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Douluo Dalu 2: Cultivating as a Fox until 100,000 Years

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Zhen Len died twice. First, as an ordinary human on Earth named Ryan. Second, as a talented cultivator in Douluo Dalu 3, unable to reach divinity despite all his efforts. When his life fades away amidst a battle against the Abyss forces, he unexpectedly awakens in an unknown forest… but this time, not as a human. Now he is an fire spirit fox, a once-extinct soul beast that was once his martial soul. Without knowing how much time has passed since his death, and unaware that he returned years after Tang San ascended to the divine realm in Douluo Dalu 1, he must now cultivate in an attempt to become a god. However, he still possesses a great advantage: the techniques of the Tang Sect, the techniques of the Body Sect, and his experience as a blacksmith who once crafted a four-word battle armor and mechas. Thus, it is only a matter of time before he gathers enough resources to turn human again and attempt to ascend to divinity. Being reborn as a soul beast is a sentence to centuries and millennia of solitude… but it is also a chance to prepare without rush. Will he be able to overcome time, fate, and his own nature to become human again? In this novel, he will remain a soul beast for a long time until the canon events of Douluo Dalu 2 begin, and I plan for the MC to mate with human women (and possibly, though not certain yet, with other soul beasts) while still being a soul beast. This is an original fanfic.
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