Time Flies!

Time flies like a white steed, and six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In an elegant courtyard within the core area of Martial Soul Hall, the morning light was faint.

Lu Jing had shed his childlike innocence, growing into a young man with a tall and straight posture and a handsome face.

A hint of composure beyond his years graced his brows, and his deep eyes occasionally flashed with an imperceptible sharpness.

Thanks to the immense resources poured into him by Martial Soul Hall, coupled with his own talent and effort, his Soul Power Level had reached an astonishing forty-eight.

Even more astonishing was his Soul Ring configuration: one purple and three black!

This almost broke the common sense of the Soul Master world.

Of course, it wasn't that the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm couldn't have upgraded the first Soul Ring to black. It was just that Lu Jing knew very well that one purple Soul Ring could still be explained as exceptional talent or a fortunate encounter. However, without the help of a Deity, upgrading Soul Ring cultivation was simply too world-shattering and difficult to justify. Instead, it might attract unnecessary trouble and suspicion, so he chose to keep a low profile.

Sitting opposite him, Wang Dong'er was breathtakingly beautiful.

At seventeen, she was like a bud that had fully bloomed, her beauty capable of eclipsing the sun and moon.

She wore a perfectly tailored blue-pink long dress that accentuated her tall and graceful figure, her curves exquisite and well-defined.

Her skin was fairer than snow, seemingly able to be broken by a light touch. Her long, blue-pink hair cascaded smoothly down her back, and her eyes were like the purest gemstones, reflecting a lively and noble luster.

Her entire being seemed enveloped in a hazy halo, sacred and pure, like a fairy descended from the heavens. Her peerless elegance was enough to move anyone, yet no one dared to harbor the slightest disrespectful thought.

Her cultivation had also steadily improved to level fifty-three, with a standard Soul Ring configuration of yellow, purple, purple, black, black. Without the covert assistance of Tang San and the Clear Sky Sect, her cultivation speed, while still considered genius, was indeed a bit slower than in the original timeline.

The two quietly enjoyed their exquisite breakfast, the atmosphere warm and harmonious.

Six years of constant companionship and shared cultivation had long since elevated their relationship beyond ordinary friendship, an indescribable tacit understanding and closeness flowing between them.

Lu Jing put down his silver cutlery and looked at the girl opposite him, who was unrealistically beautiful. He suddenly spoke, "Sister Dong'er, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Wang Dong'er, who was sipping her flower tea, was slightly taken aback. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and a hint of confusion appeared in her beautiful eyes. "Go out? Go where?"

A sunny smile spread across Lu Jing's lips, filled with the spirited vigor of youth. "Of course, to travel all over the continent! The Douluo Continent is so vast; we can't just stay in Martial Soul City cultivating forever, can we? Let's go see the outside world, experience different customs and traditions, and perhaps find an opportunity for a breakthrough."

Wang Dong'er put down her teacup, her delicate lips pursed. The light of anticipation gradually lit up in her eyes.

She had grown up in the Clear Sky Sect, and later, she was brought to Martial Soul Hall through a spatial tunnel. Although her status was noble and her life was comfortable, she had rarely had the opportunity to truly travel the continent freely.

Lu Jing's suggestion was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, creating ripples in her heart.

"Hmm..."

She pondered for a moment, then broke into a smile that seemed to brighten the entire courtyard. She agreed, "Okay! That sounds very interesting. When should we leave?"

Seeing her agree, Lu Jing was also delighted. "No rush. Give me three days to prepare. I need to arrange some things and pack some supplies for the journey."

"No problem."

Wang Dong'er nodded readily. "I need to tidy up a bit myself, too."

After breakfast, Lu Jing went alone to the depths of the Worship Hall, outside the hall where Qian Daoliu meditated.

After announcing himself, he entered.

Qian Daoliu was still in his gray robe, sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion, exuding an aura as vast as the sea.

Seeing Lu Jing enter, he slowly opened his eyes, his golden irises looking gently at the young man he had placed so much hope in.

"Great Enshrined," Lu Jing bowed respectfully.

"Little Jing, what is it?" Qian Daoliu's voice was calm yet filled with authority.

"I wish to visit the Scripture Pavilion to consult some information. I may need your pass to enter the top floor area," Lu Jing stated his purpose directly.

After his gaze lingered on Lu Jing for a moment, he hesitated almost not at all. He flipped his hand, took out a token made of special metal engraved with the pattern of the Angel Sacred Sword, and handed it over.

"Go ahead. The texts on the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion are precious and involve many secrets. Be careful when consulting them, and do not damage them," Qian Daoliu cautioned.

"Thank you, Great Enshrined. I understand." Lu Jing took the heavy token, which contained a special Soul Power fluctuation, with both hands, his heart settling.

Leaving the Worship Hall, Lu Jing headed straight for one of the most core and heavily guarded areas of Martial Soul City—the Martial Soul Hall Scripture Pavilion.

From a distance, the Scripture Pavilion gave off a sense of grandeur and weight. It was not an ordinary tall building but a magnificent stone hall built against a mountain. Its main structure was constructed from huge, unknown black-green rocks, weathered by ten thousand years of wind and rain. The stone walls were covered with traces of time and mysterious Soul Tool runes, faintly emitting powerful defensive fluctuations.

The entire building was nine stories high, like a silent giant overlooking Martial Soul City.

At the entrance stood two colossal angel statues, holding sacred swords with solemn expressions, exuding a sacred and majestic aura that inspired awe.

The heavy bronze doors were tightly shut. Two rows of guards with condensed auras and sharp eyes stood at the entrance, the lowest being at the Soul King level.

Lu Jing presented Qian Daoliu's pass. After careful inspection, the guards respectfully bowed and let him pass.

The heavy bronze doors slowly opened with a low rumble, and a unique scent mixed with old paper, ink, and the sedimentation of time rushed towards him.

Stepping inside, Lu Jing felt as if he had entered an ocean of knowledge.

The interior space was extremely vast, with a towering ceiling inlaid with softly glowing Soul Guide Lamps.

Rows of enormous bookshelves, reaching all the way to the ceiling, were neatly arranged, as dense as a forest.

The bookshelves were densely packed with countless books, scrolls, jade slips, and stone tablets... made of various materials and spanning vast periods. A quiet and solemn atmosphere permeated the air, with only the occasional rustling sound of pages turning.

This place housed almost all the precious documents and information collected, organized, and stored by Martial Soul Hall since its establishment over ten thousand years ago.

From the most basic Soul Master cultivation theories, Soul Beast encyclopedias, and Martial Soul atlases, to continental geographical records, secret histories of various countries, blueprints for lost Soul Tools, analyses of high-level Soul Skills, and even fragments of legends about Deities and ancient ruins... it was undoubtedly the foremost repository of information on the Douluo Continent.