Others might not have felt it so strongly, but as someone with a Phoenix-type Martial Soul, Ma Hongjun was extraordinarily sensitive to birds and beasts of that kind.
The Phoenix aura contained in just that piece of Golden-Winged Peng meat far surpassed his own and that of the avian Soul Beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest by an immeasurable margin.
And yet such a powerful creature had actually been treated as a snack...
With a wail, the fatty dropped the half-eaten chicken leg and burst into tears on the spot.
"That was a Golden-Winged Peng! A close relative of the Phoenix! How could it be just a snack in that world..."
"I... I'm not even as good as someone else's pet! Boss Dai, don't cry. I'll cry with you, boo-hoo-hoo!"
For a moment, an extremely dramatic scene unfolded on the grounds of Shrek Academy.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were hugging each other and weeping.
One had a Tiger Martial Soul, and the other had a Phoenix Martial Soul.
Yet in that mysterious Perfect World, one had become a pet, and the other a pet's snack.
At that moment, the pride of the Shrek Seven Devils—or rather, the dignity of every Soul Master with a White Tiger-, dragon-, or Phoenix-type Martial Soul—was trampled beneath someone's feet, then spat upon.
And the one responsible for all of this was the Immortal Lord Jiang Chen, who had never once shown his face.
Just what kind of terrifying existence was he?
Primordial Immortal Court, Spirit Beast Garden.
A breeze drifted through, bringing the dampness of Innate Spirit Mist with it and stirring the exotic flowers and plants throughout the garden.
Holding the priceless True Dragon tendon in her hands, Zhu Zhuqing carefully played with the Primordial White Tiger Cub, feeling her whole body tremble uncontrollably.
That was with most of the tendon's blood essence and energy already swallowed by the Little White Tiger, and with the Wet Nurse having intervened beforehand.
Otherwise, the tendon of that Primordial Flood Dragon alone would have made Zhu Zhuqing explode.
Now, as she watched the Divine Beast that had just shaken heaven and earth rolling around on the ground like a big cat, Zhu Zhuqing found herself unable to calm down for a long while.
"Phew..."
She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead. Her physical strength had soared after eating Spirit Crystal Rice, but moving about in the Immortal Court, where the spiritual pressure was terrifying, still left her feeling exhausted.
"Tired?"
The Wet Nurse sat on a bluestone nearby. As if she had sensed something, she held a cup of tea glowing with seven-colored light and asked casually.
"Yes, Wet Nurse."
Zhu Zhuqing didn't dare hide it. She hurriedly bowed respectfully, then seemed to remember something. Gritting her teeth, she spoke up:
"Zhuqing is bold enough to ask, Wet Nurse."
"How are the cultivation realms of this world divided?"
"Why do I feel that the Soul Power I've always been proud of can't even withstand the pressure in the air here?"
Zhu Zhuqing wasn't the only one who wanted to ask this.
It was also the question everyone on the Douluo Continent—and even the gods of the Divine Realm—most wanted answered.
Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated. They were desperate to learn just what level they ranked at in this High-Dimensional World!
So, once Zhu Zhuqing asked, everyone in the Douluo World held their breath and stared over, not daring to make a sound.
On the other side, after hearing Zhu Zhuqing's question, the Wet Nurse took a sip of tea before slowly setting down her cup. She gazed toward the boundless sea of clouds in the distance and explained in a faraway voice:
"Since you've become a candidate, there's no harm in telling you."
"The path of cultivation in this world begins with the body."
"The first realm is called the Blood Moving Realm."
"You must stir your entire body's blood essence until it surges like thunder, refine Bone Texts, and bring forth Divine Radiance from your blood, thereby tempering the body."
"An ordinary human prodigy or the child of a powerful tribe can reach fifty or sixty thousand jin of strength in one arm upon completing the Blood Moving Realm. Some can even reach seventy or eighty thousand jin."
"Those who can reach eighty or ninety thousand jin are already exceedingly rare, peerless prodigies. And those who reach the extreme in this realm possess a divine strength of one hundred and eight thousand jin with a single swing of their arm!"
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At those words, the Douluo onlookers, who had been quietly gathering intelligence, felt their scalps go numb. Their heads were buzzing.
"H-How much?!"
At Shrek Academy, Tang San had been about to drink some water. Watching the Wet Nurse speak on the live Light Screen, he fumbled his cup, and the tea spilled straight onto his crotch. He grimaced in pain.
"One hundred and eight thousand jin?!"
"With one arm?!"
At that moment, it wasn't just the other Soul Masters—Tang San's entire worldview was on the verge of collapsing.
He stared fixedly at the Light Screen and swallowed. "And this is only the first realm, the entry level?"
With his current strength and the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he could manage, at most, a hundred or so jin. Even pushing himself to the limit, he could only reach a few hundred.
Even God of Strength Tai Tan, renowned for his strength and already an over-eightieth-level Soul Douluo, probably couldn't manage that much raw power...
Did that mean a novice who had just entered that world could pulverize a Titled Douluo from the Douluo Continent with one punch?!
At the thought, Tang San shook his head dejectedly, suddenly feeling as though life held no hope.
But very soon, as if he had thought of something, Tang San suddenly fixed his gaze on the Light Screen, as though he had made up his mind. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes before quickly giving way to calm.
"How is this possible..."
By contrast, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang had already collapsed limply to the ground, so terrified that he hadn't even noticed his notes scattering across the floor.
"Our Titled Douluo can't even reach the entry-level threshold?"
"Why bother cultivating? Why bother becoming gods?"
"No, that can't be right. This must be a gross exaggeration!"
Yet the Wet Nurse's voice continued from the live Light Screen, and each pause felt like salt being rubbed into everyone's wounds:
"After Blood Moving comes the Cave Heaven Realm. Open a Cave Heaven, seize the fortune of heaven and earth, and draw upon boundless divine power."
"Then come Spirit Transformation, Inscription, and Array Formation..."
"Those in the Array Formation Realm can be called lords. They command an entire territory and can destroy a nation with a single hand."
"Above Array Formation is the Venerable realm."
"Above the Venerables, one must kindle a divine flame to enter the Divine Fire Realm."
As she spoke, the Wet Nurse glanced up at the Little White Tiger before her. Seeing that it was unharmed, she continued:
"Above that are True One, Sacred Sacrifice, and Heavenly God."
"Upon reaching the Heavenly God Realm, one can be reborn from a drop of blood. Even after death, one's might can endure for ten thousand years. Plucking stars and grasping the moon is no more than an ordinary feat."
When she spoke of plucking stars and grasping the moon, the Wet Nurse's tone was casual, as though she were talking about eating and drinking.
But to the people of the Douluo Continent, those four words were the stuff of legends beyond legends!
Douluo God Realm, Committee Hall.
At that moment, the Five Great God Kings had gathered together.
Asura God, God of Destruction, Goddess of Life, God of Evil, and God of Goodness.
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