[It’s just that some of my wives would feel sorry for me.
If they knew that I was destined to perish together with the Asura God, they probably wouldn’t want to go on living either.
Damn that Asura God—truly vicious!]
[Sigh… at least I still have a chance to start over.]
[But if I want to reunite with them, if I want to overthrow the God Realm, I must first possess absolute strength.
My Martial Soul is extremely special; I can’t rely on others to awaken it.
When I was six and failed to awaken a Martial Soul, it felt like the sky had collapsed.]
[After that, I amounted to nothing, farming until I was twelve.
And it was at twelve that my Martial Soul finally awakened—the Martial God Body!]
The Martial God Body was an extraordinarily rare type of Martial Soul—a Body Martial Soul, with the physical body itself as its manifestation.
It was an all-around, perfectly balanced Martial Soul, a physique born purely for battle.
It possessed top-tier physical attributes, exceptional affinity with soul power, terrifying regenerative ability, sharp combat instincts, and countless other advantages.
It had no obvious weaknesses and an astonishing growth potential.
[Later on, I even achieved Physical Sainthood through the Martial God Body, without relying on faith.
With a perfect body and an unbreakable will, I ascended to godhood!]
[I held no god position, nor did I need one.
I became a god through my physical body alone—my battle intent itself was divine.
I was invincible throughout the universe.
If it weren’t for their numbers and their utter lack of martial honor, I would have wiped them out long ago.]
Bibi Dong abruptly stood up.
“How can such a bizarre Martial Soul exist—one that can awaken itself?!”
She had seen Body Martial Souls before, but this was the first time she had ever heard of something like this.
A thought suddenly crossed her mind.
Most Martial Soul awakenings were handled by Spirit Hall.
If someone failed to awaken a Martial Soul, there should be records.
With that in mind, Bibi Dong immediately went to find Chrysanthemum Douluo.
…
A forest.
A plump woman with a cold expression leaned against a massive tree, staring blankly at the notebook in her hand.
“Becoming a god through the physical body alone… Is that something a Soul Master can really achieve?”
Zhu Zhuqing didn’t know everything about Soul Masters, but she at least understood the basics.
Martial Souls were broadly divided into Beast Martial Souls and Tool Martial Souls.
She had never seen a Body Martial Soul before—it had to be extremely rare.
Beast Martial Souls were known for powerful physiques.
Take the Dai Family’s White Tiger Martial Soul: the moment it awakened, the user’s physical strength would soar several levels.
Yet even such a top-tier White Tiger Martial Soul was nowhere near god-level in terms of pure physical power.
“A perfect body born for battle… How strong must Dao be?
Could you teach me?
I want to break free from my fate.”
Anticipation sparkled in Zhu Zhuqing’s beautiful eyes.
…
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
“Ahhh!
Damn it—wives?!
Tell me, who are these women?!
If I can find them, I can find you, right?!
You despicable Xu Fan!”
Ning Rongrong kicked wildly on her bed in frustration.
“No, we can’t wait any longer.
We’re heading out now.”
…
Tianshui Academy.
“Sister, do you believe what he says?” Shui Yue’er asked, looking at Shui Bing’er beside her.
“Does it matter whether we believe it or not?” Shui Bing’er replied helplessly.
“At the very least, this notebook is real, and we can’t reject it.”
The moment she saw the notebook, she went to find Shui Yue’er.
To her surprise, her sister had received one as well, and the two had instantly become closer.
“Hehe, that’s true.
At least we can communicate from afar now—that’s pretty great.
When we go to the Far North to hunt Soul Rings, we can chat the whole time.”
“…Mm.”
…
Blazing Academy.
“My heavens!
This is the man I admire!
Becoming a god through nothing but physical strength and willpower!”
Huo Wu clenched her fist tightly.
She had always worshipped strength and naturally gravitated toward powerful men—of course, being handsome was also important.
“Just hearing the name ‘Martial God Body’ tells you how terrifying Dao must be.”
“I wonder where Dao and Xu Fan are now.
Have they awakened their Martial Souls yet?
I really want to see the true might of the Martial God Body.”
“A perfect body born for battle… does it have abs?”
Huo Wu’s cheeks flushed as she let out a soft, dazed murmur.
…
At my current age, I can immediately begin awakening my Martial Soul.
This is only the first step on my path to strength.
After that, I’ll need to refine my body as well.
Cultivation technique: Martial God Body Refining Art.
[The Martial God Body Refining Art is a cultivation technique I created myself during my Soul King stage.
After countless improvements, it became incredibly efficient, allowing one to temper the body while cultivating soul power at the same time.]
After cultivating the Martial God Body Refining Art, the first soul ring might not change much—but the second soul ring would be at least a thousand years old.
With the right opportunities, the third soul ring could reach ten thousand years.
Such a soul ring configuration would far surpass other Soul Masters of this era.
[Of course, that still isn’t enough for my early growth.
I’m twelve years old now, which means Tang San should also be twelve.
That means he hasn’t yet absorbed his mother’s hundred-thousand-year soul bone.]
If I could find Tang San’s mother’s hundred-thousand-year soul bone, absorb it, and soar straight to the heavens…
[Speaking of Tang San, I can’t help but laugh.
He was my greatest rival on the Douluo Continent and the successor of the Asura God.
Unfortunately… he had barely inherited the god position before I utterly crushed him.]
When I first met Tang San, I thought he was just an ordinary Soul Master.
I never imagined he was the son of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao and a hundred-thousand-year soul beast—the Blue Silver Emperor.
He also possessed twin Martial Souls: the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer.
[In this era, his talent was second only to mine and my first wife’s, Qian Renxue’s, and roughly on par with Dong’er’s.]
Unfortunately, he never defeated me at any point.
What shocked me the most was that, as the child of a human and a soul beast, Tang San possessed half the essence of a soul beast’s bloodline.
Killing him would actually drop a soul ring—and a soul bone.
[Yes.
A soul ring.
A soul bone.]
Bibi Dong’s expression darkened as the contents of the notebook continued to unfold.
“Tang San!
So he’s Tang Hao and that soul beast’s bastard!”
“Outrageous!
His first wife is actually Qian Renxue?!”
That meant this Xu Fan was very likely her enemy.
Wait…
Dong’er?
Dong’er?!
Could that be… me?
Bibi Dong froze.
…
Heaven Dou Empire, Crown Prince’s residence.
When Qian Renxue saw that she was listed as Xu Fan’s first wife, her cheeks instantly turned crimson.
“Impossible!
How dare you!
How could I ever be your woman?!”
“The first wife?!
Absolutely impossible!”
She drew the Angelic Sacred Sword and slashed furiously at the notebook, but not even a ripple appeared on its surface.
She went numb.
“No way… no way… Am I, Qian Renxue, really going to end up sharing a man with other women?”
…
Inside a cave behind a waterfall.
A Blue Silver Grass swayed gently, and a book lay before it.
“Tang San… he is my child.”
“He is mine and Hao-ge’s child.”
“No… I can’t let Tang San die.
I can’t.”