Spirit Ascension Platform, Death of the Wind Baboon

A few days later, the eighty-first floor of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

Han Tianyi's office.

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the floor, bathing the entire room in warmth and brightness.

The interior was simple yet elegant, with various classics neatly arranged on the bookshelves against the wall.

A faint, lingering scent of sandalwood permeated the air, putting the mind at ease.

"Teacher."

Fang Lin walked straight in with Na'er.

"Mm."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly, lifting his gaze from the scroll in his hands to glance at the two of them. "Let us go."

With that, he closed the scroll, stood up, and led Fang Lin and Na'er out of the office.

In the hallway, Han Tianyi led them into a private elevator and pressed the button for the twelfth basement level.

The elevator doors closed silently, and it began to descend smoothly.

"Ding!"

A crisp chime rang out; the twelfth basement level had arrived.

The elevator doors opened slowly, revealing a vast, silver-white hall filled with a sense of technology.

Soft light spilled evenly from the ceiling, illuminating the entire space.

Dozens of Spirit Transmission Pagoda staff members were busy at their respective stations, everything in perfect order.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Phantom Brain."

The Spirit Transmission Pagoda staff bowed in unison and respect upon seeing Han Tianyi.

"Mm."

Han Tianyi stepped out of the elevator, his expression indifferent as his calm gaze swept over the crowd. "I have brought my disciples to the Spirit Ascension Platform for training."

"Yes, Your Excellency Phantom Brain."

The lead staff member replied quickly and respectfully, then turned to lead the way.

They passed through a heavy alloy door and entered a straight, slightly deep metal corridor.

The wall lamps on both sides of the corridor emitted a soft halo, casting a faint luster on the metal walls.

After walking for about twenty meters, the view suddenly opened up.

An underground space several times larger than the previous hall appeared before them.

The surrounding walls were almost entirely covered by numerous soul guidance screens, where light and shadow flowed to display real-time scenes of various primeval forests.

Towering ancient trees had intertwined branches, with vines hanging down like curtains.

Shadows of beasts darted quietly through the woods, and one could even faintly hear the chirping of birds, the sound of the wind, and the distant roars of soul beasts through the sound system.

Spirit Transmission Pagoda staff were busy and focused at their consoles.

Seeing Han Tianyi pass by, they all paused their work to bow in greeting.

When their eyes fell on Fang Lin and Na'er, everyone wore expressions of realization; it turned out the Vice Pagoda Master had personally brought his disciples for training.

After all, Han Tianyi taking on disciples was a major event that had garnered much attention within the entire Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

For these past few days, it had been the focus of everyone's private discussions.

The lead staff member brought the three of them to a special room.

The room was still filled with a high-tech metal structure, and a circle of huge soul guidance screens hung on the walls.

The screens flickered with images from inside a primeval forest.

Dense tree crowns blocked out the sun, and sunlight spilled through the gaps in the leaves, turning into mottled pillars of light.

The ground was covered with thick fallen leaves and ferns.

It was clear that the soul guidance screens in this room were different from the ones outside; this was an independent system reserved for important figures.

"Alright, Little Lin, go on in," Han Tianyi said, his tone as calm as ever.

"Understood."

Fang Lin nodded upon hearing this.

"Brother, good luck."

Na'er tilted her small face up, her clear purple eyes filled with trust and anticipation.

"Mm, alright."

Fang Lin smiled slightly.

"Remember to watch your safety."

Han Tianyi reminded him, "If you encounter danger you cannot handle, press the emergency escape button on your right arm immediately."

"Understood, Teacher."

Fang Lin nodded in agreement and, with the help of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda staff, lay down inside the metal capsule.

He felt suction cups attaching to his body one by one, a tingling sensation spreading all over him, and he quickly lost consciousness.

He did not know how much time had passed.

Fang Lin's vision went black, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an endless, primeval forest.

The air that rushed to meet him was fresh, carrying the fragrance of damp soil mixed with the scent of grass, trees, and wildflowers, which left him feeling invigorated.

He looked down at the back of his hand to see a metal device attached to it, featuring a bright red button.

This was the SOS Signal Device; once pressed, one could immediately exit the Spirit Ascension Platform and return to the real world.

"Is this... the Star Dou Great Forest?"

Fang Yang looked up at this mysterious and ancient forest, a flash of wonder in his eyes.

Sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves, casting mottled shadows at his feet.

The veins of every leaf, the breeze brushing against his cheeks, the chirping of insects and birds from afar...

Everything was incredibly realistic, as if he were truly there.

At this moment, in the room at the Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

Han Tianyi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on the soul guidance screen, watching Fang Lin's every move.

Fang Lin explored forward cautiously, not having gone very far.

A sharp wind blade suddenly struck from the side, accompanied by a piercing whistle as it tore through the air.

He reacted with lightning speed, dodging to the side.

The wind blade swept past and struck an ancient tree, leaving behind a deep gash.

Immediately after, a black shadow lunged from the dense canopy and landed not far in front of him.

A wild God-Slaying Wind Baboon had appeared.

It stood about a meter tall, its body covered in brownish-yellow fur, and its brown eyes glinted with a fierce, malevolent light.

The Wind Baboon bared its sharp fangs, emitting a low, threatening growl from its throat, its entire body radiating a wild and ferocious aura.

"Interesting, a starter pet, is it?"

Fang Lin curled his lips slightly and said, "Too bad, I'm no Tang family dog."

"Power of Metal Spirit."

He gripped his right hand in the air, and golden light erupted, instantly condensing into a cold, gleaming golden spear.

The shaft of the spear shimmered with a cold, metallic luster, and the tip was incomparably sharp, emitting a soul-stirring, piercing aura.

Fang Lin's eyes narrowed, his arm exerted force, and the golden spear shot through the air like a meteor, trailing a brilliant golden light!

With a muffled "thud," the golden spear accurately pierced through the Wind Baboon's body, pinning it firmly against the tree trunk.

The Wind Baboon let out a shrill shriek, struggled for a few moments, and soon went silent.

Its entire body dissolved into specks of golden light, which converged from all directions onto Fang Lin.

This was the special ability of the Spirit Ascension Platform.

In addition to gaining combat experience, soul masters could absorb ten percent of the energy from the soul beasts they killed within the Spirit Ascension Platform.

"Uh..."

Han Tianyi watched Fang Lin's simple and brutal fighting style on the screen and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

He then shook his head gently, though a helpless smile couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth.

This kid was truly clean and efficient—killing with a single strike, without any hesitation.

Still... his combat awareness was indeed excellent, his reactions swift, and his strikes decisive.

A hint of approval flashed in the depths of Han Tianyi's eyes.