"What is illusory remains illusory. No matter how powerful, it is built upon the great power of the River of Time."
Su Ming murmured to himself.
He looked up at the sky, as if piercing through layers of dimensions to see the God Realm.
And above, within the God Realm, there were indeed deities paying attention to him.
There was no helping it. Su Ming had been harvesting far too voraciously in this illusory history of Douluo 1.
While it was said he had gathered the trials of the seven Elemental Gods, in reality, he had plundered countless divine trials along the way. He hadn't quite gotten his hands on every trial and inheritance on the Douluo Continent, but he had secured at least seventy or eighty percent of them.
After all, Su Ming was clearly a future major deity whose status in the God Realm wouldn't be low—at least a First Class God—and he also possessed the skill to forge Heaven Refinement metal. No deity could afford not to give him face.
As for the Shura God?
If the seven Elemental Gods and even the Phoenix God gave him their inheritance, why couldn't we?
We just won't be the one to stick our neck out first.
However, they also couldn't possibly show hostility towards this future powerhouse just because of a single Divine King's opposition.
At most, they wouldn't give Su Ming crucial assistance, merely providing the normal benefits he requested.
The benefits obtained certainly weren't as extensive as what the Phoenix God and the Elemental Gods sought to give, but it was enough.
Greater risk, greater reward.
They were only offering small favors, hoping to use them as stepping stones for the future.
Su Ming carried the trials of too many deities. Therefore, these deities could all observe him through their own trial spaces. Even across the dimensional barriers, and despite his own divine sense cultivation being Insufficient, without even utilizing the God Realm Core, they could directly watch Su Ming.
One day in the God Realm was one year in the lower plane.
Su Ming had plundered at least fifteen trials. With so many deities, each paying attention for an hour, plus the Phoenix God and the Elemental Gods who had invested considerably in him, and the Shura God who particularly hated him... they could basically watch him around the clock.
Su Ming withdrew his gaze.
His divine rank was extremely high.
That seemingly casual glance upward, seemingly without any exchange of gazes, still allowed him to see the God Realm enveloping the 'upper space' of Douluo Planet through special means.
This was his first direct observation of the God Realm.
"The God Realm is strong. I can't yet estimate the strength of Divine Kings, nor do I have the ability to influence them."
To use Abyssal Laws for Heaven Refinement, he would need to draw the Abyss over, but the God Realm would never allow that to happen.
Therefore, Su Ming from Douluo 2 had no recourse for now.
But Douluo 1 was different.
"I cannot influence the God Realm, but I can affect the River of Time."
Su Ming's spiritual will entered the space above the River of Time and plunged directly into a point one hundred years in the past.
He had carefully investigated this era.
Among his three main bodies, the Douluo 2 Su Ming focused on real-world arrangements, the Douluo 3 Su Ming on the Abyss, and the Douluo 1 Su Ming focused on history.
Using the spiritual domain of his Douluo 3 main body, he repeatedly delved deeper into history, locating the divine inheritances on the Douluo Continent from within history, and then plundering the trials.
Even for a Second Class God, unless they intentionally wanted to humiliate Su Ming, they would offer at least a Black-level trial. Those with the capital might offer Red-level trials, but most Second Class Gods couldn't afford that.
Even for the lowest Black-level Five Trial, completing the five trials could yield tens of thousands of years in Spirit Ring cultivation.
Ten trials meant hundreds of thousands of years.
For all Spirit Rings.
This return was still worth his effort.
Of course, not all trial rewards were uniformly Spirit Ring longevity increases.
Su Ming still needed to find other methods to enhance his Spirit Ring longevity.
For example, the Abyss.
He had only used the River of Time to change the history of this illusory timeline for pioneering the Sun Moon Continent and the Phoenix Continent. Now, regarding the Star Luo Continent, he also planned to do the same.
The node he chose was also this point one hundred years in the past.
All necessary information had been investigated.
But now, his goal was no longer simply laying the groundwork for pioneering the Star Luo Continent.
He wanted to lay the foundation for an Abyssal invasion of the Douluo Continent.
"In this era, Tang Chen is still intact, Qian Daoliu hasn't yet become a recluse, and their strength isn't bad either. They should be able to withstand the Abyss's first wave of assault... right?"
Su Ming set off, searching for his target within this history.
Slaughter City.
A fallen one wandered within the inner city.
His eyes swept his surroundings, filled with killing intent and ferocity.
His disheveled hair and blood-soaked body did not intimidate the crowd. Instead, those surrounding him tightened their encirclement.
He had just participated in a kill in the Hell Killing Arena.
Ten people entered the contest. Nine died; only he survived.
Ten enter, one leaves—that was the Hell Killing Arena.
This fallen one's codename was Blood Spring, and he had achieved fifty consecutive victories.
Going from forty-nine to fifty victories was a milestone.
Because after fifty victories, he wouldn't encounter opponents of the same tier, making his future participation in the Hell Killing Arena somewhat safer.
But this privilege naturally came with a price.
In this battle, he had narrowly escaped death several times before finally defeating the nine who had directly allied against him.
However, ending the struggle on the arena was just the beginning.
Now, dragging his exhausted, heavily wounded body away from the Hell Killing Arena was the most dangerous moment.
Even though he had anticipated this scene, a trace of despair rose in Blood Spring's heart.
He looked around at the fallen ones encircling him, knowing he would still die today.
Not in the Killing Arena, but in the inner city.
However, the feeling of despair was fleeting, replaced by a face full of viciousness.
"If you want to kill me, then be prepared to lose your lives."
A flash of madness crossed his eyes.
Blood Spring, Blood Spring—his Martial Spirit was a pool of bloody spring water.
The spring water had a devouring ability, absorbing the life force of enemies to restore himself and even increase his cultivation.
It was by relying on this that he had managed to survive in Slaughter City. In the Hell Killing Arena where one fought against nine, he had been able to kill all his opponents despite their attempts to exhaust him.
Today, Blood Spring knew deep down he couldn't escape. It was time for a true life-or-death struggle.
He vowed that before he died, he would kill at least half of the people before him!
Without another word, a vast expansion of bloody water materialized behind him.
"Die, all of you!"
He let out a hideous laugh, his entire body submerged by the bloody spring water.
The bloody water transformed into countless crimson arrows shooting out in all directions.
"Careful! His Blood Spring contains a blood toxin!"
Someone shouted a warning.
Before shouting, he retreated first, then paused before speaking.
Because his warning came a step late, numerous screams erupted around him.
But others, as quick as him, directly avoided the blood arrows, hiding behind those who were slower to dodge, using them as shields against the sky arrows.
Blood Spring reappeared, looking at the batch of fallen people, then at those who had hidden behind them, remaining unscathed.
His Spirit Power aura was extremely faint. He had just poured all his Spirit Power into the Blood Spring, completely exhausting it.
Seeing this, the surviving fallen ones all grinned fiercely and swiftly charged to attack.
A look of intense resentment appeared in Blood Spring's eyes, the corners of his mouth quirking up with a rather sinister air.
The blood arrows on the corpses of the dead began to writhe.
The corpses rapidly withered and dried up.
Correspondingly, the blood arrows swelled, swiftly turning into a large mass of bloody spring water that flew back towards Blood Spring at the center.
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