Above the Sky Screen, Yu Xiaogang stood in Pope Palace. He was still thin, yet he stood remarkably steady. He looked Bibi Dong straight in the eye. His voice was not loud, but every word struck the hall like a hammer.
"Your Holiness the Pope, the Creation Institute has been shut away for a year. We have tried every viable direction. If this continues, all we will do is wear down people's resolve. The matter of Soul Rings is not merely a theoretical problem. Without practical verification, scholars working through deductions alone will forever go in circles on paper."
Bibi Dong watched him without interrupting.
"I need an exchange conference. Invite every Titled Douluo on the continent, the heads of every major sect, the deans of every academy—anyone with expertise in cultivation. Let everyone speak and debate together. Put everything they have figured out over their lifetimes on the table."
Yu Xiaogang said, "What the Creation Institute lacks is not intelligent people, but the genuine insights of those standing at the peak. A Titled Douluo's understanding of Soul Rings is more useful than a hundred ancient texts."
Outside the Sky Screen, many Soul Masters had already dropped their jaws.
"Has he gone mad? He wants to gather all the continent's experts just for a meeting?" In a tavern in Heaven Dou City, a mercenary Soul Master slapped the table. "What kind of people are Titled Douluo? Does he think he can invite them just because he says so?"
"But he has a point. They are Titled Douluo—who understands Soul Rings better than they do?" someone beside him said.
"The question is, who would actually go? Those old geezers from the Upper Three Sects might not even give Spirit Hall any face, much less Yu Xiaogang."
"Relax. The Sky Screen hasn't