Douluo Dalu: My Martial Spirit is the Worm of Time

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After his soul power successfully reached level 99, with no further advancement possible, Lei Yin naturally began to hear faint voices coming from all directions.

Some were filled with resentment, others with curses, but most were filled with adoration and respect… These voices didn't sound real, appearing very vague, but faintly, the two most frequent calls could be heard—"God of War" and "God of Thunder."

At first, Lei Yin wasn't very accustomed to these voices. After fumbling around for a while, he learned to use his mental power to block them out or selectively listen.

These voices, transmitted to him, turned into an invisible force, lingering around him.

Lei Yin knew that this power was likely faith.

The events that occurred in Night Capital were spreading throughout the Tudor Empire.

The faith gathering on him was also constantly growing stronger with the passage of time, and the efficiency of its accumulation was becoming faster and faster.

"Romier… When will the coronation ceremony be held?" Lei Yin asked.

"Well… the earliest would be five days from now. We need to summon nobles from all over the country to attend the ceremony. Unless they are too far away or hold important positions that they can't leave, anyone else who dares not to come should be noted down for future reckoning."

"Give me the list of those 'stubborn factions.' I'll take a trip… It won't take much time."

After Lei Yin received the list from Romier, he transformed into lightning and disappeared into the horizon.

In five days, Lei Yin traveled thousands of miles, traversing the Tudor Empire, subduing all who were disloyal, and unleashing the might of thunder upon those who dared to draw their swords against him.

Subsequently, in a slightly rushed and crude ceremony, Lei Yin donned the crown.

The previously chaotic and fragmented situation officially came to an end, and the Second Tudor Empire was established.

The previous turmoil had allowed many military generals to rise to the stage. They relied on force to seize considerable benefits in the chaos…

These people were mostly Lei Yin's subordinates, his supporters and believers… What they had seized themselves, Lei Yin acknowledged through decrees, and he also bestowed the territories of families destroyed in the war to the generals who had followed him.

Lei Yin changed the title of the empire's supreme ruler from "Emperor" to "God" and established the Church of the Thunder God.

All imperial officials were required to be clergy members of the church. The empire's system was changed to a theocracy, and officials had to improve their level within the church to be promoted.

Lei Yin's reforms did not cause much resistance. The previous Tudor Empire, under the reckless actions of the "Blood Emperor," was shrouded in decay and despair.

Social order had collapsed, bandits roamed rampant, warlords carved up territories, the law became a mere scrap of paper, and spies from the Heaven Dou Empire were constantly creating chaos.

It was Lei Yin who ended all of this… To ordinary people, he was the light illuminating the darkness, the fire in the cold winter, the hope in the apocalypse.

The faith in cleaning up the country and changing the world far exceeded the adoration and respect he had gained as an imperial general through victories in war… It was the most sincere and unwavering support of tens of millions of common people.

The massive amount of faith, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami erupting from all directions, almost submerged Lei Yin.

On a rooftop, a thin young man wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat pinched the monocle on his right eye, curled his lips, and revealed a smile:

"Heh… It seems quite successful, even better than expected… As expected, hope in despair is the easiest to gather faith… Lei Yin should be close to succeeding."

"So… who will be next? There shouldn't be any more fools like Yan Jin… If I fail again for such a ridiculous reason, I'll be angry."

… … … …

Spirit Hall City, Douluo Hall.

The statue of the Angel God still carried that compassionate and merciful expression, but unlike before, it seemed to have a hint of a faint smile.

Qian Daoliu, wearing a gray robe, stood in front of the Angel God's statue, his six wings spread behind him, emitting a golden glow. Divine power surged on his body.

The rhombus-shaped gem at the center of his brow shone… The power of faith surrounded him and was absorbed by the gem.

In front of him was Qian Renxue, who also had her wings spread, divine power flowing through her body, enveloped in golden light.

In Qian Renxue's hand was a sword, the Angel Sacred Sword taken from the Angel Divine Palace in the void. Like Tang San's Sea God Trident and Tang Chen's Shura Demon Sword, it was a divine weapon transformed from the Angel God's martial soul when she became a god.

"Grandpa, I have already completed the eighth trial. When will I be able to proceed with the ninth trial?" Qian Renxue asked, her soul power vibrating, clearly at the Titled Douluo level or above.

"It's not time yet. Firstly, your soul power needs more precipitation, and secondly, your heart has not calmed down… The Angel God's ninth trial is a test of the heart… It's difficult to pass without adjusting your mental state."

Qian Daoliu's eyes held a kind smile.

Although opening the ninth trial required him to give his life, it was Qian Daoliu's long-cherished wish. To pave the way for the Angel God to descend again with his own life was his glory… Moreover, the beneficiary was his granddaughter.

"Then how can my heart be considered calm?" Qian Renxue asked with some urgency.

To this, Qian Daoliu shook his head: "I don't know… I don't know what the 'test of the heart' in the divine trial entails, and I can't give any useful advice. I just intuitively feel that you are not ready yet… The final step of the divine trial can only rely on yourself. No one else can give you any help."

"Even you don't know, Grandpa…?" Qian Renxue was somewhat disappointed.

"Don't be discouraged, I believe in you… but don't be arrogant either, and don't make mistakes at this final juncture. The chaos on this continent needs someone to end it… I believe that person will definitely be you!"

Qian Renxue nodded heavily, her expression solemn as she said, "I will, Grandpa."

… … … …

Inside a secret room in the Pope's Palace, within Bibi Dong's chambers.

Dark shadows surged, and a power filled with chaos, fear, and violence permeated the air.

Her body was covered in dark purple Texture, giving off an evil and crazed feeling.

"Finally… it's all gathered… enough hatred, enough resentment… enough faith power, only the final ninth trial remains…"

A low voice came from her mouth, sounding as if it came from the depths of the underworld, making people shiver.

"Heh heh… Amon, God of Thunder… I will let you know what a true god is. Wait for it, prepare to tremble under the power of the Rakshasa God!" At this moment, Bibi Dong's pupils were red, and her eyeballs were black, making her look particularly ferocious.

A complex pattern spread from beneath her feet. The array lit up, and a huge scythe slowly emerged from the array.

The scythe was purplish-black, with a long handle and a massive blade.

She reached out and grasped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and a burst of black-purple light suddenly shone.

The demon scythe trembled violently, and a powerful soul power fluctuation began to spread… This fluctuation was absorbed after hitting the surrounding walls, and none of it reached the outside world.

A sharp pain suddenly came from her hand. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe shook violently, throwing her back.

Bibi Dong staggered back several steps before standing firm. Looking at the wound on her palm, a look of incomprehension and resentment appeared on her face:

"Why? I have clearly gathered enough faith power, so why do you still reject me?" Bibi Dong's expression was somewhat deranged.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe bloomed with a ghostly purple light, revealing an even more evil and ominous aura. Under the illumination of this light, the pain in Bibi Dong's hand intensified, causing her face to twitch.

Bibi Dong seemed to realize something: "Are you saying that my pain is not enough… my madness and hatred are not enough?"

A chilling ruthlessness and determination appeared in her eyes: "Then tell me, what kind of pain, what kind of hatred, what kind of madness… will meet your requirements?"

"Kekeke…" A ghostly, illusory shadow, as if it didn't exist, appeared.

Bibi Dong's eyes gradually became dull.

Past memories reappeared in her mind, and she seemed to have returned to decades ago, becoming that little girl again.

A face that she never wanted to see again also appeared very clearly, her teacher, Qian Xunji.

Those scenes began to replay. She was dragged into that dark, sunless secret room, enduring humiliation after humiliation.

She screamed, she struggled, she resisted, but none of it worked. She could only endure that man's disgusting desires, naked and exposed.

Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes, letting out a sharp scream, a piercing, ghost-like sound that echoed in the secret room.

Soul power surged, causing the secret room to rumble continuously.

After a long time, she gradually calmed down, panting heavily, her back and forehead already soaked with sweat: "Qian Xunji… the Angel Clan… all of you, deserve to die!"

The dark purple Magic Pattern on Bibi Dong's body began to shine, echoing the purple light on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe…

"Kekekeke…" That illusory shadow, as if it didn't exist, let out a terrifying laugh again.

… … … …

"Icefire Annihilation!"

The ultimate icy cyclone collided with the ultimate fiery cyclone, unleashing unimaginable power.

A terrifying aura that seemed capable of destroying everything spread out.

Amon's monocle reflected the vortex formed by the intertwining of ice and fire. His expression was grave as he grabbed at the ice-fire vortex.

Then, his monocle suddenly shattered, half of his face exploded directly, and fragments of his eyeball and bones scattered around, with blood flowing continuously.

He raised his right hand, wanting to habitually make the motion of pinching his monocle, but froze halfway. He seemed to realize that half of his face was gone.

Another Amon stole his injuries, and then used "vitality" to offset the "injuries."

Amon, who had returned to his original state, immediately plucked a crystal-textured monocle from the void and embedded it in his eye socket, clicking his tongue: "Tch," he said, "Failed again."

He muttered, "As expected, the divine power version of 'Icefire Annihilation' is not so easy to steal. Even if you steal it, it's difficult to store. You'll get backlash if you're not careful."

"Yan Jin" put her hands on her hips and said with a grin: "You're so stupid, if you can't do it together, just split it up, right?

"Worried that the separate ice and fire cyclones will be prevented from merging by the enemy, or that the fusion speed will be too slow and the opponent will dodge…"

"Then let two 'Worms of Time' store a little each, and let the aggregate Amon carrying these two 'Worms of Time' rush over to restrict the opponent, carrying out a suicide attack. Or lure the opponent closer, and then detonate."

Next to her, a group of Amons with different clothing styles, different appearances, different expressions, but all wearing monocles, suddenly showed the exact same expression.

They looked at "Yan Jin" in shock and said in astonishment:

"She actually thought of a solution first?"

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