Only one year left.
There is only one year left to break through the millennium and become the real Thousand-Year Soul Spirit.
But that year, I got stuck.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at Soul Spirit in front of him, watching it almost completely transform into a dragon.
He knew that this was not the end.
These powers are just a trace of the overflow energy when God King Dragons gave him the inheritance.
Just a hint of excess.
Let him break through from level 21 to level 27.
Let his Soul Spirit increase from four hundred years to nine hundred and ninety-nine years.
The four rays of light gradually converged.
The eyes of the four God King Dragon statues slowly closed.
They returned to the shape of silent statues, as if everything just now was just an illusion.
But Zhong Shenxiu knows that it is not an illusion.
Those powers are still flowing in his body.
His Soul Power has reached level 27.
His Soul Spirit was slowly spinning in front of him, and the breath of nine hundred and ninety-nine years was slowly flowing on the body that was almost completely Dragon Transformation.
And--
He lowered his head and looked at his hands.
He could feel that there were four more powers in his body.
That was the power and inheritance given to him by the four God King Dragon.
East Sun King Dragon's Burning Heaven Holy Flame is integrated into his bones and blood, allowing him to set off flames as hot as the sun at any time.
Luo Sea God Dragon's Vast Sea Power blends into his Soul Power, making every strike he makes carry the power of the sea.
Overlord God Dragon's Indestructible Dragon Body blended into his body, making his body stronger.
Heavenly Mountain King Dragon's Clear Dragon Heart blended into his soul, making his perception more acute.
Four powers, four inheritances.
Zhong Shenxiu stood on the edge of the altar, looking at the statues that had fallen into silence again, and at the Dragon Fighting Card Box floating in front of him.
The lines on the card box are now clearly visible.
The pattern of Twelve Star Dragons forms a circle, connected end to end.
The blank space in the center seemed to be brewing something.
Zhong Shenxiu stretched out his hand and held the card box.
The moment he took it, he felt a strange connection.
That connection connects him to this space.
Connect him with those statues.
Connect him with--
this world.
The next day.
The early morning sunlight shines into the classroom through the windows, spreading a golden light spot on the smooth floor.
This is Class Zero's dedicated classroom.
It's said to be a classroom, but it's actually more like a small auditorium.
The area is three to four times that of an ordinary classroom. The blackboard is the latest soul guide Projection board, the tables and chairs are made of solid wood, and each desk is equipped with an independent soul guide lighting. There is also a row of bookshelves at the back of the classroom, filled with various Soul Tool and cultivation-related books.
But at this moment, there are only six people sitting in the classroom at Nottingham University.
Six people, divided into two groups.
On the side near the window, four desks are placed together.
Zhong Shenxiu was sitting in the seat closest to the window, with his back straight and his eyes fixed on the window. He didn't know what he was thinking. The sunlight fell on his angular profile, reflecting a little light in his light golden eyes.
Gu Yue was sitting next to him, with her long black hair hanging around her shoulders, and a book flipping through her hands. She occasionally turned her head, glanced at Zhong Shenxiu's profile, and quickly looked away.
Tang Wulin is sitting on the other side of Gu Yue. His sitting posture is very upright, but in his big eyes, he glances at Gu Yue and then at Zhong Shenxiu from time to time, with complicated expressions.
Xie Xie sat on the outermost side. He tilted his chair back, with two chair legs touching the ground, and his body swayed. His dark green eyes wandered around, looking at the overly spacious classroom, and muttered something in a low voice.
On the other side of the classroom, against the wall, three desks were placed there alone.
Wang Jinxi is sitting at the front.
He was tall, with a stern face, and his sitting posture was as straight as a javelin. But his eyes would glance at the four people on the other side of the classroom from time to time, with complex expressions in his eyes.
Be alert.
There is unwillingness.
There is some indescribable emotion.
Zhang Yangzi is sitting behind him.
He had a slender figure and a cold temperament. He leaned on the back of the chair, folded his hands on his chest, and lowered his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking. But judging from the corners of his mouth that occasionally twitched, it was obvious that he was not calm.
Six people.
Two camps.
There is a full distance of five or six meters in between.
That distance is like an invisible gap.
Wu Zhangkong stood on the podium.
She is dressed in white and has no expression on her face.
He looked at the six people below and the clear line between the two.
There was no emotion in those cold eyes.
But in his heart, he felt somewhat helpless.
He knew the struggles between these children.
Class Promotion Tournament In that battle, Zhong Shenxiu defeated Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi by himself. Gu Yue counter-controlled Ice Soul Bow of Du Zheng. Tang Wulin knocked over Wei Xiaofeng with one punch.
That battle was an honor for the four people at Class Five.
It is a shame for the four people at Class One.
Although now Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi have also entered Class Zero, let them sit together with Zhong Shenxiu and get along intimately -
It's too difficult.
Reluctance and grudge are normal.
Wu Zhangkong was silent for a moment.
Then he spoke.
"Starting today, you are the official students of Class Zero."
His voice was cold and without any fluctuation.
"Class Zero's courses are different from ordinary classes. There won't be a lot of theoretical classes, and there won't be step-by-step training guidance. What you can get here are only three things."
He paused.
"Resources. Actual combat. And--the right direction."
The eyes of the six people all fell on Wu Zhangkong.
"Let's talk about the first thing first."
Wu Zhangkong turned around and wrote two words on the blackboard.
Battle Armor.
Second Profession.
"You may or may not have heard of these two words. But after today, you must remember them."
His finger pointed at the words "Battle Armor".
"Battle Armor is one of the highest achievements pursued by Soul Master. A complete set of Battle Armor can increase Soul Master's strength several times. However, making Battle Armor requires extremely complex processes and materials, and requires Soul Master himself to have a sufficient understanding of himself and his own Martial Soul characteristics."
He paused.
"You are still far from the time to come into contact with Battle Armor. But starting from today, you need to understand it and prepare for the future."
His finger moved to "Second Profession".
"Second Profession is the path that every Soul Master who aspires to become a strong person must choose. Forging, designing, producing, repairing - choose a Second Profession that suits you, study it in depth and master it proficiently. This is not only to make money, but also to give you a deeper understanding of Soul Tool, Battle Armor, and the cultivation itself."
He turned around and glanced at the six people.
"I'll give you three days to choose your own Second Profession. After three days, I need to see your answers."
The classroom was quiet for a moment.
Xie Xie raise your hand.
"Teacher Wu."
Wu Zhangkong looked at him.
Xie Xie cleared his throat and asked, "Second Profession we probably understand, but what about Battle Armor? When can we start contacting Battle Armor?"
Wu Zhangkong looked at him.
There was no emotion in those cold eyes.