core, ultimate attributes, and the Qiankun Creation Cauldron as trump cards, his current strength is already extremely formidable.
Even when facing a true Title Douluo, he is confident that he can go toe-to-toe with the opponent and exchange a few blows. It is impossible for others to forcefully control him.
But at this moment, faced with this power of time that directly involves the level of laws, he felt a sense of helplessness and unease.
The laws of time do not concern themselves with any attribute counters, nor do they care how powerful your soul force is.
If your mortal body is tainted even slightly, the passing years will leave their marks on you a thousand times faster.
The two Soul Douluos of the Heavenly Dragon Gate, whose lifespans had been drained and who had turned into withered bones, were the most straightforward warning.
Forcibly trying to draw in those dark red dragon-like energy streams is no different from courting death.
Huo Yuhao stood still, letting the icy blue spiritual energy flow through his eyes, frantically deducing various possible solutions to break the deadlock in his mind.
Those models constructed from soul power were built time and time again, only to collapse again and again under the erosion of the laws of time.
This is a complete dimensional reduction attack; conventional soul skills and physical defense are utterly useless.
Just as he was about to give up temporarily and come back to investigate when he was strong enough, a long-forgotten memory suddenly surfaced from the depths of his mind.
That was what he was taught when Elex controlled his body back in Tiandou City.
"My child, you must remember that time and space are never two parallel lines that exist independently."
In my memory, Elex's aged yet resolute voice echoed in my mind once more, conveying a sense of profound understanding of the great Dao.
"They are a unified and interdependent whole framework."
"Without space, time loses its measure, and without time, space becomes a stagnant pool of water."
The words of this necromancer were like a morning bell and evening drum, completely waking him from his thoughts that had been trapped in the dead alley.
Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up slightly.
This means that to defy the laws of time, one does not necessarily need to master the power of time at the same level.
If one has a deep enough understanding of the power of space and can manipulate the spatial structure here, it is equivalent to grasping the edge of this great net.
Mastering space means being able to deconstruct time.
Huo Yuhao stood in the shadows at the edge of the suspended blood pool, his gaze fixed on the drifting dark red mist in mid-air.
Without further hesitation, he raised his right hand, his fingertips probing out of the protective ice crystal barrier.
Four soul rings—two purple, one red, and one black—rose one after another beneath his feet, and powerful soul energy waves rippled outwards from the edge of the basin, pushing away all the poisonous mist that had gotten too close.
The crimson third soul ring, representing a level of 100,000 years, shone brightly.
Space control.
Silvery-white spatial energy surged through his meridians, intertwining and swirling at his fingertips, transforming into several strands of light finer than a strand of hair, reaching out to capture the wisp of time energy wandering in mid-air.
This was entirely a tentative approach.
The spatial threads formed an invisible miniature net in mid-air, enveloping the dark red air current that carried the laws of time, attempting to forcibly pull it over.
However, that wisp of air exhibited a maddening degree of freedom.
It seemed to exist outside the physical dimensions of the present world, directly piercing through the barrier of that spatial thread, and continued to float slowly in mid-air.
This is a completely slippery thing.
Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow and decisively increased his soul power output.
Since conventional spatial containment methods are ineffective, let's just reveal all our cards.
The purple soul ring that was ranked first lit up.
Feeling refreshed and invigorated.
In an instant, his brain entered a state of absolute clarity, with his thinking speed, perception, and insight all enhanced. He could even see the faint energy flow trajectory in the surrounding air very clearly.
Next came the light of the second million-year-old intelligent soul ring.
Simulation and mental power are activated simultaneously.
The immense spiritual power burst forth as if it were a physical entity, forcibly encompassing every inch of space within a hundred meters into the field of microscopic perception.
With the third red soul ring flashing again, he added his mental control ability, which belonged to the 300,000-year-old Frost Snow Fox, to his mental power without reservation.
These forces of the same origin converged, forming a field of near-absolute control.
Under his forceful pull, the silvery-white spatial power was no longer a simple thread, but transformed into a viscous stream of water.
The water surged and tumbled in mid-air, completely enveloping the wisp of time's power and blocking all possible escape routes.
The power of time attempted to break through the constraints of the spatial water flow, but was slowed down by the forceful intervention of mental control.
The two completely different laws of force collided and rubbed violently within a very small area, even squeezing out subtle ripples in the surrounding air.
Huo Yuhao controlled his mental power, compressing the spatial water flow that was enveloped in the power of time little by little.
As the two are constantly being squeezed together, they gradually exhibit a strange state of fusion.
The power of time instinctively adhered to the framework of the spatial structure, and the two originally violently repelling energies actually condensed into a solid point of light above the fingertip.
The light spot was surrounded by a halo of silver and dark red light, exuding an extremely profound aura.
This is a miniature closed-loop spacetime entirely created by Huo Yuhao.
Within this tiny speck of light, no bigger than a soybean, time and space achieved a brief balance, as if it had escaped the control of the entire Douluo plane.
But this balance is extremely fragile.
Even though Huo Yuhao had controlled his mental power to an extremely small extent, a tiny crack still appeared in the solid light spot three seconds after it took to form.
With a barely audible sound, the light disintegrated into a dazzling powder, and the remaining spacetime power completely dissipated into the air, leaving not a trace.
Huo Yuhao looked at his empty fingertips without feeling annoyed.
Instead, a clear flash of inspiration struck me.
This move is on the right track.
Time and space can not only come into contact, but also merge under specific structures. In essence, they are the same cornerstone that builds the underlying logic of the world.
He took a deep breath and mobilized his soul power again, forcibly drawing in more time currents from mid-air.
To prevent these surging forces of time from eroding his lifespan, he dispelled the ice crystal shield on his body and instead erected an invisible spatial barrier around himself.
This barrier was not offensive; it simply created a slight misalignment between his space and the outside world.
The dark red currents of time collided with the spatial barrier, were completely blocked, and could no longer have any substantial effect on him.
With his worries resolved, Huo Yuhao immediately activated full-power mental simulation in his mind.
He stuffed a large amount of data about the formation, stabilization, and even collapse of that miniature spacetime into the computing core of his mental sea.
Countless golden curves, representing the folding of space and the passage of time, intertwine and collide in my mind, calculating countless possible combinations of energy.
Space can be converted into time.
When a space is infinitely compressed or folded, the flow of time inside will inevitably be distorted accordingly, giving those inside the space the illusion that time flies by.
Similarly, in a specific energy model, time can also be visualized as a spatial form, becoming an entity that can be observed and physically touched.
These two are an inseparable whole, and cannot exist independently.
As the model framework continued to improve, the originally vague idea finally took shape in my mind.
Huo Yuhao began his formal attempt.
He raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, palm facing outward.
The silvery-white spatial power surged and flowed wildly in his palm, gradually transforming into a more profound attribute according to the optimal path deduced by mental simulation.
A cool, blue-white luster gradually seeped out from within that dazzling silver-white light.
This is a completely new form that he gave to it after thoroughly analyzing and reconstructing the power of time. It is no longer the corrosive dark red of the blood pool, but has become gentle and controllable.
Space and time intersect perfectly above the palm of your hand, complementing each other without creating any repulsive ripples.
Huo Yuhao controlled the fused power and reversed it, covering his right hand with it.
A thin membrane of spacetime, yet exuding an aura of endless profundity, was like an invisible glove, completely enveloping his right hand.
The instant this thin film formed, Huo Yuhao clearly felt that his right hand had broken free from the laws governing the current Douluo plane.
It exists in an absolutely fixed and independent space-time.
The surrounding swirling blood pool aura, the dense poisonous fog, and even the resistance to airflow could not affect this hand in the slightest.
This is an absolute defensive state at the level of laws.
To verify the practical effect of this power, Huo Yuhao raised his left hand and flicked out a sharp gust of soul power with his fingertips.
The soul force struck a protrusion on the rock wall above with pinpoint accuracy.
A sharp rock the size of a human head broke off from the cliff and crashed vertically to the ground with a whooshing sound.
Huo Yuhao did not dodge, but instead stretched out his right hand, which was wrapped in the spacetime membrane.
He neither asked for it nor tried to grab it.
The moment the rock touched the right edge, a strand of blue and white interwoven spacetime energy spread out along the membrane, directly enveloping the entire rock.
An unexpected scene unfolded.
The rock, carrying the force of its fall and which should have crashed to the ground, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
It neither continued to fall nor was it bounced off; it just hovered there quietly.
Huo Yuhao looked at the stone that had been fixed in place, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
This thing is now free from the constraints of gravity and is at a completely static time point.
He mobilized his immense mental power, transforming it into an invisible hammer, and smashed it directly down onto the falling rock.
The expected scene of the stone shattering did not occur.
When the mental energy touched the spacetime membrane on the surface of the fallen rock, it was as if it had crashed into nothingness, unable to find any point of support.
Not even the slightest bit of reaction force was transmitted back.
This stone is physically immune to any damage from conventional attacks.
Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a smile.
This ability was even more domineering than he had anticipated.
He continued to activate the power of spacetime in his right hand, attempting to reverse the flow of time within the miniature model.
The blue-white sheen covering the surface of the fallen rocks began to flow back.
The rock that had been suspended in mid-air trembled slightly before quickly retreating upwards along its trajectory.
During this process, the rock fragments that had broken apart on the rock face also flowed back along with it.
The rubble and powder were perfectly pieced back together and finally adhered firmly to the rock face.
The protruding rock was restored to its original, undamaged state, just as it had been before it was damaged.
Huo Yuhao looked at the rock face above, now restored to its original state, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing deep in his eyes.
That's too easy.
Even he himself did not expect that the laws of time, which he originally thought were extremely dangerous and that even titled Douluo would avoid, could be analyzed and reconstructed so easily.
Unlike the two Soul Douluos from Tianlongmen, they didn't wither and age, nor did they sacrifice decades of their lifespan as a bargaining chip.
By simply relying on the energy model derived from mental simulation, combined with the fine-tuning of the spatial control soul skill, the mutual transformation of spacetime dimensions was naturally completed.
If this costless control of the law were to get out, it would absolutely drive those old monsters in seclusion into a frenzy.
This wave of pure knowledge monetization is incredibly profitable.
The energy conduction model, which he temporarily named the "homogeneous model of basic spacetime transformation," did not just pop into his head out of thin air.
The underlying logic of this thing comes largely from the dusty old documents on the top floor of Shrek Academy's library.
Back when he was examining the structure of martial spirits and investigating the pollution of soul power by the shore of Poseidon Lake, he read through many rare manuscripts left by his predecessors.
Those seemingly chaotic spatial folding theories, which are even regarded as nonsense by many traditional scholars, have become the most crucial pieces of the puzzle in piecing together this chain of laws.
With immense mental power as the core of computing power, it rapidly integrated the obscured knowledge, ultimately arriving at this near-perfect transformation formula.
Shrek Library is still going strong!
He sighed inwardly, then turned his gaze back to his right hand.
Now that regional spatiotemporal transformation can be accomplished, the rest is simple.
Huo Yuhao activated the three-colored soul core within his dantian, and the extreme ice-blue soul power surged along his meridians to his right hand.
The third 100,000-year-old crimson soul ring shone brightly once more. He no longer held back, extending the scope of his spatial control to its limit.
The blue-white luster that lingered around the fingertips began to spread rapidly.
It climbed up his wrist, over his shoulder, and flowed down his torso, quickly enveloping him completely.
This invisible film clung tightly to the outside of his clothes, emitting no sense of oppression, yet it forcibly separated the tiny area he was in from the established laws of the Douluo plane.
This is an absolute sense of security.
Having done all this, Huo Yuhao strode forward, stepping directly onto the rubble and walking confidently to the bottom of the suspended blood pool.
He looked up at the crimson dragons circling and swimming in mid-air, and raised his hand to cast a spatial thread.
The silk thread, like a nimble tentacle, precisely entangled a wisp of free-flowing dark red air and forcibly pulled it towards him.
That chilling aura, attempting to assimilate one's vital energy and steal one's lifespan, swept over me once more.
This time, however, the corrosive effects of these laws, which could easily drain the life force of a high-level Soul Master, didn't even touch the hem of his clothes before being completely blocked by the spacetime membrane on his body.
A fine ripple spread across the surface of the thin film, instantly smoothing out the damage caused by the power of time, leaving only the purest source of energy.
After confirming that the membrane's defenses were flawless, Huo Yuhao no longer suppressed the instinctive craving for the Titan blood within him.
He created a tiny opening for absorption.
The high-level blood energy, filtered through the spacetime membrane, entered the body through this opening.
The icy blue blood flowing through his meridians immediately surged, emitting a low, booming sound like a tsunami.
This is entirely a kind of almost greedy, devouring instinct.
The powerful essences of Titan Snow Demon King, Ice Soul White Tiger, and Xuanxiao Holy Dragon, which had long been integrated into his bloodline, were completely devoured the high-level dragon bloodline the moment they came into contact with it.
Even Elex, who was immersed in the sea of spirit, felt a slight surprise at this pure energy.
Huo Yuhao squinted his eyes comfortably.
Every pore on his body was opening up, and the pleasure of his soul power being gradually increased and his physical body being continuously nourished was far more enjoyable than swallowing any top-grade pill.
Most importantly, his life force was not damaged by the laws of time in the slightest.
This is a sure-fire way to make money.
Now that the test had yielded a conclusion, he had no more reservations.
Huo Yuhao simply sat down cross-legged on the spot, assumed a standard meditation posture, and directly maximized the circulation speed of the Tianyuan Gong.
The three-colored soul core deep within his dantian spun rapidly, with the three extreme attributes of water, fire, and wood generating each other to form a huge energy vortex within his body, producing an irresistible and immense suction force.
Above, the blood-red dragons that were originally swimming slowly seemed to be drawn by some kind of strong force.
They abandoned their meaningless circling and transformed directly into several dark red streaks of light, lining up to enter his brow.
Large gusts of pure blood energy dissipated in the meridians, galloping and roaming like wild horses unleashed.
Under the impact of this external force, the circulation path of the Heavenly Origin Skill became increasingly smooth.
These high-level blood energies continuously expanded his meridian walls, strengthened the density of each bone, and gradually pushed the domineering essence of the Titan God's blood to a higher level.
He forcibly stripped away the lingering power of time, which, like a thick, dark red fog, enveloped him completely.
However, these violent forces of law could not break through the seemingly thin blue-white spacetime membrane. They could only spin around in vain, making a soft sound similar to the friction of a storm.
Huo Yuhao sat there at the center of the storm of time's laws, ruthlessly plundering top-tier resources that did not belong to this time and space.
Compared to the Tianlongmen gang's trembling and gruesome eating habits, sacrificing lives for their food, his method of simply sitting on the table and sweeping away the food was as relaxed as if he were on vacation.
Time flies like an arrow. Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.
As the last wisp of blood energy was inhaled, Huo Yuhao's turbulent soul power surged to a critical point.
With a muffled explosion from within his body, the invisible barrier of hierarchy was forcibly broken through.
He slowly opened his eyes, a glint of icy blue light flashing in them.
Level 45.
After absorbing the overflowing blood energy for only three hours, his soul power jumped up a level without any stagnation, saving him at least several months of arduous cultivation.
But when he stood up, his face didn't show much satisfaction.
This is not satisfying at all.
After more than three hours of frantic devouring, he had completely plundered the free blood energy outside the basin.
This rate of absorption, which could only pick up scraps, was far from enough to fully nourish the increasingly active Titan blood within his body.
To achieve true transformation, one must come into contact with the source of this power.
Huo Yuhao raised his head, his gaze fixed on the still churning and boiling blood pool suspended in the air.
He took a deep breath, and the three-colored soul core in his dantian circulated rapidly, pushing the ultimate attributes within his body to their peak. A layer of rich, icy blue soul power covered the spacetime membrane.
Without any hesitation, he pushed off the ground with both legs, his body transforming into a straight streak of light, soaring into the sky and leaping towards the suspended blood pool in mid-air.
The moment he touched the surface of the blood pool, he did not experience the expected sensation of falling into the viscous liquid.
It felt like crashing through an invisible glass barrier, with an extremely sharp buzzing sound reaching my ears.
The surrounding dark red miasma, the desolate basin, and even the entire Meteor Dragon Canyon twisted and stretched before his eyes, eventually transforming into a dappled halo of light.
For Huo Yuhao, who had already mastered the theory of spacetime transformation, this feeling was all too familiar.
He transcended the physical dimensions of the present world and entered a completely independent and special space-time.
The feeling of weightlessness quickly disappeared, and vision became clear again.
Huo Yuhao steadied himself and found that he was not soaking in any blood, but was floating in mid-air.
He lowered his head, his gaze fixed downwards.
It was a vast and boundless river.
The rolling waves rose and fell at the horizon, their origin and destination unknown.
The source is nowhere in sight, and the end is nowhere in sight.
It carries with it the endless vicissitudes of time, flowing ceaselessly in nothingness.