The Truman Show Was Going Viral!

"Good thing we came prepared!"

Drifting through the sky, Chu Men looked back at the forest growing smaller behind him and let out a shaky breath of relief.

He'd thought sneaking off for a romantic tryst would be a rather elegant affair. On a whim, he'd decided to give it a try.

Then Tang Hao had whacked him with an iron hammer, nearly ending his life. Who the hell could he complain to about that?

Chu Men took a delicate purple gourd from his Storage Bag, tipped his head back, and gulped down two mouthfuls of poison. It tasted wonderfully sweet.

This was the good stuff from the royal family!

A couple of swigs whenever he felt like it cleared his head and sharpened his wits, and it also helped him recover and increase his Soul Power.

As an added bonus, it boosted his resistance to poison. Two birds with one stone!

Chu Men adjusted his flying posture, then took out a compass that looked like a pocket watch and glowed with Soul Power. He used it to figure out which way he was headed.

Then he activated the Soul Power turbine accelerator on his glider. Six Soul Power Batteries poured Soul Power into it without pause.

These modern tools, converted into Soul Tools, had all been saved up from before. They were thanks to a mere double-digit number of livestream points!

Now that he had more than five thousand points, how could he not take off?

And so Chu Men, along with the sack dangling beneath him, sped off toward Heaven Dou City.

Soon, he escaped the clouds' shadow. Cool moonlight spilled over the glider's snowy-white wings and illuminated Chu Men's handsome face.

His brows were sharp as swords, his eyes bright as stars, and his gaze sparkled with life!

[Is this the kidnapper? He's pretty handsome!]

[The streamer's a fresh-faced hottie! What's his name?]

[That glider is insanely cool! Could the streamer post a link? I'll send ten rockets!]

[A streamer with looks like that? In ten minutes, I want every detail about him!]

[...]

The comments in Lin Xiaoyu's livestream exploded, and its popularity was practically burning through the late-night streaming slot.

The Truman Show, a grassroots livestream room, had previously been hidden by the platform because it didn't even have real-name verification.

But now, it was going viral!

Another world, a long-running plot, an immersive livestream variety show, and the original livestream room's name—The Truman Show!

It might not have been known in every household, but it was certainly famous!

Now, some big shot had actually brought the movie's concept into the real world!

And it was set in another world, the genre with the broadest audience right now. Add the enormous influence of the Douluo Continent IP, and it soon triggered a chain reaction that pushed the show beyond its original niche!

As a result,

Chu Men, exposed by Lin Xiaoyu, gained fans, traffic, and livestream points converted from tips.

With livestream points in hand, the system panel could finally show its power!

Meanwhile, next door, Tang Hao, exposed by Chu Men, was having quite the opposite experience.

In the small grove, Soul Power streamed through the air in dazzling torrents, lighting the whole place as bright as day.

After gritting his teeth and detonating two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, Tang Hao's enormous Clear Sky Hammer avatar transformed into a pitch-black streak. It churned the Two-Level Stasis Domain of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo into a complete mess.

The blood-red glow of Divine Slaughter's Domain tangled with gold and silver, like a cinnabar brush dropped into a paint palette, splashing color with wild abandon.

Empowered by the domain and the force of Ring Detonation, the Clear Sky Hammer became a blood-red chisel formed from Soul Power, forcibly carving out a path to escape.

Violent explosions mingled with sharp crackling. Trees snapped in swaths, and the ones closer to the blast were pulverized outright!

Even Tang Hao, facing the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of two Titled Douluo, could only escape with serious injuries.

Chrysanthemum Douluo steadied his chest, which heaved like a bellows, and reached out to stop Ghost Douluo, who was hovering half a foot off the ground as a hazy silhouette.

Both had been badly hurt by the power Tang Hao unleashed after detonating his rings. And confirming Tang Hao's whereabouts was already a great accomplishment.

Ghost Douluo halted his forward-leaning stance and warned, "Letting the tiger return to the mountain will bring endless trouble!"

"Tang Hao is far too dangerous. Let's wait for the Holy Emperor Warriors to arrive, then pursue him together."

Chrysanthemum Douluo pushed off with his toes, landed on a high branch, and gazed into the direction Tang Hao had fled. He spoke languidly:

"The monk may run, but the temple can't. Keep an eye on Tang San. Where can his father go if we've got his son?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's guess was right. After forcing his way out of the battle, Tang Hao immediately took a mottled crystal from inside his robe.

Seeing that the crystal was intact, he felt somewhat reassured. Tang San was safe for the time being.

But with people from Spirit Hall already here, and Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo having shown themselves, a large force of warriors was sure to follow.

Danger was already at his doorstep!

Tang Hao forced down his injuries. His grimy gray robe swept around him, and his speed instantly doubled.

Soul Hunting Forest.

It lay four hundred li northeast of Nuoding City and was where the Heaven Dou Empire kept its Soul Beasts.

The Grandmaster, who knew nothing of the outside world, clenched his teeth and endured the Mandala Snake's poison.

Beside him was Tang San, his newly accepted disciple, absorbing a Soul Ring.

A Hundred-Year Soul Ring from a Mandala Snake!

The Martial Soul Mimicry Theory proposed that plant-type Soul Masters could absorb similar animal Soul Beasts. This was a bold experiment.

Though the Grandmaster had quite a reputation in the Soul Master World, his own strength amounted to no more than that of a Soul Grandmaster.

Without the support of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he would never have been able to carry out his experiments, much less formulate a theory that would capture the world's attention.

So he looked at Tang San with eyes full of hope!

He hoped for a miracle, yet feared one at the same time!

If the miracle failed to come, and something happened to Tang San, it would be a devastating blow to his theory. Worse, the character "Tang" in Tang San's name could bring deadly trouble down on him!

Just as the poison and his anxiety had worn the Grandmaster down until he was exhausted and on the verge of passing out, a low voice sounded beside his ear.

"Hello, Grandmaster."

The Grandmaster's spirits lifted. He turned his head and saw a gray-clad figure, covered in dirt and blood, standing in the shadows of a tree.

The flames dancing over the campfire couldn't illuminate the stranger's face.

"Who might you be?"

The Grandmaster tried to wipe the sweat covering his forehead, but he couldn't even lift his arm. All he could do was ask in a weak voice.

The stranger stepped out of the shadows, letting the firelight lick at his nearly ruined robes.

"It's been twenty years. No wonder you don't recognize me. I'm Tang Hao."

Tang Hao's voice was steady, but to the Grandmaster, it rang like a clap of thunder!

"Tang Hao? You're the Clear Sky—"

Tang Hao waved a hand and cut him off. "There's no need to bring up the past. I've come to ask you a favor."

"So Tang San's father really is you!" The Grandmaster glanced at Tang San, still immersed in absorbing his Soul Ring. "You came for Tang San, didn't you?"

"People from Spirit Hall are after me. I have to leave."

Tang Hao's murky eyes rested on Tang San, surrounded by streams of yellow Soul Power, and softened with a hint of tenderness. "You need to leave, too. Nuoding City isn't safe anymore."

The Grandmaster seized on his words. "You? You don't intend to take Tang San with you?"

Tang Hao took a few steps toward Tang San, leaving the Grandmaster with his back. "He'll learn more by staying with you!"

"But I..." The Grandmaster clenched his fists, then forced the words out. "I can't protect him!"

Tang Hao seemed not to hear him. He simply went on:

"I've cleared out the eyes around here. They're after me, and as it happens, I'm after them, too! Once Tang San wakes up, you should leave."

With that, Tang Hao handed the Grandmaster a pitch-black token. Their hands touched, and Tang Hao's brows furrowed slightly.

"You're poisoned? Tang San... I'll leave him in your hands!"

Tang Hao's robes billowed as if caught in a gale. His boundless Soul Power flowed into the Grandmaster's body, quickly purging the poison.

He patted the Grandmaster's arm, then turned and left without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished.

The Grandmaster's body felt much lighter. The pain of the snake's poison was gone, but the anxiety in his heart was worse than ever!