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Soul Land: Power of Space

From the Power of Space To the Heavens in Soul Land/Doulou Dalu Lu Yuan reincarnates in the world of Soul Land/Doulou Dalu with the Ultimate Space Element as his Martial Spirit. Join his adventure as he sets his goal to become the strongest in the world. Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Land or any other works mentioned in this Fanfic. This is a translated version of the WebNovel. You can support me on Patr3on. 15+ chapters in advance. patreon.com/Chizihn

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78. Spiritual Space

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"You say it, like i was scared!"

The Fire Dragon King glared, and two thin streams of smoke shot out from his nostrils as he shouted, "It's rare to come across such a suitable human. Did you ever ask for my opinion? Did I object? You self-righteous guy is still the same!"

"Ask you?"

A contemptuous smile appeared on the face of the miniature ice dragon as it disdainfully glanced at the angry old man. Slowly, its body shattered with the burning of the blue flame.

Without uttering a word, it dealt 10,000 points of damage to the Fire Dragon King.

And this damage was real.

With a roar, bright red flames instantly ignited on the dragon armor of the Fire Dragon King, engulfing his soul.

Watching the Ice Dragon King's vortex grow larger and larger, the red flames surged once again.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The miniature soul body shattered directly, and in its place was an equally enormous vortex at the spring's eye behind him.

The red vortex and the blue vortex slowly intertwined. The entire Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eyes seemed to tremble.

A man's head emerged from the lake, spitting out the spring water he had accidentally choked on, and then coughing heavily, expelling mouthfuls of blood and minced flesh.

To be honest, Lu Yuan felt that he had really messed up this time. He shouldn't have touched that silver vine with his bare hands before, and he shouldn't have trusted his unreliable intuition. Now things were not looking good for him.

Based on his severe external injuries, he might have also injured his internal organs. He didn't know if his battered body could last another ten years.

Maybe it wouldn't even take ten years. Give him another seven years. Even five years would suffice!

Five years would be enough for him to accomplish what he wanted to do. Perhaps he could leave behind an offspring to inherit the martial spirit of a reincarnator.

Of course, he meant inheriting a positive spirit. After all, Lu Yuan knew about his own twisted mind, so there was no need to pass that on. However, at the moment, what was more important was that his martial spirit was no longer usable!

Although changing his martial spirit was a good thing, the uncertainty of when the update would be completed turned this good thing into a bad thing.

Whether it's a one-year update or a ten-year update or even an update until death. Would Tang San give him ten years to renew?

Lu Yuan thought it was impossible. Even though the plot had shifted now, judging from Tang San's talent, as long as he followed the steps, he would at least become a Titled Douluo in ten years.

To fight against a Titled Douluo like Tang San, relying on a forty-eight-level spirit power was definitely not enough. His victory over Tang Hao in the past was all a bluff, and he lost his spirit power after just one move.

After suffering such a major setback in the plot, Lu Yuan couldn't fully believe it even if he died.

Originally, he had thought he could take advantage of Tang San's lack of reaction and secure his position first.

But he didn't expect Tang San to react the very next day.

Tang Hao also didn't follow the script. Weren't there guidelines in the original book? How did things take such a different turn?

Just because he was a reincarnator, did he have to be targeted by the whole world?

Cursing silently, Lu Yuan choked out another mouthful of sweet blood, some of which froze on the surface of the lake while the rest evaporated into steam.

Little did they know that the atmosphere in the Star Dou Forest was extremely oppressive.

The ten-thousand-year spirit beasts dared not make a sound, and the hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts dared not move blindly. The savage beasts acted as if facing an enemy, Di Tian wore a gloomy expression, and the auspicious beast of the emperor was dying.

With a body riddled with wounds, Lu Yuan struggled to paddle towards the shore in a doggy paddle position, but unexpectedly...

Terrified, he looked at the abnormal ripples around him and instinctively turned his head to look behind him. His face darkened once again.

Could someone explain to him... Why was there a vortex at this moment?

Completely exhausted, he couldn't even make the most basic struggle. At the last moment before his consciousness dissipated, Lu Yuan vigorously raised his hand, stretched out his palm, and gestured to the sky. Finally, with a touch of unwillingness, he was silently sucked into the vortex.

Soon, it seemed they had obtained what they desired, and the Ice and FireSpring gradually returned to calm.

Silence enveloped once again.

Only the shoulder bag on the ground and eight silver short spears beside it remained as evidence that someone had been there before.

Opening his eyes in confusion, Lu Yuan saw the familiar yet unfamiliar incandescent lamp and instinctively reached out to pick up the phone from beside the pillow.

Then, as if receiving an electric shock, Lu Yuan threw the phone onto the bed with a backhand motion. He immediately sat up, pulled off the bedding, and panted heavily.

"I'm back?"

Staring blankly at the blue bedsheet, he asked himself, as if he hadn't fully accepted this reality.

It had been a long time.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he reached out, grabbed the gray plaid blanket, and indifferently wiped away his tears.

Well, a familiar scent, a familiar feeling.

When he was a child, after being scolded for not studying hard, he would lie in bed wiping away his tears and inadvertently wipe his face with the blanket. It had become a habit.

Even though he no longer cried easily as he grew up, every time he got new bedding, he would still like to rub against it and feel the soft and delicate material.

Unfortunately, this strange habit had disappeared for twelve years. Until this very moment.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Lu Yuan wiped away the tears on his face, hastily put on his slippers, rushed to the door, and opened it. He blurted out words that had long been absent.

"Dad, Mom."

But there was no familiar living room, no familiar kitchen, no familiar bedroom, and...

No familiar faces.

A bright galaxy, like countless steel needles, pierced the young man's heart, dealing another heavy blow to his immature and rotten heart.

While shattering the shell, it also burst all the pustules.

The cruelest fact is witnessing despair in the midst of hope.

Tears couldn't stop falling. Lu Yuan's hand slipped from the doorknob, and he staggered backward, falling to the ground. Without adjusting his posture, he tightly hugged his knees and cried out loudly.

"Child! Wake up! Wake up!"

A deafening sound suddenly erupted, and his body involuntarily lifted into the air, as if he were a ghost passing through the house and even through the intertwined golden and silver curtain of light outside the house.

Suddenly, he turned over and sat up, feeling dizzy.

Lu Yuan reached out to support his forehead. At some point, the tears on his face had disappeared. He raised his head and looked around instinctively.

Well, the scene had changed once again.

Different from the familiar home, this time he found himself in a white space, where it was impossible to distinguish the specific direction.

There wasn't even a ground to use as a basic reference!

He delicately examined his palms, arms, torso, thighs, calves, and soles, all covered in gold and silver.

Lu Yuan's face grew somber.

No need to guess, he knew his head must also look like this mosaic.

Actually, that wasn't accurate either.

To be precise, it looked like a Holy Light body protector. It's just that the Holy light wasn't looking appealing.

Perhaps due to the weight of the silver or the impurity of the golden color, it appeared more like pure white light rather than golden light.

Of course, this was just a fleeting thought. He really shouldn't be here. His gaze gradually settled on the two old men and the dragons standing there with smiles.

Did they leave their dragon horns visible on their foreheads to ensure that others would recognize them as dragons?

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