Xiao Yun's Thoughts on the Future

Phoenix Nest Lake, the island at its center.

It was a small island of less than a hundred square meters, densely planted with Green Bamboo. Deep within the Bamboo Forest stood a tiny Bamboo Pavilion. Though simple, the pavilion was quiet and elegant, secluded from the world.

Xiao Yun sat cross-legged inside the Bamboo Pavilion, his eyes closed as he concentrated.

His Martial Soul—the gray pillar—had already been summoned and sunk to the bottom of Phoenix Nest Lake.

The Ambrosial Arbor's roots had plunged deep into the mud at the lakebed. Its trunk rose straight upward, piercing the lake surface and pointing toward the heavens. Countless roots spread through the water, absorbing Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi and forming some mysterious connection with this land and water.

Xiao Yun was not cultivating.

He was thinking.

Thinking about the road ahead.

Memories from both his previous life and this one intertwined in his mind. His understanding of the Power System, his comprehension of the world's essence, and his thoughts on choosing a path all surfaced one by one.

If he had been his former self, he could have done nothing.

He could only have drifted with the current, struggling to survive on this continent.

But things were different now.

His strength was about to reach level 100.

That was the pinnacle of Douluo Continent—the divine level.

Once he became a god, there would be far too many things he could do.

But precisely because there was so much he could do, he needed to choose even more carefully.

What kind of path should he take?

What kind of change should he bring to this continent?

Xiao Yun opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

The sun was setting, and the evening glow stained half the sky red. The surface of