"I hope Brother can also obtain a powerful Innate Soul Tool."
Tang Wulin wore a bright smile on his face.
"Of course."
Tang Luochuan laughed heartily.
Wu Lin's Golden Dragon Spear had already arrived, and his Dragon Slayer Blade shouldn't take much longer…
[Ding. Detected that the host currently lacks a Soul Tool. The system has specially prepared a dragon clan's supreme treasure—the Dragon Slayer Blade, forged by the Dragon God.]
[Note: The current Dragon Slayer Blade has taken human form and will soon appear in Dragon Valley, becoming the host's Soul Tool…]
The voice echoed in his mind, and Tang Luochuan smiled faintly, though he didn't pay it much heed. He was well aware that Sima Jinchi had been picked up by the Southern Army's commander the moment he was born.
"The Dragon Slayer Blade isn't urgent."
"After all, with my current cultivation, I can't even utilize one or two percent of its power."
Tang Luochuan mused silently.
But as for how to establish a connection with Sima Jinchi…
"Hmm, the Southern Army's commander is Le Zhengyu's grandfather. Perhaps in the future, I'll have to use this 'Angel Young Master' as a breakthrough point."
Tang Luochuan chuckled inwardly, completely unaware that Le Zhengyu had already been beaten down by one setback after another, to the point where he could barely hold his head up.
"..."
Meanwhile.
Far away, in the Southern Army.
As one of the top armies of the Douluo Federation, the Southern Army held a pivotal position within the federation. Its commander, Le Zheng'en, was a powerhouse of his era—an Ultimate Douluo with the Martial Soul Sacred Angel, also known as the Angel Douluo.
At this moment, atop a high mountain.
A golden-haired elder stood silently, gazing at the thick dust in the distance. Though his face bore a smile, the commanding aura between his brows gave off an imposing presence.
Before long, a figure emerged from the dust.
It was a tall, muscular man who appeared to be around thirty years old, with golden hair cascading down the sides of his face. His entire body exuded a sense of raw power and beauty—a true warrior.
"It seems this level of attack is nothing to you, Jinchi."
The elder laughed heartily, clearly pleased with the man's abilities.
He was Le Zheng'en, commander of the Southern Army, one of the renowned powerhouses of the Sun Moon Federation, and the current patriarch of the top-tier Sacred Family. His influence and prestige had reached their peak.
"You went easy on me, Elder Le."
"At your level of strength, I shouldn't have been able to withstand even a single move."
The golden-haired man shook his head with a smile.
"Jinchi, your strength is unmatched among those below the Titled Douluo rank. Even in the history of Douluo Continent, few have reached your level…"
Le Zheng'en sighed with admiration. Even though he hadn't used a tenth of his power earlier, it was still something no ordinary Soul Douluo could withstand.
This man before him…
Truly, he was always pushing the limits of strength!
"If you become a Titled Douluo,"
"You will undoubtedly stand among the strongest."
Le Zheng'en chuckled and spoke slowly.
"I…"
"Then I'll take your kind words to heart."
The man paused briefly before responding with a smile.
His name was Sima Jinchi, an 89th-level Power Attack System Soul Douluo.
Twenty-eight years ago, he had been found by the elder on a snowy mountain and had since become the strongest genius nurtured under his guidance.
A 28-year-old Soul Douluo at level 89, just one step away from breaking through to Titled Douluo—such a genius would have already shaken the world if he weren't part of the army.
Yet only he knew that ever since reaching the high-tier Soul Douluo realm, his strength had stagnated, especially at level 89, where he could no longer advance even an inch.
Titled Douluo cultivation…
When would he ever achieve that title?
"And then there's that dream…"
Sima Jinchi couldn't help but sink into deep thought. Long ago, he didn't know when it started, but he began having the same dream over and over again.
In the dream, an overwhelmingly powerful man—so strong it defied comprehension—would wield an enormous blade, slashing down one colossal dragon after another.
Those dragons were undoubtedly mighty existences, yet under that blade, they couldn't put up the slightest resistance…
"This blade…"
"Could it be mine?"
"And just what is my path?"
Lost in thought, Sima Jinchi slowly released his Martial Soul after bidding farewell to Le Zheng'en.
A massive blade, accompanied by the roar of a dragon, instantly materialized in his grip. He focused intently, his gaze fixed upon it.
The blade gleamed gold from hilt to tip, its imposing size matched only by its chilling aura. It was with this very weapon that he had earned his reputation as the Southern Army's Dragon Blade Demon.
And the blade from his dreams… was this one.
But his current Dragon Slayer Blade was still far from reaching that level. Could his blade ever truly become that powerful?
Sima Jinchi shook his head and withdrew his Martial Soul, heading toward his residence. As the leader of a division in the army, his living quarters were anything but ordinary.
As the trusted subordinate of the army commander, the resources available to him were nearly on par with those of the most elite talents from the commander's own family—even the Soul Spirits he obtained were top-tier, specially supplied by the Spirit Transfer Pagoda.
Upon reaching his bedroom, he freshened up briefly before sitting on his bed. Just as he crossed his legs to meditate, striving to inch closer to the Titled Douluo realm, his figure suddenly froze in a daze.
Then, as if his mind had a will of its own, his consciousness drifted far away.
Eventually, it gathered in a strange, mystical place, and slowly, the scene before him grew clearer and clearer.
"ROAR—"
When Sima Jinchi could finally see clearly, he was stunned by the sight before him.
Dragon Souls—countless Dragon Souls of every color and aura, each one undeniably powerful.
A myriad of Dragon Souls appeared before his eyes, and in that moment, his mind gradually emptied. Vaguely, images surged through his consciousness…
In those visions were the scenes he had dreamed of countless times before—only this time, he clearly saw what happened next. In the end, the man known as the Dragon God split into two and was defeated by the gods.
And that blade… hid itself in a place no one could ever find, falling into slumber.
Until one day, it transformed into a golden-haired boy with a bronzed complexion…
Who was he? He was Sima Jinchi, the most trusted powerhouse under the Southern Army Commander, Le Zheng'en.
No… that wasn't it.
He was a blade, the most powerful blade of his master...
"I am the Dragon Slayer Blade."
"The Dragon Slayer Blade is me."
Sima Jinchi's eyes shone brightly as he murmured these words.
In that instant, the Martial Soul "Dragon Slayer Blade" reappeared in his hand, only to quickly merge with his figure.
The bottleneck that had long been stuck at level 89 suddenly loosened at this moment, and eight pitch-black Soul Rings materialized around him.
As he broke through to level 90, a golden-red Soul Ring instantly encircled him, marking his ascension to the realm of Titled Douluo.
"..."
Meanwhile, within Dragon Valley, Tang Luochuan sensed the changes and appeared at the scene, his gaze ultimately settling on Sima Jinchi.
Watching the man who had broken through in an instant, he was momentarily stunned, his face filled with astonishment.
"Sima..."
"Jinchi?"
[Congratulations, Host]
[Your Innate Soul Tool is now in position!]
"..."
Tang Luochuan fell silent. It wasn't that he had anything to say...
The system's efficiency was simply too fast! Was this what it meant by "appearing in Dragon Valley soon"?
Had barely half an hour passed?
(End of Chapter)