Douluo 2: Way of Fake God With Soul Tools

Torrential rain poured down the protective shield, but Su Luoheng remained unaffected, sitting quietly in the grass in a meditative pose, continuing to absorb the energy contained within his second soul ring.

Seeing this, Ran Yuming finally let go of some of his worries. He stayed outside, quietly guarding against any interruptions. Although the space inside was large enough for both of them, it was more appropriate for him to protect from the outside. If a soul beast suddenly attacked or some other danger arrived, it would be easier to deal with it from the exterior.

'Boom—'

Another thunderous roar erupted in the sky.

In that instant, an overwhelming pressure descended from above, suffocating in its intensity.

Ran Yuming's expression turned grave, his entire body becoming tense. He hoisted a nearly two-meter-long soul cannon, with a diameter of about twenty centimeters at its cross-section, onto his right shoulder. At the same time, with a single thought, various long-range soul devices on his waist, hands, legs, and other parts of his body unfolded simultaneously. His entire form became like a metal fortress.

Under this immense pressure, Ran Yuming didn't dare to be careless, immediately deploying his most powerful combat stance. Should any danger arise, all his artillery would rain down in an instant!

Meanwhile, Su Luoheng remained completely unaware, still sitting quietly on the grass with his eyes closed, focused on absorbing the remaining power of the soul ring.

Time ticked by, second by second.

In this high-pressure, tense situation, sweat continuously dripped from Ran Yuming's forehead. Yet he did not dare to relax even slightly, maintaining a state of extreme vigilance.

At this moment, time seemed to crawl.

In retrospect, he thought, they really shouldn't have chosen this spot for absorbing the soul ring. All sorts of rare but possible issues had piled up this time. If it weren't for the fact that Su Luoheng was already at a critical moment in absorbing the second soul ring, he would have already taken him and fled this cursed place! But now, there was no option to leave, and all he could do was hope that this oppressive force didn't pass by.

However, the more one fears something, the more likely it is to happen.

'Boom—'

Another crack of thunder broke out.

Ran Yuming instantly tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy. Even though nothing unusual was visible, he could sense the terrifying pressure closing in!

"It looks like there's no avoiding it," Ran Yuming muttered, his deep, dark eyes flashing coldly as he tightened his grip on his weapon.

No matter what, as long as he was standing here, he had to protect his disciple—that was his responsibility as a master.

Just as he was preparing to confront the danger, however, the overwhelming pressure suddenly disappeared without warning. Before he could even react, it had vanished completely, as if it had never been there.

"Huh?"

Ran Yuming froze in place, glancing around suspiciously.

Yet, aside from the sound of the light rain pattering down, there was no trace of the oppressive force from earlier.

Frowning, Ran Yuming thought to himself: 'Could I have been mistaken?'

He conducted another round of searches but still found nothing.

"Maybe I imagined it… getting worse as I get older," he muttered, rubbing his forehead in doubt. It must have been a mistake, he thought—otherwise, how could such a powerful presence just disappear without a trace?

In any case, the storm had passed, and Ran Yuming didn't dwell on it further. He deactivated his soul devices and resumed his guard beside Su Luoheng.

However, Ran Yuming failed to notice one thing.

At the very moment the pressure dissipated, a wisp of dark gray mist approached the protective barrier. The soul shield, capable of withstanding the assault of a ten-thousand-year soul beast for a quarter of an hour, was utterly ineffective against it. The misty shadow, as if possessing intelligence, easily penetrated the barrier and, without pause, merged into Su Luoheng's body.

The entire process occurred silently, without anyone noticing.

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Meanwhile, within Su Luoheng's Sea of Consciousness.

Unaware of the events happening in the outside world, Su Luoheng was still battling the remnants of the Millennium Golden Red Bear's will.

Though the bear's residual will was not weak, it lacked the endurance to sustain a prolonged fight. Once Su Luoheng withstood the first wave of its assault, the bear's will no longer posed any threat to him. Instead, it became nourishment to enhance his mental strength.

"Roar!" The bear's will let out an unwilling growl.

Yet again, it was shattered by Su Luoheng, and parts of its will were transformed into pure mental energy, continuously strengthening his mental power.

As time passed, the balance of power shifted in Su Luoheng's favor. However, just as everything seemed to be progressing smoothly, a massive pressure silently descended upon his Sea of Consciousness.

By the time Su Luoheng realized something was wrong, the entire sea had been engulfed by a layer of gray mist! This pressure was far beyond anything the Golden Red Bear's will could compare to. Both Su Luoheng's mental power and the bear's remnant will were suppressed, unable to move, and he found himself powerless to expel the intruding force.

He had temporarily lost control of his own Sea of Consciousness!

It was shocking and infuriating. After all, this was his own spiritual domain—he should have been the one in control. What could possibly have the audacity to invade and cause such chaos within his mental world?

Before he could act, a vague figure emerged from the center of the gray mist. An ancient voice, filled with an indescribable authority, echoed throughout Su Luoheng's Sea of Consciousness.

"My hand grasps the sun and moon and plucks the stars from the sky; this world has no one else like me."

"To think that even a fragment of my soul could remain. I wonder, where is this place? The aura here is rather unique. No wonder it drew me in."

The gray-robed elder muttered to himself.

Upon hearing the elder's self-introduction, Su Luoheng's eyes widened in disbelief!

How could this be? How could it be him?

Su Luoheng never expected that in such circumstances, he would encounter none other than the Death Spirit Holy God, the Necromancer Scourge, Electrolux!

Wasn't he supposed to be in the Star Dou Forest? How could he have appeared here, in the Jingyang Mountains within the Sun and Moon Empire? These two places weren't remotely close!

Wait… putting aside the geographical issue for a moment.

If Electrolux had entered his Sea of Consciousness, then what about Huo Yuhao?

At this thought, Su Luoheng's expression turned peculiar.

Could it be that… he had intercepted Huo Yuhao's grandpa?

While Su Luoheng was lost in thought, Electrolux, now in control, gathered the gray mist that had dispersed throughout the Sea of Consciousness. The oppressive force that had been restricting Su Luoheng's spirit was lifted.

Su Luoheng regained control of his Sea of Consciousness, except for the area where Electrolux resided.