Who Could Resist the Thunder God? Han Tianyi's Illusion Trial!

Bai Yuan shook his head and swayed, gesturing through sword moves with his hand while humming a song that was completely out of tune:

"Damn it, I instantly fell in love—with—the—Thunder—God—!"

At the climax, he suddenly slashed with his sword, his voice shooting upward:

"Watchin' it burn—"

"Ahhhhhhh—"

That "ahhhhhhh" stretched long and shrill, bouncing back and forth through the empty Training Ground. Its echo lingered for a long time.

Bai Yuan remained completely unaware, continuing to hum as he swung his sword, happily carrying out his basic training.

He had no idea that Leng Yaozhu had been standing at the entrance to the Training Ground for quite some time.

Her arms crossed over her chest, she watched the dancing, self-absorbed figure inside without expression. Her eyes practically spelled out several words.

Who am I, and where am I?

What... was this child doing?

Had he gone insane?

Leng Yaozhu took a deep breath. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she could not help coughing.

"Ahem."

No response.

Bai Yuan was still over there singing, "Watchin' it burn!!!"

His voice grew louder and louder, and he became increasingly absorbed, completely immersed in his own world.

Leng Yaozhu's eyelid twitched.

"Ahem!!!"

This time, she added Soul Power. Her voice exploded through the Training Ground like muffled thunder, making even the air tremble.

Bai Yuan's body stiffened, and he whipped his head around.

When he saw Leng Yaozhu standing at the door, his pupils contracted.

The next second, he swiftly sheathed his sword, straightened his back, and put on an expressionless face with an upright gaze. The entire sequence flowed in one smooth motion.

As if the person flailing about just moments ago had nothing whatsoever to do with him.

"Teacher," he asked with utmost seriousness, "what is it?"

Leng Yaozhu: "...What were you doing just now?"

"Training."

Bai Yuan's expression did not change.

"Very serious training."

Leng Yaozhu stared at him for three seconds, then ultimately decided not to pursue the matter.

Forget it. He was still young. Even if he had gone crazy, he could be cured.

"I need to make a trip to the East Sea."

She withdrew her gaze, her tone returning to its usual efficiency.

"Go attend Elder Han's lesson today first, understand?"

The East Sea? Could it be?

No, the timeline did not match up!

Bai Yuan's eyes lit up. "Understood!"

Leng Yaozhu noticed the anticipation in his eyes and gave a slight nod before adding, "Learn more from him. You definitely won't go wrong."

Bai Yuan nodded repeatedly, about to agree, when Leng Yaozhu's tone shifted and became somewhat solemn:

"Han Tianyi is a rank 98 Super Douluo, and his Martial Soul is the brain.

He is the foremost authority on spiritual cultivation in the Spirit Pagoda, and his spiritual power surpasses that of most Limit Douluos.

You heard correctly. It surpasses those rank 99 Limit Douluos."

Bai Yuan was shaken.

Spiritual power surpassing a Limit Douluo—he was another freakish powerhouse.

Leng Yaozhu continued, "He is a Four-Word Battle Armor Master and a ninth-rank Mecha repairman.

With those titles alone, there are only a handful of people like him on the entire continent.

Back then, Qiangu Dongfeng took him to Shrek Academy for a match.

He defeated Shrek Academy's inner court vice dean, Ocarina Douluo Tang Yinmeng, head-on."

The vice dean of Shrek Academy's inner court was one of the tiny handful standing at the very pinnacle of the continent.

For Han Tianyi to win meant that the old man was not merely absurdly powerful spiritually—his combat ability was just as formidable.

"So learn from him," Leng Yaozhu said, looking at him. "At least when it comes to spiritual power, I won't have found you the wrong teacher."

"And I'll reveal one more piece of information to you."

"What is it, Teacher?"

"He used to belong to the Body Sect. Although you don't possess a body Martial Soul, some of their methods will absolutely be useful to you."

If she had not mentioned it, Bai Yuan would have nearly forgotten. Thinking back on it,

Han Tianyi had once been one of the upper echelons of the Body Sect in this era, before joining the Spirit Pagoda for certain reasons.

Bai Yuan took a deep breath and nodded seriously. "Understood. Rest assured, Teacher. I will learn properly from Elder Han."

Leng Yaozhu glanced at him, said nothing further, and turned toward the door.

After taking two steps, she stopped and tossed out a final remark without looking back: "Don't sing while training."

Bai Yuan: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately obediently closed it.

Only after Leng Yaozhu's figure had completely vanished around the end of the corridor did he mutter quietly, "I sing pretty well..."

The elevator doors opened, and Bai Yuan stepped onto the seventy-eighth floor.

Illusion Space remained dreamlike and surreal, with fluorescent light flowing and shifting shadows dancing.

He looked around but did not see Han Tianyi.

The white-haired old man was not in yesterday's spot. The entire space was empty, save for the silently breathing currents of light and shadow.

"Elder Han?" Bai Yuan called tentatively.

His voice echoed through the empty space, but there was no reply.

"Elder Han, I have come to visit again today.

My teacher told me to come here and learn from you—"

Before he could finish,

"Oh?"

A voice came from behind him, ancient and carrying a trace of amusement.

Bai Yuan spun around, but no one was there.

"I never agreed to that girl's request to—"

The voice fell from above.

Bai Yuan looked up.

A phantom sat cross-legged in midair, white hair drifting around him as he looked down at Bai Yuan.

"Teach you."

Before the words faded, the phantom vanished.

The next second, another Han Tianyi appeared to the left, tilting his head as he looked at him;

another emerged on the right, sitting with one leg crossed and swinging it;

two more stood behind him, whispering to one another and occasionally shooting him appraising looks.

Five or six Han Tianyis surrounded Bai Yuan from different directions and angles.

Some hung upside down from the ceiling, some had half their bodies embedded in the ground, and some simply floated three feet before him, their noses nearly pressed against his face.

Bai Yuan: "..."

He took a deep breath. He neither retreated nor panicked, merely giving a slight bow, his tone respectful but neither servile nor overbearing:

"Elder Han, please test me. Anything is fine."

All the illusions vanished at once.

Only one Han Tianyi remained, sitting steadily three meters in front of him as though he had never moved.

Those bright eyes fixed on Bai Yuan, and a trace of satisfaction flashed through them.

"Fine. You said it yourself."

He swept out a hand.

Bai Yuan felt his vision blur and the ground vanish beneath his feet.

The surrounding Illusion Space seemed to be ripped apart down the middle. Fluorescent light burst apart, and shadows reversed.

An irresistible force swept him in whole.

By the time he regained his senses, he was no longer in the corridor.

Beneath his feet lay dark-red earth, cracked and scorching hot. Dark-red light seeped from the fissures, as though the land itself were bleeding.

The sky overhead was terrifyingly gloomy, with heavy clouds hanging low. There was no sun and no stars.

Only an oppressive gray-black expanse that made it hard to breathe.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

In the distance, countless figures could vaguely be seen slaughtering one another, roaring, and falling.

The clashes of weapons, explosions of soul skills, screams, and furious shouts melded into a deafening wave of sound that crashed toward him.

Bai Yuan's pupils narrowed slightly.

A battlefield of Asura.

This was not an illusion—no, it was an illusion, but one terrifyingly real.

He could feel the heat of the earth beneath his feet, smell the blood in the air, and hear the sounds of slaughter exploding against his eardrums.

Han Tianyi's voice came from the depths of the sky, unhurried and calm:

"The trial begins.

Survive, and you will pass the first stage."