"I never would've guessed, little friend. Once you've recovered, you look like this? Your current appearance isn't merely unlike that monstrous form from before—it has nothing to do with it at all."
Electrolux had a pair of lifeless silver-gray eyes. His long gray-white hair fell behind him, while a faint golden glow shimmered in the strands over his forehead. His face was ancient, and his tall frame was wrapped in a black robe.
He looked Mo Yuan up and down, clicking his tongue in amazement at the latter's gentle, refined demeanor.
"Senior, you may not know this, but our world is called the Douluo Continent. When people turn six, they awaken their own Martial Souls."
"The strength of a Martial Soul determines how far a person can go in life."
"So that's your Martial Soul?"
Electrolux pointed toward the distant Black Snowy Mountain, his eyes filled with apprehension.
There, a beautiful yet terrifying giant black dragon stood atop the summit. Its enormous black wings, which blotted out the sky and were hung with countless skulls, spread wide without restraint. Its dazzling Golden Eyes were like two radiant suns suspended in the heavens.
"No. To be precise, my Martial Soul is its blood."
After explaining, Mo Yuan brought the conversation back to the subject at hand.
"Because a certain group of Soul Masters committed terrible crimes over the past ten thousand years, in this era, anyone whose Martial Soul has a problem or possesses evil attributes gets branded as an Evil Soul Master."
"Once branded an Evil Soul Master, they'll be hunted down by every normal Soul Master. Even a dog by the roadside will bark at them."
"Then are you an Evil Soul Master, little friend?" Electrolux suddenly asked.
"By the standards used on the continent today, I am," Mo Yuan replied without hesitation.
"But by the original standards for Evil Soul Masters—whether someone uses evil methods to grow stronger and then wreaks havoc—I'm not."
Electrolux gazed at Mo Yuan's sincere expression and fell silent. He had seen Nidhogg and Mo Yuan in his blood-rage state; it was hard for him to believe that Mo Yuan was a good person.
And yet Mo Yuan's tone and expression as he'd said those words had been utterly sincere. He didn't seem to be pretending.
Electrolux was torn. Though he had once been the fearsome Holy Necromancer, before that, he had been the Child of Light!
He had fallen into darkness because of hatred, but in the final moments, he had returned to the light. Deep in his heart, the purest nature of the Child of Light had never left him.
Now, though he should have been dead, a wisp of his divine consciousness had unexpectedly come to this Different World and fused with Mo Yuan. If Mo Yuan was good at heart, he would teach him everything he knew and pass it all on.
But if Mo Yuan was an Evil Soul Master, a villain who would stop at nothing, then even if he had to vanish from the world, he would never give his power to one! He wouldn't let countless lives perish because of him.
Mo Yuan noticed every subtle change in Electrolux's expression. Knowing what kind of person Electrolux was, he could more or less guess what was going through his mind.
In Mo Yuan's eyes, Electrolux was arguably the most important figure in the entire Douluo II Era. His influence would shape the world for more than ten thousand years to come.
Even setting that aside, Electrolux's terrifying strength alone made him many times more important than Sky Dream Ice Silkworm in Mo Yuan's eyes.
In terms of both character and power, Mo Yuan truly wanted to become one with Electrolux.
Since he'd guessed what Electrolux was thinking, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
Mo Yuan slowly sat down against a tombstone behind him, then turned toward Electrolux, who had remained silent beside him.
"Senior, I'll be honest with you. I'm from another world too, just like you. I came to the Douluo Continent from somewhere else."
At that, Electrolux raised his brows sharply, clear astonishment showing in his eyes.
But before Electrolux could say anything, Mo Yuan continued.
"Unlike you, Senior, who retained a Remnant Soul through your immense power, in our world, everyone was an ordinary mortal. We had nothing beyond technology."
"I died by accident, then was reincarnated here with my memories intact."
Electrolux suddenly grew interested. They were both visitors from other worlds who had arrived here by chance.
That gave them something in common, and stirred the joy of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land. He drifted over beside Mo Yuan.
"Would you tell me about your world?"
"I was planning to tell you anyway, Senior." Memories rose in Mo Yuan's deep, dark eyes.
"It was a wonderful world. There was no supernatural power like there is on the Douluo Continent. Everyone was an ordinary mortal, but through the wisdom and hard work of countless people, we created highly advanced technology..."
"We could use airplanes to let anyone fly through the sky. We could use submarines to reach depths of a thousand meters. With firearms, we could dominate the world and rise to the top of the food chain..."
As Mo Yuan told him about everything on Blue Star, Electrolux grew more and more engrossed. Before then, he had never imagined what ordinary mortals like Mo Yuan and the people of his world could achieve through thought alone, without supernatural powers to guide them: knowledge that seemed to contain the very truths of the universe, or tools so ingenious they seemed almost magical.
He was especially astonished when Mo Yuan mentioned a weapon called a 'Nuclear Bomb.'
A weapon like that, a divine weapon that could be mass-produced, had immense power, and could spread over a wide area—ordinary mortals had made it by hand.
It was simply absurd...
Noticing Electrolux's astonishment, Mo Yuan couldn't help feeling secretly pleased. Supernatural power was impressive, but physics was no slouch either.
"Little friend, you've told me so much about Blue Star. Could you tell me about the country you lived in?"
At that, Mo Yuan raised an eyebrow. He couldn't just talk about that subject carelessly. It could draw the wrath of the Heavenly Dao...
But Electrolux's question also sent Mo Yuan into a contemplative recollection of the past, as he thought back to that wonderful world.
In a proud voice, Mo Yuan began, "It was a truly peaceful society. Children could play freely in the park, and the elderly could gather there to play chess. The old were cared for, the young were nurtured, weapons were put away, and the horses were sent to pasture."
"Perhaps those words can't quite describe how wonderful it really was, but I think there's one example that can truly capture the beauty of that society."
By then, Electrolux was completely captivated. The world Mo Yuan had described already sounded wonderful, but Mo Yuan still thought that wasn't enough.
He wanted to know what words Mo Yuan would use next to describe its beauty.
"In ancient times, that society, like the Douluo Continent today, had empires and nobles. Ordinary people had to address the emperor as 'Long live, Your Majesty.'"
"Senior, do you know who we say 'Long live' to now?"
"Who?"
"The people. Long live the people."
A glimmer of light appeared in Mo Yuan's eyes, as if he were remembering something—or perhaps someone.