Reflection World

Chapter 2: Reflection World

"World!"

The loli exclaimed.

Powerful and mysterious.

That was Huo Yutong's first impression.

"Impressive." Huo Yutong praised, without a hint of jealousy.

"Spirit Eyes are impressive too, an Original Martial Soul."

Those star-like eyes dimmed for a moment, a flicker of barely noticeable inferiority and dejection passing through, but she quickly pulled herself together.

Cleaning up.

She fetched a basin of water, the loli sticking out her little rear as she scrubbed the corners and the dust that hadn't been blown away by the wind, while An Zhen simply reached into the void and pulled out the recliner from before.

Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yutong.

Considering that only she had appeared here, it was clear that the possibility of Huo Yun'er carrying twins had been ruled out. The Child of Destiny was gone, replaced by a Daughter of Destiny—a deviation from the original story. Tsk. The later timeline was probably already in chaos, but with him as a variable, the timeline itself was bound to be messy.

Still, why was this child disguised as a boy?

No.

Her voice was soft—maybe it was just puberty.

Petite and cute didn't necessarily mean male.

Time to check.

Instead of returning to his own dorm, An Zhen lay down on the recliner and closed his eyes.

Martial Soul, manifest.

"Hm?"

In a sea of golden light, a silkworm with ten golden patterns on its body suddenly lifted its head, as if sensing something.

Something seemed to be approaching.

But then again, maybe nothing was there.

Forget it. That old human was too terrifying; it was better to just hide.

"Though it sounds abnormal, I have to admit, it's still very useful."

An Zhen stood up, looking at the petite, cute back, a pleased smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

That little pert rear was sticking up as the diligent little cutie cleaned. A pair of arms reached out and directly pulled the small figure into an embrace.

No struggle.

No cry of surprise.

The tiny body simply collapsed into An Zhen's arms, as if it had lost its soul.

World Modulation Mode.

Centered on An Zhen's real body, his Spiritual Power limited the size of this world, like a massive virtual game world. People from the real world were projected in, simulating their ongoing actions, but they were all NPCs. When An Zhen made contact or gave a command, they turned into this soulless state. He was like a god of this world.

And the concealment of his Martial Soul was extremely high.

An Zhen had once used his connection with his godfather, Jing Hongchen, to meet the Silver Moon Douluo, Kong Deming, but even he couldn't detect it. His only worry now was that Mu En, Old Mu.

No. If some things hadn't changed, there was another one here too.

An Zhen reached out and lightly tapped the back of Huo Yutong's head. Instantly, three blue screens popped up.

[Huo Yutong]

[Sky Dream Ice Silkworm]

[Electrolux]

If anyone on the continent had the highest quality Spiritual Power right now, it would undoubtedly be this one—the former Son of Light, the Undead Scourge, Electrolux... or rather, his remnant soul.

But even a fragment was still Spiritual Sense, a god's level.

"Holding the sun and moon, plucking the stars—there is no one like me in this world."

His pale fingers lightly grasped the air, and a gray light sphere appeared in his hand. The youth murmured softly, "Electrolux, do you still remember that adulterous couple, Fuluo and Peiluo?"

If the original Huo Yuhao, blinded by hatred, could react, there was no reason this remnant soul, influenced by his Martial Soul, wouldn't respond to the names of the princess who once betrayed Electrolux and the pope's son who slaughtered his entire clan.

Had this fragment of a soul not recalled those events yet?

An Zhen went out to look for Old Mu.

He didn't find him.

Had he already left?

"In that case, hehehe, Xiao Yutong, there's nothing uncertain interfering with us now."

He hurried back to the dormitory.

With a thought, a clean, tidy large bed appeared in the room, and he gently placed the little darling in his arms onto it.

Time for a check.

Well, she really is worthy of being a descendant of the White Tiger.

"Why would such a cute girl dress up as a boy?"

An Zhen didn't know the reason. With a flick of his mind, the entire dormitory instantly became spotless, and a clump of gray trash coalesced at the door.

The real world.

An Zhen slowly opened his eyes.

The Loli, who had fetched a basin of water, was wiping the table with a wet rag.

"Alright, let me take over."

An Zhen felt quite sympathetic toward this little girl with her rough fate. With Sky Dream Ice Silkworm and Electrolux both present, plus her malnourished appearance and those faded, washed-out clothes, her background was probably identical to Huo Yuhao's.

If it weren't for that bastard Tang San, this child should have had a happy life like the protagonist of a trash-to-treasure power fantasy. The dignified Child of Destiny had been tamed. The power of the plane ultimately couldn't match the might of a God King.

The Child of Destiny, whether male or female, would always end up targeted by that Tang God King. Given how that guy treated the Douluo Plane like his own backyard, if he became a god in the future, he'd definitely be marked too—being taken in as a dog would probably be the best outcome.

Reborn into a new life.

An Zhen only wanted to live freely and happily. He didn't want to die; he wanted to become a god. With such a powerful martial soul, practically a cheat code, if the Angel God and Sea God of the past could ascend, why couldn't he? He admitted his willpower was lacking, but this martial soul, which was practically a cheat, might itself be a god—or even something beyond a god.

So, allying with the Daughter of Destiny might be a very good choice.

After all, the current God Realm wasn't Tang San's one-man show. The two God Kings, Life and Destruction, still held sway, and even he was bound by the rule that gods couldn't descend. Though that guy shamelessly used his own daughter as an excuse in the end, at least the current Douluo Continent wasn't as hopeless as the era of Legend of the Dragon King, where two Second-Grade Gods could target you at any moment.

In his all-embracing black eyes, a small, adorable figure was reflected.

Huo Yutong, I came for you.

An Zhen needed the Daughter of Destiny's help—not just in opposing Tang San, but also for a major matter concerning his cultivation. Only someone favored by fate could assist him with that.

"First Soul Skill, Reflection."

A pale yellow, illusory ring materialized beside the youth's leg. A bright yellow Spiritual Light flickered, and a strange wave spread across the entire dormitory, excluding An Zhen and Huo Yutong.

Under the little darling's astonished gaze, the whole room was instantly renewed.

First Soul Skill, Reflection.

It could turn reality into the form of An Zhen's world, altering reality, or project things from his world into reality—people, objects, even his own cultivation—and he had a certain degree of control over them.

However, creating something from nothing or making things vanish out of thin air consumed a lot of energy.

This energy came from two sources: one was An Zhen's own Soul Power, and the other was the energy accumulated by his martial soul. The martial soul itself was essentially a large, special "Milk Bottle."

To be honest, aside from the Soul Power it brought, the soul ring didn't do much else for An Zhen. The soul skills were just unlocking certain authorities within his world. For instance, the wind and the lounge chair that appeared earlier didn't require a soul ring, because those were abilities of the martial soul itself. The soul ring was merely the key to unlock them.

For daily life, it was quite convenient—one-button outfit changes and washing up, plus a boost to cultivation speed.

As for fighting.

Against opponents of the same rank, if he knew who and where the enemy was ahead of time and had time to prepare, it was pretty handy.

But if the level gap was too large, backlash would occur.

Very troublesome.

Still, this soul skill wasn't meant for fighting in the first place.