"Yes, it does contain Suanni Bloodline."
A cold, quiet female voice appeared in Sea of Consciousness of Long Zhanye without warning!
Long Zhanye was shocked, and instantly entered his own Sea of Consciousness.
I saw that above the originally calm Sea of Consciousness, a thick black shadow as thick as ink was violently tumbling, quickly condensing and taking shape.
It was an illusory figure a hundred meters high, towering majestically.
Her face was blurry and shrouded in shadow, but her "long hair" was clearly visible--
But those were not hairs, but countless twisting and dancing dark giant snakes, hissing and spitting out messages, with stern eyes.
Her eyes were two deep dark red whirlpools, as if they could swallow up all light.
The moment Long Zhanye's "eyesight" came into contact with it.
He just felt as if the entire spiritual world was being dragged into a bloody abyss, cold and dead, but with hidden violence.
This person is completely beyond Long Zhanye's imagination of a "god". He is ferocious, strange, and intimidating.
Suppressing the trembling deep in his soul, Long Zhanye saluted respectfully towards the huge figure.
He tried his best to keep his voice steady. "Senior... you are still here?"
"I've always been here, and I've never left." The female voice had no waves, but it carried a chill.
Long Zhanye quickly clasped his fists again and bowed deeply. "Boy Long Zhanye, I would like to thank my senior for the gift he gave me earlier."
He hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the biggest doubt in his heart, "Senior, may I ask, which god is this?"
"Hahaha--!"
The figure laughed, and the laughter echoed in Sea of Consciousness.
But there was no warmth at all, only endless coldness and desolation, as if countless dead souls were wailing at the same time.
Her laughter gradually stopped, and the cold voice sounded, "I am God of Evil..."
"Third-Class Deity--God of Sin, Medusa."
"What you see now is just a wisp of me drifting from the Douluo Continent to Divine Sense, just to find the right person to inherit my mantle."
"Third-Class Deity...Medusa..." Long Zhanye thought silently in his heart.
He calmed down and said, "Senior has appeared in front of the boy Sea of Consciousness."
"You must have selected this boy as one of the inheritors?"
"Otherwise, why would senior Divine Sense come here alone in the vast sea of people?"
"You only got half of the answer right." Medusa's Divine Sense's voice was still cold.
"Although I, God of Sin, am ranked Third-Class Deity, the requirements for inheritance are extremely stringent."
"Therefore, my method is to spread opportunities widely and select the best ones. You are just one of the thousands of 'seeds' I have spread."
"For every seed, I will give you an initial creation to help it get started."
"As for whether you can make it to the end, go through many trials, and truly inherit God Position..."
"It all depends on your own destiny, character and strength."
So that's it.
Long Zhanye suddenly solved most of the doubts in his mind.
He has always wondered where his Fifth Soul Ring, which has unknown origins but perfectly matched attributes, came from.
At this moment it finally became clear--
That is the "God-Bestowed Soul Ring" bestowed by the God of Sin in front of me, and it is also one of the "opportunities" sown by her.
After thinking about this section, Long Zhanye's attitude became more respectful.
Regardless of whether this opportunity is a blessing or a curse, regardless of whether God Position can be obtained in the end, the favor of God-Bestowed Soul Ring is real.
He bowed to the huge shadow again and said sincerely:
"Senior has condescended to live in this small ocean like this kid and granted me an opportunity."
"No matter what the final result of the inheritance is, I will continue to cultivate diligently and live up to this opportunity."
"The road ahead is long, but I still look forward to my seniors..."
"Don't hesitate to give advice."
After the words fell, there was silence in Sea of Consciousness.
The terrifying shadow that was a hundred meters high took a deep look at Long Zhanye and said nothing more.
The next moment.
Her figure began to slowly dissipate and turned into a hazy black mist again.
Floating in the ethereal sky above Long Zhanye Sea of Consciousness, suspended quietly.
It seems as if he has fallen into a deep sleep, and he seems to be observing silently.
Long Zhanye's consciousness returned to reality, he opened his eyes, and the sky was bright outside the window.
Only seen.
Tang San came closer, rubbed his palm affectionately with his huge head, and his aura became more powerful than ever.
He patted Tang San's head gently and looked out the window.
Three days later.
Long Zhanye has set foot on the land of the Sun Moon Empire.
The air seems to be different from the Heaven Dou Empire. It lacks the freshness of vegetation, but it is faintly buzzing with some high-frequency energy.
His goal is clear-Ming Capital.
There is the heart of Sun Moon soul guidance civilization, where the country's top Soul Engineer and the most cutting-edge technology gather together.
As soon as he stepped into the important border town, the scene in front of him gave him an unprecedented impact.
Is this still the city he knows? As far as the eye can see, there are metal and spar buildings rising from the ground.
The streets have sharp edges and corners, are wide and flat, and are not paved with stone slabs, but some kind of dark gray solid material.
There are no carriages on the road, instead there are various soul-guiding vehicles with strange shapes, shuttling softly and quickly.
What makes people look up even more is the streaks of light streaking across Flight Soul Guidance Device from time to time, like a flock of migrating mechanical birds.
It's prosperous and efficient, but it has a sense of alienation and precision that doesn't allow closeness.
Compared with the Heaven Dou Empire, where he was born and grew up, this place seems to be a future world that has jumped a hundred years ago.
Long Zhanye took a deep breath to suppress the shock and sense of alienation in his heart.
He calmed down and blended into the endless but indifferent crowd.
His eyes keenly scanned the flashing soul guidance screen advertisements on both sides of the street, and glanced at the information boards where announcements were posted.
Trying to capture information about high-level Soul Engineer, soul guide workshops or special material transactions.
Soul Tool Technology, this Sun Moon Empire is proud of mainland China's capital.
It has a fatal attraction for him, it is a new and powerful power system.
But at this moment, his top priority is to find someone who can repair the coffin.
However, the next two days of searching gave him his first taste of being turned away.
Ming Capital is so big and has so many soul guidance mechanisms that it is beyond imagination.
But whether it was Soul Engineer Academy or those high-end workshops with emblems, he, an outsider, was ruthlessly blocked at the first threshold.
He quickly learned that Sun Moon Empire were all formal soul education or research institutions that had access to core technologies.
They have an iron rule for recruiting students or assistants: they must have a recommendation letter signed by Soul Engineer certified by the Sun Moon Empire or above.
This regulation seems to be a threshold, but in fact it is a strict barrier.
It may miss individual geniuses who have no roots and no roots, but its purpose is self-evident--
Prevent core Soul Tool Technology from leaking out to the greatest extent, and ensure that everyone who enters the system has a clear origin.
In this way, Sun Moon Empire maintains its absolute advantage and security in the field of soul guidance.
Long Zhanye is alone, where can I get such a letter of recommendation?
He tried to bypass the academy and go directly to find the famous Soul Engineer.
He even plucked up the courage to ask the imperial soldiers patrolling the streets wearing the uniform Soul Tool Armor.
The result, without exception, was polite rejection, or unabashed scrutiny and indifference.
"Sorry, the private workshop does not accept visitors without an appointment."
"Recommendation letters? No need to discuss them."
"Are you a Heavenly Soul Empire person? Repairing things? Go to the business district and try to find those civilian workshops. Grandmaster people are very busy."
The soldier's eyes were more alert, and he put his hand on Soul Tool on his waist. "Please show your entry documents, foreigner."
"Looking for high-end Soul Engineer? It is recommended that you apply through formal channels."
Running into walls again and again made Long Zhanye clearly feel the invisible barrier.
Sun Moon Empire's relationship with the other three empires is indeed as brother said, subtle and rigid.
This chill in upper-level politics has already penetrated into the people.
For strangers from "foreign countries", especially foreigners who may touch sensitive technologies.
Ordinary Sun Moon Empire Soul Engineer and the public maintain a natural wariness and alienation. Help?
Even if it is a little effort, it becomes a luxury in the absence of trust and connection.
Night Veil comes again, Ming Capital lights are brilliant, and the soul-guided neon lights illuminate the sky like daylight.
Long Zhanye stood beside a secluded street, looking at the rotating soul guidance light on the top of a tall tower in the distance, frowning.
Tang San squatted quietly at his feet, seeming to feel his master's irritability, and purred low in his throat.
There is still no place to stay, and the future of repairing the coffin is even more bleak.
In this technologically advanced but indifferent Steel City, how should he open up the situation?