Chapter Forty-Eight: Lu Yu’s Astonishing Progress! An Exchange or a Probe?

Douluo: O Retorno de Um Só, Fantian Yin Esmaga Tang San Mil são suficientes. 2581 words 2026-08-05 02:20:25

Along the way, Lu Yu did not blindly and wholeheartedly immerse himself in studying the second stage of the Deity Summoning Talisman as he had done before. Instead, he consistently focused on cultivating various other techniques.

After all, the Deity Summoning Talisman relied on external forces; true strength lies within oneself!

Having obtained his fourth soul ring, Lu Yu's soul power directly reached the peak of the forty-third rank, and by the time they arrived at Star Luo City, he had smoothly broken through to the forty-fourth rank.

Furthermore, freed from bottleneck limitations, his Reversing Fate Tri-Stage and Golden Light Spell also progressed at a startling pace. The former reached the peak of the second stage's Great Accomplishment, verging on perfection.

The Golden Light Spell even stepped into the realm of Perfection in a single bound!

One must know that even that outrageously powerful Old Celestial Master in the Outsider world had only attained the realm of Perfection in the Golden Light Spell!

Above that lay the legendary Dao Realm!

This was the highest tier of all Daoist techniques!

Even with Lu Yu's innate talent, transitioning a technique from the realm of Perfection to the Dao Realm would require a considerable amount of time.

His Thunder Technique had reached the peak of Great Accomplishment, merely a step away from achieving Perfection!

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Star Luo City.

Today, the city gates were heavily guarded by soldiers, all of whom were surprisingly soul masters.

The main city gate was blocked off by these soldiers, forcing ordinary citizens to enter and exit through the smaller side gates.

Right in front of the main gate, a welcoming party had been waiting for a long time.

There were both men and women in the group, mostly quite young, with only two middle-aged men standing at the front.

A closer look revealed that these youths were distinctly divided into two small cliques.

One clique was led by a young man with a full head of blonde hair and double pupils in his eyes, giving off an eerie and wicked aura.

The other clique was led by a girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, yet possessed an exceptionally voluptuous and fiery figure.

Her expression was icy, and she exuded a chilling, deathly coldness that was difficult to get used to.

Beside the blonde youth, a young man curled his lip and said, "Boss, Zhu Zh