Abyss Plane

Those brawny men who had been so menacing just moments ago.

How could they dare linger for even half a second longer?

In a frantic scramble, they threw down their banners, photos, and weapons.

Several of them rushed forward in panic, clumsily lifting the unconscious Guang Biao.

Then, without daring to look back, they fled the academy gates even faster than they had arrived, rolling and scrambling, shoving one another as they escaped in utter disarray, leaving behind only a mess and smoke that had yet to disperse.

Only then did the crowd seem to come back to life.

The Eastsea Academy students erupted in thunderous cheers and gasps of amazement. As they looked at the figure surrounded by seven-colored wings, with four black Soul Rings faintly appearing around him, their eyes were filled with unparalleled awe and shock.

Just then, several figures hurried out from inside the academy gates.

They were Tang Wulin and the other two who had rushed over.

Following behind them was a blue-haired teacher with a frosty expression and an aloof temperament—Wu Zhangkong!

Tang Wulin spotted the familiar figure in the field at once. His eyes instantly lit up as he shouted excitedly:

"Brother Chuan!!"

Gu Yue stood slightly farther back. As she looked at Wang Chuan, an exceedingly complicated glint flashed through the depths of her purple eyes.

Xie Xie looked completely bewildered. He looked at Wang Chuan, then at the crater on the ground and the fading dust cloud in the distance, scratching his head.

"What happened?"

"What's going on?"

When Wu Zhangkong saw the four Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings around Wang Chuan, his pupils contracted as well.

His first impression of Wang Chuan was:

Strong!

So strong that...

Even he felt a faint sense of pressure.

"Wulin."

Wang Chuan smiled as he looked at Tang Wulin running toward him.

"Brother Chuan, where did you go? Why were you gone for so long?"

Tang Wulin asked obediently.

Tang Wulin had noticed when Wang Chuan failed to return that night, and he had gone to ask Director Long Hengxu about it.

After learning from Long Hengxu that Wang Chuan had taken leave for a period of time, he had felt quite uneasy.

Even though he wanted to find Wang Chuan, he had no idea where Wang Chuan had gone. So, he could only remain at the academy and wait for his return.

"I went training with my master."

Wang Chuan answered casually.

He did not intend to tell the truth.

After all, these were all his secrets.

Tang Wulin nodded, just about to introduce his friends to Wang Chuan.

But then he saw Wang Chuan's gaze land on his homeroom teacher, Teacher Wu Zhangkong.

The aloof, godlike male teacher stood there with his sword in hand. His blue hair fluttered slightly, and his eyes resembled a frozen lake—calm on the surface, yet concealing scrutiny and curiosity beneath.

"Teacher Wu, I've heard much about you."

Wang Chuan took the initiative to speak, his tone gentle and polite, carrying the respect due to a teacher.

Wang Chuan knew quite a lot about Wu Zhangkong from the "plot." He knew that although Wu Zhangkong appeared cold and stern, his heart was passionate. He was exceptionally responsible toward his students and truly worthy of respect as a teacher.

Wu Zhangkong gave a slight nod in response.

The expression on his face remained as cold and stern as ever, maintaining his image as an "aloof male god."

Yet deep down, he had developed immense curiosity toward the boy before him.

A nine-year-old Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, with four Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, who had suppressed a Six-Ring Soul Emperor with a single strike...

Taken together, this profile could no longer be described simply as that of a "genius."

He wanted to know more—such as the boy's exact background, his master, and why he had appeared at Eastsea Academy.

Perhaps...

This was a promising seedling worth recommending to Shrek Academy.

In recent years, he had always carried a sense of guilt toward the academy in his heart. He had constantly wanted to scout out and send more outstanding talents there, to make up for that deeply buried regret.

When Director Long Hengxu arrived afterward and saw that Wang Chuan was safe and sound, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

This was a student personally entrusted to his care by Vice Tower Master Leng Yaozhu. Now that Wang Chuan had displayed such terrifying strength, Long Hengxu naturally did not dare show the slightest negligence.

After a brief conversation with Wang Chuan, Long Hengxu personally led him to First Grade Class One to register.

Wang Chuan had also happened to arrive just in time for the academy's annual Class Promotion Tournament.

The homeroom teacher of Class One, Ye Yingluo, was a beautiful woman with a forceful personality.

When she saw Wang Chuan, whom Director Long had personally brought over, and learned of his strength, her eyes immediately burst with delighted light.

She instantly thought of the ongoing Class Promotion Tournament.

If she could add this extraordinarily powerful student to the competition team and defeat that hateful Class Five, wouldn't she finally be able to vent her anger?!

After all, Wu Zhangkong had rejected her confession.

However, when Ye Yingluo enthusiastically suggested that Wang Chuan join the competition team, Wang Chuan politely but firmly declined.

"Teacher Ye, thank you for thinking so highly of me."

"However, the Class Promotion Tournament is a good opportunity for the students to show themselves and hone their teamwork. I've only just arrived and don't know everyone well yet. Joining rashly might instead disrupt their rhythm."

"And..."

Wang Chuan paused, his tone calm.

"Personally, I think sparring between classmates is about participation and growth. Winning or losing isn't the priority."

"I believe that with your guidance, Teacher Ye, Class One's current students will certainly achieve good results."

He had put it tactfully, but his meaning was clear.

It was just a group of children fighting...

Even if he won, there was nothing interesting about it.

He could not be bothered to get involved in such matters.

Though Ye Yingluo felt somewhat regretful and unwilling to accept it, Wang Chuan's attitude was resolute. Moreover, Long Hengxu subtly shook his head beside her, so she did not press the matter.

She was holding back a surge of determination in her heart.

Even without this mysterious Wang Chuan, Class One was no pushover!

Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi possessed a rare Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

Within Eastsea Academy's Junior Division, it was absolutely a trump card of the highest order.

With that ace in hand, she remained full of confidence. She was determined to make Wu Zhangkong and his Class Five pay!

Meanwhile, on the distant 108th Layer of the Abyss Plane.

This place was forever shrouded in dim, murky light.

The air was filled with the pungent stench of sulfur, blood, and rot. The earth was cracked, with searing streams of lava flowing through it, while jagged rocks rose like Demon fangs.

The strong devoured the weak, evolving through consumption.

That was the eternal law here.

Ever since he had shared the light and dark elemental power that Douluo Wang Chuan had gained control of through a stroke of misfortune, along with that powerful Mental Power carrying Chaos attributes, Abyss Wang Chuan's overall strength had undergone a qualitative leap.

His cultivation, which had originally reached the six-ring level through sharing, combined with these newly acquired powerful abilities.

His actual combat strength had already surpassed that of an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo.

The layer of the Abyss where he was located.

Was ruled by an "Abyssal Greater Demon King" whose cultivation had reached the level of a Title Douluo.

Under its command were exactly one hundred "Greater Demon Lords," whose cultivation ranged from Soul Saint to Soul Douluo.

Each lord ruled over a vast, barren territory, along with countless lower-ranking Abyssal Creatures within it.