Ultimate Skill: Sincerity!

The voice paused for a moment, then sounded once more.

"You knew I was here the whole time?"

It was not an interrogation; the tone was flat, like an elderly person asking a casual question.

Dai Huabin remained silent in his spiritual sea for several seconds.

This was a delicate question.

Of course he knew.

That cluster of silvery-white light had transferred from the blade and taken up residence in a corner of his spiritual sea. For three months, every time he circulated his spiritual power, he could sense that faint, lingering presence.

But he had left it alone because the timing was not yet right.

Who was Electrolux?

With a divine consciousness that had persisted in fragments for hundreds of years, and with such depth of character and experience, thinking one could deceive him by hiding things was nothing more than wishful thinking.

Sincerity, at times, was more effective than any scheme.

"I knew," Dai Huabin replied, his tone calm. "Senior has been staying here for three months, and I have always been aware of it."

The halo of light rippled gently.

"You kept quiet and waited for three months just like that." There was something more in Electrolux's voice now, a hint of genuine interest. "Now that I have awakened, what is it you wish to say?"

Dai Huabin did not beat around the bush.

"Senior, I know who you are."

The halo paused.

He enunciated each word clearly, sending them out.

"Holy Demon Continent. Scourge of the Undead. Holy Necromancer—Electrolux."

This time, the silence in the spiritual sea lasted for a long while.

The silvery-white halo began to vibrate, its frequency increasing rapidly as it expanded outward.

Then, Electrolux spoke.

"How did you come to know these things?" The voice had changed; it was the tone of someone truly startled. "Based on my observations during this time, this place is definitely not the Holy Demon Continent."

"This is the Douluo Continent," Dai Huabin answered.

"Then you?"

"Senior, allow me to finish." Dai Huabin interrupted the unfinished question.

The halo fell silent.

Dai Huabin organized his thoughts, then slowly spoke those words.

He came from another world.

In that world, there were no soul masters, no martial soul rings, but there were countless records. Regarding the Douluo Continent, regarding the Holy Demon Continent, and regarding the final fate of Electrolux, he had read them all—he could even recite the details.

It was also due to some guidance of fate that he had arrived here, knowing in advance many things that he should not have known.

Regarding the part about Electrolux, he spoke with restraint, neither showing off nor deliberately poking at old wounds.

The Holy Necromancer, one of the most pinnacle existences of the Holy Demon Continent, whose fragment of divine consciousness had traversed time and space after death to arrive at the Douluo Continent.

That was all.

After Dai Huabin finished speaking, there was a long silence in the spiritual sea.

Then, Electrolux sighed.

That sigh was not one of disappointment, but the concession of someone whose heart had been completely laid bare, forcing them to acknowledge the truth.

"Shocking."

Electrolux spoke slowly.

"If anyone else had said these things, I would have thought they were spouting madness. But..."

He paused.

"The fact that I traversed time and space as a fragment of divine consciousness and landed in another world is, in itself, an absurdity to anyone. Since this has already happened, then what you say..."

He did not finish the sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

"Every detail you mentioned is correct," Electrolux said in a deep voice. "Especially those old affairs of the Holy Demon Continent; the number of people who could know them... can be counted on one hand."

"So, I did not lie."

"Hmm."

The spiritual sea was quiet for a while longer.

"You told me all this—what do you hope to gain?"

"I do not wish to gain anything," Dai Huabin replied calmly. "With Senior's experience, there is no point in trying to deceive you. It is better to be open and honest."

Electrolux let out a short, soft chuckle, a sound tinged with genuine amusement.

"Not old, but your mind works fast," he said. "So, what exactly are you after by coming here?"

"To change my destiny," Dai Huabin paused. "To protect the ones I love."

As he said this, he thought of Zhu Lu.

Just before he fainted, those hands had held a hot towel, wiping the sweat and dirt from his forehead, and had taken care of him ever since.

This sense of security was hard to describe, but it was real.

Electrolux didn't reply immediately.

There was a moment of silence.

Then, something different crept into his voice, not mockery, nor contemplation, but more like a deliberately suppressed emotion after being touched.

"The ones you love," Electrolux repeated the phrase. "You're still a youth, yet you speak so certainly."

"Speaking of certainties has nothing to do with age."

A brief silence.

Then Electrolux gave a "hmm," and something in his voice seemed to loosen.

"Since that is the case," Electrolux said, "this old man will grant you a great fortune."

Dai Huabin's heart stirred. He didn't urge him on, just waited.

The next moment, Electrolux's divine sense began to operate.

A silver-white halo slowly spread within his sea of consciousness, covering an area, carrying an ancient and precise power.

Dai Huabin felt his arm move.

It wasn't his own doing; Electrolux was using his residual divine sense, attached to Dai Huabin's body, to make him retrieve the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife from his Soul Tool.

Dai Huabin's consciousness was clear, but his body was not under his control.

But now, Electrolux's divine sense flowed from his palm, embedding itself deep into the blade.

The dark, sinister energy on the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife began to surge, twisting restlessly, resisting this cleansing power.

The resistance didn't last long.

Electrolux's divine sense peeled away the surging sinister energy strand by strand, completely dissipating it.

After the sinister energy vanished, something that had been suppressed for a long time within the blade began to awaken.

A warm, extremely pure life force seeped out from the blade.

Electrolux spoke within Dai Huabin's sea of consciousness, his voice deep and focused.

"Life Gold is the material of creation. This old man has purified the curse within it with his divine sense. Your sea of consciousness will become its best vessel."

As the words fell, a warm current flowed back into his body from his palm, coursing up his arm into his chest, and finally rushing straight into his sea of consciousness.

The moment the warm current touched his sea of consciousness, the center of Dai Huabin's brow vibrated violently.

Then came a burning sensation.

A long-sealed seed expanded from within, stretching, adapting. The process was far from comfortable; it was a dull ache of being forcibly enlarged.

"Don't resist, go with it," Electrolux said.

Dai Huabin suppressed the instinctive defense within his body.

The vibration in his brow slowly subsided.

A sense of clarity washed over him.

He could feel the flow of energy in the surrounding air; his perception was more than a level more precise than usual, and even the slightest fluctuations in his sea of consciousness became much clearer.

"This is..."

"The Eye of Life."

Electrolux said, "Opened in the brow by the Life Gold.

From now on, your sea of consciousness will be nearly indestructible, immune to external erosion."