"You're still nowhere near the cutoff for becoming an Outer Sect disciple. You're really bringing shame on the sect."
Xiao Cui sighed, her face full of self-doubt.
But those words landed in Zhu Zhuqing's ears—and in the ears of countless viewers across the Douluo Continent—like a clap of thunder!
Rumble!
"How, how much?!"
Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted. Her voice went shrill. "8,000 jin?!"
Xiao Cui blinked. "That's right, 8,000 jin. That's weak, isn't it? My senior sisters can casually hit with at least tens of thousands of jin."
Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.
Dai Mubai was about to take a drink when he spat the water all over Tang San's face.
Tang San froze. He didn't even bother wiping the water from his face, staring fixedly at the self-conscious young woman on the screen.
"8,000 jin?"
"How is that possible?!"
Tang San's composure crumbled. His Clear Sky Hammer, which he took such pride in, was hailed as the greatest weapon-type Martial Soul under heaven, with an exceptionally domineering force.
But even now, he could manage only a few hundred jin at most!
Even Tai Tan, the God of Strength—a Soul Douluo who specialized purely in strength—could only unleash a few thousand jin of force at full power, couldn't he?
And this young woman, who called herself untalented and a lowly servant, could casually strike with 8,000 jin. Her senior sisters could casually hit with tens of thousands?
And they called that weak?!
Then what did that make them? Cripples?
Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
The Seven Kill Sword in Sword Douluo Chen Xin's hand trembled beyond his control.
He glanced at Bone Douluo Gu Rong beside him and gave a bitter smile. "Old Bone, could your defenses withstand a punch weighing tens of thousands of jin?"
Bone Douluo swallowed, his expression grim. "If I didn't use my ninth Soul Skill, I'm afraid..."
Despair!
In an instant, profound despair spread across the entire Douluo Continent.
So, in this High-Dimensional World, even a servant girl who swept the floor could utterly crush their Titled Douluo. Was this the difference between dimensions?
"Um... Miss Xiao Cui."
Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, forcing down the storm raging in her heart, then asked cautiously:
"Where is this ship headed?"
Xiao Cui pointed toward the distant end, shrouded in mist. A fervent reverence shone in her eyes.
"Back to our sect."
"The Primordial Immortal Court!"
"It is the absolute ruler of the Great Wilderness for a million li in every direction, an exalted holy land!"
"And our sect master, that supreme, exalted lord..."
At this, Xiao Cui lowered her voice, as if afraid of disturbing the gods in the heavens:
"I heard that lord is an Immortal King Titan who has lived for countless ages!"
"An existence that truly cannot be looked upon or described!"
Deep within the Primordial Immortal Court.
This place lay beyond the mortal world: an independent little world opened within the void.
Purple qi streamed east for thirty thousand li, while thousands of auspicious rays soared in purple radiance.
Across the floating immortal islands, springs rushed into waterfalls, and immortal cranes danced in the air.
And inside the Primordial Divine Hall at the very highest point,
a young man dressed in white lounged sideways on a reclining chair woven from branches of the Enlightenment Tea Tree.
His features were so handsome they seemed almost bewitching, and his eyes were as deep as the starry sky. When they opened and closed, the River of Time seemed to flow within them.
Not the slightest hint of terrifying power radiated from him. He looked like nothing more than an ordinary young nobleman.
But any True Immortal-level powerhouse who saw him would have been horrified beyond words.
The space around the young man was constantly being born and destroyed!
Every breath he took was the reincarnation of a small world!
He was the lord of the Primordial Immortal Court, Jiang Chen—the titan who had crossed over into the Perfect World countless ages ago and long since attained the Dao as an Immortal King!
"So boring..."
Jiang Chen yawned and casually picked up a glistening grape from the jade plate beside him, tossing it into his mouth.
The grape melted as soon as it touched his tongue, turning into surging Longevity Substance.
If that grape had been outside, even a single one—on the level of an undying divine medicine—would have sent Supreme Realm powerhouses tearing each other apart and set off a Dark Turmoil.
But to Jiang Chen, it was just fruit after a meal.
"System, did I get anything good from today's sign-in?" Jiang Chen asked lazily in his heart.
[ Ding! In response to the host, today's sign-in rewards: one True Dragon Undying Medicine (incomplete), one volume of the Ancient Scripture of the Emperor Fall Era, and one case of Happy Water. ]
"Happy Water again?"
Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and waved his hand. A case of cola from Blue Star appeared in front of him.
At his level, immortality was no longer something to pursue, and invincibility was just lonely.
His only pleasures, perhaps, were recalling his past life or cultivating his faction, seeing whether he could nurture a few powerhouses capable of accompanying him to the end in this cruel Perfect World.
"Hm?"
Just then,
Jiang Chen's half-closed eyes opened a sliver.
He had sensed it.
At the mountain gate of the Primordial Immortal Court, there seemed to be a strange ripple that didn't belong to this world.
"Foreign Realm aura? No, too weak. Weak as an ant."
A flicker of curiosity stirred in Jiang Chen's heart.
At the Immortal King level, a sweep of his divine sense could cover the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.
Even a mosquito flying into the Immortal Court couldn't escape his perception.
"Buzz!"
Jiang Chen didn't get up. He simply moved his mind.
His gaze instantly pierced layer upon layer of void and passed through the obstruction of the Immortal Hall, descending directly upon the Bronze Warship that had just docked at the mountain gate plaza.
With that single glance, he saw the black-clad young woman trailing cautiously behind Xiao Cui, her face full of astonishment.
"That girl..."
Jiang Chen's gaze lingered on Zhu Zhuqing for a moment.
"Sure enough, she has no runes or Cave Heaven within her. She cultivates an extremely crude Soul Power system?"
"Martial Soul: Hell Spirit Cat?"
Jiang Chen froze.
As a transmigrator, memories long sealed away were suddenly stirred.
"Black clothes, a youthful face and... cough, cough, a cool, aloof air, and a cat Martial Soul."
"And a cultivation system this pitifully weak."
"Could it be..."
Jiang Chen sat up straight, the corner of his mouth curling into an amused smile.
He willed it, and the Great Karma Technique activated!
In an instant, an imperceptible thread of karma extended from Zhu Zhuqing, piercing through endless storms of space and time before connecting to an exceedingly distant, fragile, bubble-like world.
In that world, Blue Silver Grass was winding around, hammers were flying wildly, and a group of people were playing with some kind of Soul Skill.
"Pfft..."
Jiang Chen couldn't help laughing aloud.
"Douluo Continent?"
"That Douluo World known as the floor of fantasy, where even the God Kings can't lift a hundred thousand jin?"
Jiang Chen was astonished. He hadn't expected the perilous Perfect World he inhabited, where things were constantly capable of destroying Heaven and Earth, to become connected to that make-believe Douluo World.
"Interesting."
"So the spatial ripple I sensed just now was the two planes connecting somehow?"
Jiang Chen tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest, his gaze sweeping over Zhu Zhuqing once more.
At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing was so stunned by the Primordial Immortal Court's mountain gate, which towered ten thousand zhang high, that she couldn't utter a word.
The mountain gate had been forged from two dead stars, and the stars' gravitational fields still lingered upon it. Without the formation to counteract them, anyone who came close would be crushed into a pulp.
"There's even a Sky Screen broadcasting this live?"
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