From Douluo to Zhe Tian

In other words, even a Beast Spirit Master at the Great Spirit Master level, even when combining with their beast martial soul, wouldn't be able to withstand Qin Tian powerful physical body.

The Wild Charge skill, in Qin Tian hands, had almost turned into a divine skill.

Just as Qin Tian was about to get up from the ground, he felt his body lighten, his clothes tearing into rags, with only his pants left intact, barely holding onto his modesty.

This was quite embarrassing for Qin Tian. Luckily, Tang San soul guide device had some spare clothes for him.

"Ah!"

Xiao Wu, seemingly shy, cried out, startled, and quickly darted into the nearby forest, like a frightened rabbit.

Tang San, concerned for Xiao Wu, hurriedly pulled out the clothes and threw them to the ground, chasing after her.

"Xiao Wu, it's dangerous, don't run off," Tang San shouted anxiously as he used the Ghost Shadow to track her.

Qin Tian, meanwhile, smirked. He figured Xiao Wu was trying to use this opportunity to shake off Tang San, then later reappear and claim that she had already obtained a soul ring.

He quickly removed his torn pants and put on his clothes, feeling a bit pitiful. This world wasn't too concerned with underwear—just a top and bottom, practical and simple.

He also noticed that his clothes were different from Tang San; while Tang San wore something like an ancient robe, Qin Tian wore the kind of clothes favored by Beast Spirit Masters and common folk: short-sleeved and loose for mobility.

Beast Spirit Masters had a different fighting style, and long robes could hinder their movements. They preferred loose-fitting clothes that didn't tear easily during battles.

However, this wasn't the focus. Qin Tian immediately summoned his brick martial soul, and a yellow and purple soul ring emerged, glowing brightly.

Even though he had just reached the Great Spirit Master level, with his current soul power at level 22, he felt confident he could face even a 32nd-level Spirit Elder without fear.

The two soul rings—one yellow and one purple—were highly impressive. Anyone who saw them would be amazed.

Qin Tian had a feeling that his yellow soul ring would eventually evolve into a purple one.

It seemed that for his next soul beast hunt, he should prioritize illusion-based skills. Given his situation, the Spirit Hall would likely be keeping an eye on him.

With his current strength, he couldn't compete with any Spirit Saint-level experts.

After a few years of steady development and given his rapid breakthrough speed, he estimated that in three years—maybe even just two years—he would reach Spirit Elder.

He wasn't in a hurry. He was only six and a half years old, after all. No one would pay attention to such a young kid.

Cough cough!

His body had also grown taller, and he was now nearly 1.7 meters tall. He was really becoming quite the big kid!

The Bronze Coffin martial soul—what was its origin? Was it really what he had seen in his dreams?

And this brick martial soul—it didn't seem simple. Even 4,000-year-old power-type soul beasts couldn't crush it or even scratch it. This wasn't the quality one would expect from a simple brick martial soul.

Could it be like Tang San Blue Silver Grass? Maybe it was the dominant "king" of bricks.

Next, he decided to test the Shock Bear's skill, Gravitational Field.

The moment he activated it, a formless field of force spread outward. He could clearly feel that the falling leaves around him sank and pressed firmly against the ground.

But Qin Tian himself wasn't affected by the Gravitational Field. It felt curious, but using the skill consumed a lot of soul power.

Right, there was also Wild Charge!

Qin Tian retracted the Gravitational Ring and aimed at a thick tree nearby. He closed his eyes and used Wild Charge, slamming into it.

The moment he used the skill, he felt a strange power come from the earth. It was as if he was instantly shortening the distance, and he charged straight toward the translucent light shield surrounding the tree.

Crack!

The tree snapped in half!

Qin Tian was overjoyed. That collision was as powerful as a heavy truck barreling through.

This confirmed it—his physical body was now comparable to a 900-year-old Shock Bear.

Now, even if he faced a 2,000-year-old soul beast, he was confident he could defeat it!

By the way, Tang San.

And Xiao Wu—they were really quite the odd couple. Both were just six-year-old kids, yet they already seemed to have feelings for each other. Early maturity was truly terrifying!

Look at him—Qin Tian. All he cared about was getting stronger, nothing else.

Speaking of which, Tang San soul guide device was really useful. It was like a storage ring. Why didn't Qin Tian have such a luxury?

With a thought, he could…

Huh!

Qin Tian froze, staring at the section of the tree he had just shattered. Where did it go?

Then, he felt something strange. There was a small piece of tree trunk inside the Bronze Coffin on his left hand.

This!

"Ha ha ha..."

Qin Tian laughed, amazed once again by the surprises the Bronze Coffin martial soul brought him.

Not only could it smash enemies, but it could also be used as a storage device. This martial soul was incredible.

Boom!

Suddenly, Qin Tian felt a massive shock, as if the sky and earth were about to collapse. The entire land shook, and dark, space-breaking cracks appeared in the sky. Blood-colored, black, and golden lightning swirled like a spider's web, wreaking havoc, intertwining with the spatial rifts.

For some reason, Qin Tian felt an oppressive aura rising in his heart, as if a great calamity was imminent.

What he didn't know was that, at that moment, all the Title Douluo-level experts across the continent were looking up at the sky with serious expressions. They all felt the same ominous sense of impending doom, but theirs was much more intense than Qin Tian.

As the saying goes: when the sky falls, there is always a taller person to hold it up.

The great tribulation had arrived, and the first to bear the brunt were the Title Douluos. They were the world's strongest forces and were responsible for maintaining the stability of the world.

But the change wasn't over yet. Suddenly, every Spirit Master above the Spirit Saint level felt a word flash in their mind: tribulation.

Three years from now, another world would collide with this one, and not only would the laws of the two worlds clash, but there would also be bloodshed between their inhabitants.

This was a great tribulation, an unavoidable disaster for everyone.

But for now, only the Spirit Saints and above had the qualifications to know about it.

Holy Spirit Village!

While preparing to leave, Tang Hao suddenly seemed mad, his body filled with intense hostility.

"Damn heavens!"

A Yin was dead, and what greater calamity could compare to this?

He looked up at the sky, his face covered with the eternal tears that had blurred his features.

Huge tears dropped to the ground as he cursed himself. What use was being a Title Douluo? His final soul ring was a sacrifice from the woman he loved.

He would rather not have such power. If not for Tang San, he would have gone to the Spirit Hall to seek revenge long ago.

But now, the great tribulation was coming in three years?

Let it come!

The more chaos the Spirit Hall experienced, the better. He was going to take revenge, and the grudge from back then would finally be settled.

His son had dual martial souls, and this stinky kid also had dual martial souls.

Even if Tang Hao died, there would be no regrets.

It was time to use his last connections and power to ensure that Tang San and Qin Tian could grow up successfully.

He needed to talk to the Master; he was the only one from the Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy that he trusted.