The Theory of Fortune?

"Soul Masters reach Soul Saint, and they encounter an impassable chasm. No matter how monstrous your talent is, you'll never cross it. Die!"

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul Avatar!"

Zhao Wuji's power had exceeded Qin Chuan's expectations. The terrifying strength coursing through him was as extraordinary as that of a Ferocious Beast.

Even more oppressive was the fact that his opponent was an experienced veteran, with a ruthless, seasoned hand.

But at the same time, Qin Chuan had gained what he wanted. Clashing head-on with a Soul Saint had let him witness the top experts of this world.

To be honest, this Soul Saint was powerful.

But compared to Earth Star, he was far too weak.

After all, Qin Chuan was only a cultivator of the First Realm, and he hadn't even fully mastered that realm.

Yet he could still contend with this world's top experts. That showed just how low this world's level of martial prowess was.

The only problem was that Soul Saints weren't the strongest on Douluo Continent. Above them were Soul Douluos, Titled Douluos, and even the legends of hundredth-level gods.

For a moment, Qin Chuan wasn't sure whether he should plant the World Seed in this world. If the World Seed were lost, the blow to him would be devastating.

A dazzling meteor appeared once more, its divine light blinding. It shone like a true sun, making the hearts of the Shrek party rise involuntarily.

Yet nobody noticed Tang San, standing at the very back, give a sinister smile as he raised the Hidden Weapon in his hand.

Boom!

A golden bear Martial Soul Avatar appeared, roaring as it leaped into the sky and collided with the meteor.

In an instant, flames blazed across the heavens and a massive mushroom cloud rose, engulfing the entire meadow. Everything it touched was reduced to ashes.

Nobody knew how much time passed.

Smoke rolled into the sky, and searing heat spread everywhere. A figure staggered out of it, clothes in tatters, coughing violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

It was Zhao Wuji. Unbelievable—he'd actually been wounded by a junior! Though the wound wasn't serious, he had truly bled, and his hair had been scorched.

He swept his gaze around. A gigantic crater had appeared in the ground, all of it charred black, but Qin Chuan was nowhere to be seen.

He jolted and abruptly turned toward the place where the Man Faced Demon Spider had been. It was empty, with only a few scattered rocks left behind.

"You damned brat!"

Zhao Wuji's voice, seething with fury, rang out across the sky from the devastated meadow, deafening everyone.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

In a lush forest, Qin Chuan braced himself against an old tree and gasped for breath. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his insides churned violently. He had been injured.

The Soul Saint's power had been unexpected, yet also only natural. It was all because he was unfamiliar with the strong cultivators of this world.

Still, at least now he had a rough idea of their strength.

"And you, too. Just you wait. I'll repay everything from today many times over!"

Qin Chuan looked at the Hidden Weapon in his hand. It was as black as ink, and the poison smeared across it was terrifying. If he hadn't been on guard, he might really have been in danger this time.

For now, though, he had to put off planting the World Seed. He would have to wait until he was invincible in this world before planting it.

Or perhaps he could use the Random Teleportation Talisman in his system inventory and try his luck again.

In any case, the system had already locked onto this world's coordinates. Once he planted the World Seed—that is, his Dao Seed for the Sixth Realm—he would be able to travel between the two worlds at will.

Besides, the Transmigration Talisman wasn't just for finding a suitable time. At a critical moment, it could also serve as one of his life-saving talismans!

"I'm afraid you won't get that chance."

"Who?"

Qin Chuan was startled and hurriedly looked around. In the lonely forest, slivers of brilliant golden light filtered through the gaps in the lush branches. Yet they brought him not the slightest warmth.

He abruptly looked up.

A disheveled middle-aged man with a bird's-nest head of hair came into view.

The man was a mess, with hair puffed up like a bird's nest and a scraggly beard. He looked like a vagrant.

But Qin Chuan's pupils contracted, and a chill ran down his back. When had this man appeared? He hadn't sensed him at all.

"Little San is still too softhearted. He doesn't understand that you have to pull up the roots when you cut the grass. If he keeps that up, the road ahead will be difficult for him."

Softhearted?

Qin Chuan was a little bewildered, but he did figure out that this man seemed connected to that hypocrite named Tang San. He must have come to kill him.

Once he understood, Qin Chuan didn't hold back. He sneered, "That hypocrite made it to this age thanks to all of you, I see. You must watch over him every day, afraid some powerful person he's offended will slap him to death."

Given how strong those people were earlier, if Qin Chuan hadn't held back, they wouldn't have lasted three minutes.

They wouldn't have had to wait for that Soul Saint to save them; they'd already be dead.

Knowing what he knew now, he should have gone for the kill. Why had he bothered with manners and decorum?

The middle-aged man faltered. "Sharp-tongued, aren't you? But that won't change your fate!"

Dense black light burst forth, releasing an endless, terrifying aura. Qin Chuan felt as if a Ferocious Beast had fixed its gaze on him, freezing him to the bone.

"Nine rings—a Titled Douluo!"

Nine dazzling Soul Rings encircled the middle-aged man. Qin Chuan's heart lurched, but he hurriedly steadied himself.

If that old man yesterday had been right, Titled Douluos were the strongest in this world!

He had just been wondering how powerful this world's strongest Titled Douluos were, and now one had come looking for him.

Was he lucky, or unlucky?

"Talk about rotten luck. I just got here, and already I've run into someone like this." Qin Chuan's expression grew grave. In his battle with that Soul Saint, he had already used both of the ancient arts he knew—twice.

Especially in that last clash, he had gone all out and met force with force, leaving himself badly injured. But now that he was facing such a formidable enemy, he couldn't afford to worry about that.

He leaped suddenly, brilliant beams of light bursting from his body. He held nothing back as he threw a punch, six thousand jin of divine strength erupting like mountains and seas.

Titled Douluos had always been the stuff of legend in this world.

Even though Qin Chuan had only just arrived, he had already learned quite a bit about these powerful cultivators. Now, he didn't dare let his guard down.

"Interesting!"

The middle-aged man floated motionlessly in the air, his terrifying aura reaching from heaven to earth. Like a colossal deity, he rushed toward Qin Chuan's fist, then struck him flying with a single blow.

Wind howled past his ears as Qin Chuan plummeted toward the ground like a cannonball, raising a cloud of dust.

The power of a Titled Douluo was beyond imagination. His mastery of Soul Power was far more refined than the Soul Saint's. The two were on entirely different levels, as far apart as heaven and earth.

Qin Chuan's white clothes were stained with blood. His breathing was ragged, his aura terribly unstable, but he climbed out of the crater without giving up, still searching for an opening.

No matter how powerful a Titled Douluo was, he couldn't be without weaknesses. The paths cultivated by the practitioners of this world were especially full of flaws.

A Soul Master's combat talent depended not only on their level, but also on the quality of their Martial Soul and their assigned attribute systems, such as the Power Attack System, agility attack, and support.