A World

Night.

Wang Zhi lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After lunch, he had been studying his Martial Soul.

He summoned the ten Blank Masks and examined them repeatedly, trying to communicate with his Soul Power and drive them with his will.

Unfortunately, no matter how he operated them, these ten Blank Masks showed no change.

It was as if they were just ordinary masks, suspended there, nothing more.

This made Wang Zhi unwilling to accept it.

After all, even in the current Sun Moon Federation era, with the rapid development of Soul Tool Technology, Mechas, Soul Tools...

All sorts of new things were emerging.

But the true powerhouses were still Soul Masters.

Because current Soul Tool Technology was not yet capable of delivering a decisive blow.

If his Martial Soul was truly just an ordinary Martial Soul.

It would also mean that he would be unable to reach the ranks of the truly top powerhouses in the future.

But what exactly should he do to make these masks change?

Carrying this question, he gradually felt drowsy.

Soon, while thinking, Wang Zhi also entered Dreamland.

In the Dream, in a daze, he seemed to see a World.

A Magnificent World.

That World had no sky, no ground, only endless darkness and Shadow.

In the depths of that Shadow, it seemed like countless laws were intertwined, forming a Strange Space.

At the same time, many Humanoid Creatures were active within it.

Their bodies were agile, shuttling through the Shadow, seemingly engaged in some kind of training.

But before Wang Zhi could see clearly, everything in front of him suddenly shattered.

He abruptly opened his eyes and sat up straight.

Outside Window, sunlight had already shone in, falling on the quilt, warm and comfortable.

It's morning now.

But at this moment, Wang Zhi's Heart felt confused about everything in the dream.

That world...

What is it?

Why did he have such a dream?

He looked down at his hands, nothing had happened.

Was it just a dream?

And because Wang Zhi's Heart's talent did not catch the eye of the Shrek teachers, Wang Heng had to consider his son's schooling.

In the entire Shrek City, there was only Shrek Academy.

All other academies were forbidden from establishing themselves in Shrek City.

This was the rule of Shrek City, and also the rule of Shrek Academy.

As the number one academy on the continent, they had the confidence and the strength.

Thus, Wang Heng brought up the matter to his wife and son at the morning dining table.

"Xiao Zhi, Dad once studied at Sea and Land Academy in Hailu City."

Wang Heng put down his chopsticks and looked at his son.

"Of course, Sea and Land Academy is an Intermediate Academy, and the enrollment age is nine."

"So you will need to attend the Primary Academy in Hailu City for the first three years."

"What are your thoughts?"

Wang Zhi's Heart was slightly stunned.

Sea and Land Academy?

He had seen this academy in the original work when he was reading it in his previous life.

There was a pair of Zhou Sisters inside who could unleash a powerful Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Ice and Snow Forest.

That move was astonishingly powerful, even severely injuring Tang Wulin on the spot.

If not for the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena secretly assisting with her own power.

Perhaps, Tang Wulin was about to type GG.

And now, Father was actually going to send him to school there?

He thought quickly in his mind.

Hailu City was a coastal city, under the jurisdiction of the Tianhai Alliance, and very far from Shrek City.

But the educational resources there were considered good in the entire East Sea Region, at least better than going to those small cities.

Moreover, entering Hailu Academy in three years meant he could come into contact with a broader world.

After careful consideration, Wang Zhi also gave his answer.

"Dad, I'll go."

Wang Heng nodded and was about to say something when he was interrupted by an urgent voice.

"Heng Ge, Zhi'er is only six years old!"

"How can he go to school so far away by himself!"

Ling Lin put down her chopsticks, her eyes turning slightly red, her face full of worry. Looking at her son's tender face, she couldn't bear to let him go.

Wang Heng was also helpless. He reached out and held his wife's hand, explaining softly.

"Lin'er, I can't help it."

"Zhi'er can't get into Shrek Academy, so he naturally has to go to school elsewhere."

"But don't worry, I've already made contact."

"I have an old classmate from my time at Hailu Academy, and he is now a teacher at Hailu Academy. He will help take care of Zhi'er then."

"But..."

Ling Lin was still worried, wanting to say more but stopping herself.

A six-year-old child, going to such a distant city alone, how could she, as a mother, not worry?

But at this moment, Wang Zhi spoke.

"Mom, don't worry."

"I can do it alone."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a calmness that was inconsistent with his age.

Hearing this, Ling Lin looked at her son's determined eyes, finally sighed, and stopped trying to persuade him.

She knew her eldest son's personality; he had been opinionated since childhood and acted with composure. Once he made up his mind, not even nine oxen could drag him back.

Three years later.

Hailu City, Primary Academy.

Time flowed like water, quietly passing by.

Three years ago, Wang Zhiyi's family came to Hailu City with their parents and completed the enrollment procedures.

During these three years, he studied diligently at this primary academy, cultivating his Soul Power step by step.

Unlike other children his age, he never slacked off or became impatient.

He completed his academy homework on time every day and continued meditating and cultivating after returning home in the evening.

In three years, his Soul Power steadily increased, finally reaching level ten.

This was an important threshold.

Level ten Soul Power meant he could obtain his first Soul Spirit, condense his first Soul Ring, and officially become a One-Ring Soul Master.

And on this very day, Wang Heng traveled all the way from Shrek City.

The Spirit Transmitter Tower in Hailu City was one of the Spirit Transmitter Towers second only to the one in Tianhai City in the entire East Sea Region, and it could provide high-quality Soul Spirit services.

And tomorrow was the day to go to the Spirit Transmitter Tower.

Night.

Wang Zhi lay on his dormitory bed, his eyes closed, but he did not fall asleep immediately.

He was going to obtain a Soul Spirit tomorrow.

But until now, he knew very little about his Martial Soul.

Over the past three years, he had tried countless times to communicate with those ten Blank Masks, but there had been no progress.

They were like ordinary Tool Martial Souls, floating, retracting, and that was all.

But was it really an ordinary Martial Soul?

He didn't believe it.

Sleepiness gradually crept in.

In a daze, Wang Zhi once again fell into a dream.

It was still that world.

That magnificent world formed by the Shadow Law.

But this time, he saw it more clearly.

In the endless dark space, countless black humanoid creatures shuttled, leaped, and trained within it.

They wore uniform attire.

Black tight-fitting clothes, masks covering their faces, revealing only their eyes, with warrior blades slung diagonally across their backs.

That attire...

That appearance...

Wang Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw countless ninjas...

Within this world!