Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Eliminate all the subcutaneous fat layer and visceral fat layer, and then use the power of space to converge various sources.

"Well"

"Energy carrying structures."

Han Tao remained silent.

Because only when it was born, Han Tao could understand its meaning.

"It is very important, it is an indispensable part of the entire viscera system!"

because

Using "skin" to engrave time and space requires the origin of time; shrinking fat requires the power of space; activating the furnace of destruction also requires special origins; even the blood pulling energy requires the "heart" as a carrier. Originally, these energies are in different structures, at the dark level. This created a huge burden.

"Why didn't I notice it before?"

Han Tao thought thoughtfully, "Because my evolved body structure is too strong, even if these burdens are huge, I can easily bear them."

"The birth of the energy-carrying structure means the optimization of the overall structure."

"It means that the heart, furnace, skin, and lungs no longer need to bear special energy. They can be directly mobilized from the 'energy reserve', so I can call it the optimization of the overall structure."

It seems unimportant, but it is important.

Its effect cannot be expressed in numerical terms. Just like optimization at the software level and optimization at the algorithm level, it cannot be seen from the appearance.

"At this point, the five internal organs are gathered together!"

Energy carrying sequence (fat)

Liquid interactive organs (heart)

Gaseous Interaction Organs (Lungs)

Creation of physical consciousness (mind of good and evil)

Digestion and Absorption Construction (Destruction Crucible)

"Such an evolution."

Han Tao's tone seemed to pause, "It's no longer like a human being after such an evolution."

Looking back at the Wuhun Empire, Han Tao once again returned to the Holy Soul Village, the location he had just traveled through.

Han Tao's eyes were a little lonely. Although he had unparalleled strength and his reputation was resounding throughout the Douluo Continent, he was lonely. It was difficult for Han Tao to find some sense of identity from other humans.

"Han Tao?"

A middle-aged man walked out of the Holy Soul Village.

"Teacher Li Gang!"

Han Tao said hello gently.

Teacher Li Gang saw Han Tao and shouted in surprise.

But he suddenly stopped. Han Tao's identity was different from before. Han Tao was already a god on Douluo Continent. He was so powerful that he didn't dare to approach him.

"Maybe a hundred years later, I will turn into a pile of loess, but Han Tao's appearance will remain the same."

Han Tao smiled in an easy-going manner, "To say the least, I have to thank you, Teacher. You helped me hunt down my first soul ring. If it weren't for that firefly, I wouldn't be where I am now."

"Millions of fluorescent grass are very important to me. It is the beginning of everything."

Li Gang's eyes flickered slightly, even in disbelief. Why did Han Tao not forget his weakest hour even if he became a god?

This is different from a certain great soul master, completely different!

"I will remember this kindness in my heart!"

"Teacher, if you need help with anything, you can tell me."

Han Tao paused for a moment. Now that he has unprecedented strength, he is no longer afraid that some people will use them to blackmail him.

"Things are different now. Now I can finally help them."

"I didn't dare to help those who were kind to me because I had too many enemies and they were too strong."

Li Gang fell into silence.

After a long while, he suddenly laughed and said, "Han Tao, thank you for your kindness, but I think I don't need it anymore."

"After the Wuhun Empire took over the entire Tiandou territory, it paid more attention to the training of healing soul masters. Now even ordinary people who are injured can get treatment by spending a little money."

"And there are many soul masters who have awakened to the Blue Silver Grass and are pursuing your former path. Their first soul rings all chose fluorescent grass."

Old Jack, the village chief, walked out slowly.

He was accompanied by two children. The young boy's soul power was already level 13, and he chose fluorescent grass for his first soul ring.

“Not bad, not bad”

Han Tao smiled with relief, stepped forward and rubbed the boy's head.

"Are you Han Tao?"

The boy's eyes widened.

He wanted to get rid of Han Tao's hand, but he couldn't, so he glared at Han Tao, "Is your martial spirit also Blue Silver Grass?"

"yes!"

"I don't believe it!"

The boy turned his head away, looking arrogant and naive.

"It's useless if you don't believe it!" Han Tao still smiled, "You can ask Su Yuntao, he was the one who helped me awaken the martial spirit."

As he spoke, Han Tao seemed to recognize the boy.

This boy seems to be the little boy who was jumped in line by Han Tao when he asked Su Yuntao to awaken his "ghost" martial spirit. "I see. No wonder he questioned my martial spirit."

"rest assured!"

Han Tao knelt down and patted his shoulder again.

"My ghost spirit awakened after death. When I was 6 years old, just like you, I awakened from an ordinary blue silver grass."

"However, I understand the essence of martial arts, I refer to all kinds of soul beasts and gods, I find the evolutionary law unique to Blue Silver Grass, and I also embark on the road to the gods."

The boy raised his head gently, "Uncle Han Tao, I will surpass you! I will also become a god one day!"

"Um"

Han Tao had a smile in his eyes, "I am very much looking forward to that day. If you break through to the gods, I will give you a gift."

"But I don't know your name yet?"

The boy said "Dawn" and ran away happily.

Nottingham, Fasno Province.

Outside the city, there are endless golden wheat fields. Food and fruits grown in hundreds of villages are traded in this town-like city.

The warm breeze was blowing on Han Tao's face, passing through the bustling vendors outside the city. The endless shouting in his ears made Han Tao regain some of his unique sense of identity as a "human".

"Stop!"

The guard stopped Han Tao again.

Looking at the clothes on Han Tao's body, a kind of cloak with the rhythm of the stars, it was particularly valuable and beautiful.

"Soul Master, please pay the entrance fee of 10 copper soul coins!"

Han Tao suddenly emphasized his tone, "Do you know that I am a soul master? You don't even know my soul power level, why do you dare to ask me to pay the entrance fee?"

"It's the same for anyone!"

The guard said firmly.

Han Tao stared at him for a few seconds, then took out a silver soul coin and threw it over.

A nobleman next to him glanced at Han Tao, with a condescending look in his expression, as if paying the entrance fee could make him feel one of the few superiors.

"Look."

"These lowly people need to pay the entrance fee, but I don't, I am a noble of the empire!"

The young man strode forward, but his action was stopped by the guards without any surprise.

"Stop!"

The nobleman was angry.

The guards' obstruction made him lose face in front of his men, and he shouted in anger.

"How dare you stop me! Do you know who I am?"

"My father is Saras, the famous platinum bishop of the Spirit Hall. If you offend me, do you know what the price is?"

He said arrogantly.

When the guard heard the name "Salas", his face turned pale instantly, and he quickly put away his weapon and apologized.

"Apologize?"

The noble son looked at him with disdain, "Why don't you kneel down and apologize, let me see your sincerity, maybe I will be merciful and let you go?"

The guard suddenly froze. If he were alone, he could fight to the death for his dignity, but everyone in the world has a few weaknesses.

Han Tao just looked at him quietly, watching him kneel in front of the noble son, and watching the noble son in front of him laugh wildly, "Hahahahahaha."

"It's really ridiculous!"

"The way you kneel on the ground makes me laugh!"

The man grabbed the guard's neck.

The guard's armor flashed in the sun, and the mark of the Spirit Empire on it was particularly dazzling.

"I have no mercy in my heart."

He exerted force with his fingers and crushed the guard's neck.

The noble's voice was calm, as if the death of a life was nothing more than an ordinary thing in his eyes.