Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!

At the same time.

Within the dilapidated estate of the Speed Clan in the Heaven Dou Empire.

A night breeze whistled through the few bare, ancient trees in the courtyard, creating a mournful sound.

Bai Chenxiang stood in the center of the courtyard, looking up at the red text in the Sky Screen, her pretty face turning pale.

She turned to look at her grandfather, Bai He, who was sitting on a stone bench, her voice laced with unconcealable panic.

"Grandfather, how could that person from the Renegade Immortal World be so fast?"

Recalling the images on the Sky Screen, Bai Chenxiang unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes.

"That young man in grey threw a piece of paper, and a fireball was already right in front of him in an instant."

"And that woman in white—Dai Mubai was still in mid-air, and her water chains had already bound him tight."

"Our Speed Clan has always prided itself on speed, but compared to them, I feel like we're just tortoises crawling on the ground."

Bai He sighed, his aged face filled with bitterness.

His cloudy eyes revealed a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Xiangxiang, you are right."

Bai He stroked his white beard, his tone heavy.

"Speed also has its realms."

"We rely on our physical bodies and martial souls to dash, which allows us to gain an advantage against ordinary spirit masters."

"But the people of that world control magical treasures and spells with nothing but a thought."

"The moment the thought arises, the attack arrives."

"This is a crushing difference in levels."

Bai He stood up and patted Bai Chenxiang on the shoulder.

"If our Speed Clan is truly chosen three days from now, remember your grandfather's words."

"Do not think about testing them, and do not think about relying on speed to launch a sneak attack."

"Run. Run without looking back, find a deep, desolate mountain forest to hide in for a year; that is your only chance of survival."

Bai Chenxiang nodded vigorously, engraving her grandfather's words deep into her heart.

Meanwhile, on the vast ocean outside the Douluo Continent.

The Demon Whale Sea Area.

This stretch of sea was usually so desolate that not even a single fishing boat dared to approach, perpetually shrouded under gloomy, dark clouds.

Deep within the calm, profound seabed, a blue light as large as a house suddenly ignited.

It was not a light at all, but a massive eye.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a terrifying spirit beast only a step away from a million years of cultivation, was currently lurking silently on the seabed, watching the images on the Sky Screen through the reflection on the water's surface.

The surrounding seawater formed massive, turbulent whirlpools with every breath it took.

"Water control..."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's voice, sounding like muffled thunder, rumbled across the ocean floor.

"That woman in white can actually turn ordinary pool water into chains as hard as refined steel in an instant."

"There was no spirit ring fluctuation, nor did she use any source power."

"It was just a casual flick of her finger."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King had lived for nearly a million years; it understood the rules of this ocean better than anyone.

As the hegemon of the seas, it believed that even Bo Saixi of Sea God Island was inferior to it when it came to water manipulation.

Yet, after seeing that woman's methods today, a sliver of dread unexpectedly sprouted in the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's heart.

"That world called the Renegade Immortal World... the water there runs too deep."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King closed its massive, singular eye, and its colossal body dove deeper into the abyss of the seabed.

"I hope that damn Sky Screen doesn't pick me."

"Until I figure out the true nature of that world, staying honestly in the sea is the safest path."

When even this peerless, ferocious beast that feared not even gods chose to retreat, the deterrent power the Renegade Immortal World brought to the Douluo Continent could well be imagined.

Three days passed in a flash, amidst the agonizing suspense of everyone on the Douluo Continent.

During these three days, the entire continent seemed to have come to a standstill.

Outside the outskirts of the major spirit beast forests, the mercenary groups that usually teamed up to hunt spirit beasts were nowhere to be seen.

All major high-level spirit master academies had also suspended their classes.

In the taverns on the streets, commoners drank cheap, stifling liquor, their expressions filled with terror as they silently prayed that the Sky Screen would not call their names.

Within the major sects and clans, the elders shoved every life-saving medicinal powder, defensive soul tool, and hidden weapon from their vaults into the hands of their young disciples.

Everyone felt as though they were waiting for a judgment that could descend at any moment.

Finally, the three-day countdown hit zero.

[Three-day rest period concluded.]

[The third batch of explorers for the Renegade Immortal World, beginning random selection!]

On the light screen, countless names and silhouettes of people began to flicker and cycle frantically.

The air across the entire Douluo Continent seemed to freeze.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Three crisp sounds rang out in succession.

The frantically flickering images on the screen froze instantly, splitting into three clear segments.

Three brand-new names appeared clearly before everyone's eyes.

[First: Heaven Dou Empire, Fasno Province commoner, Wang Laoshi! No soul power.]

[Second: Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, 60,000-year mutated soul beast, Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!]

[Third: Spirit Hall, Elder, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan! Cultivation: Rank 95 Title Douluo.]

The moment those three lines of text locked onto the Sky Screen, the entire continent erupted into chaos.

In Spirit City, inside the Pope Palace.

Yue Guan stared at his own name on the light screen, his naturally fair face instantly draining of all color.

His luxurious golden robes trembled slightly.

"I... I was chosen?"

Yue Guan swallowed hard, his legs feeling weak.

Bibi Dong, seated upon her throne, stood up abruptly, her brows knitted tightly together.

However, the Sky Screen gave them no time to prepare.

[Teleportation begins in ten minutes.]

The brief ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Three pillars of light descended.

Wang Laoshi, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan vanished from the Douluo Continent in an instant.

The images on the Sky Screen lit up, splitting into three live broadcast perspectives.

The people of the Douluo Continent held their breath, casting their gazes toward the screen on the far left.

That was the perspective of the commoner, Wang Laoshi.

Wang Laoshi was a woodcutter in his forties who made a living by chopping wood on the mountains to sell.

He had been teleported onto a small street paved with bluestone slabs.

Stalls lined both sides of the street, selling strange-looking stones and roots that emitted the scent of medicinal herbs.

There were few pedestrians on the road, most wearing long robes and moving with hurried steps.

This was a marketplace for rogue cultivators within the Zhao State of the Renegade Immortal World.

Wang Laoshi still held his battered wood-chopping axe in his hand.

He looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, his legs shaking so violently that he could barely keep a grip on his axe.

"Wh... where is this..." Wang Laoshi's voice trembled as he hugged the wall along the edge of the street, inching forward step by step.

His stomach growled with hunger; he had been chopping wood on the mountain all morning and hadn't even had a drop of water.

As he walked, he stopped in front of a stall selling herbs.

The stall owner was a thin, withered old man wearing tattered Taoist robes.

The old man's face was covered in wrinkles, and he sported a goatee on his chin, looking benevolent and kind.

"Ol... Old Immortal, I'm lost, and I'm hungry..." Wang Laoshi stammered, his rough hands nervously twisting the corner of his clothes.

The withered old man lifted his eyelids, looking Wang Laoshi up and down.

A flicker of light, difficult to detect, passed through the old man's eyes.

No spiritual energy fluctuations; he's a mortal, the old man muttered to himself.

A gentle smile immediately spread across his face as he reached into his robes and pulled out a small porcelain bottle.

The old man poured out a pill the size of a soybean that emitted a faint red glow and held it out before Wang Laoshi.

"Meeting is fate."

"I have a Bigu Pill here. A mortal who consumes one can go seven days without hunger."

"You look like an honest fellow, so I shall bestow this pill upon you."

Wang Laoshi stared at the glowing pill, inhaling the wafts of fragrance drifting from it, and his stomach let out an even louder growl.

In the Douluo Continent, when did commoners ever encounter such kind-hearted soul masters willing to give away food?

Wang Laoshi's face was full of gratitude as he hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, old immortal! Thank you, old immortal!"

He took the pill and, without a second thought, swallowed it in one gulp.

As the pill hit his stomach, Wang Laoshi immediately felt a warm current spread through his gut, and his hunger vanished without a trace.

"Truly miraculous..." A simple, honest smile appeared on Wang Laoshi's face.

However, his smile lasted for less than three breaths.

That warm current suddenly transformed into a raging inferno.

Wang Laoshi felt as if his internal organs were being shredded by knives, and the excruciating pain instantly surged through his entire body.

"Ah!"

He let out a miserable shriek, his axe dropped to the ground, and he clutched his stomach, rolling frantically on the bluestone floor.

His skin began to turn red rapidly, and thick veins bulged as if they were about to burst at any moment.

The spectators across the Douluo Continent gasped in horror as they watched this scene.

On the screen, the thin, kind-faced old man stood up slowly.

He did not even glance at Wang Laoshi, who was writhing on the ground, but instead unhooked a black gourd from his waist.

"The efficacy of this Blood Spirit Pill is still a bit too violent."

The old man shook his head, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather.

"Still, it's quite useful for refining the essence and blood of mortals; it saves me the trouble of having to kill them myself."

No sooner had he spoken than Wang Laoshi's body swelled violently, followed by a dull thud.

He was reduced to a puddle of scarlet blood.

Not even a scrap of bone remained.

The old man pulled the stopper from the gourd and gestured lightly toward the blood on the ground.

The pool of blood seemed to be drawn by some force, transforming into a red thread that spiraled directly into the black gourd.

The old man shook the gourd with satisfaction, hung it back on his waist, and sat down to close his eyes and rest, as if nothing had happened at all.

On the Sky Screen, blood-red characters emerged.

[Explorer Wang Laoshi, a commoner of the Heaven Dou Empire, has become a pill-refining vessel for a rogue cultivator. Status: Deceased.]

The screen on the left went dark instantly.

At that moment, the commoners across the entire Douluo Continent felt a profound sense of despair.

In the Renegade Immortal World, someone could greet you with a smile one second and turn you into a puddle of blood the next.

Human life there was worth even less than a blade of grass.

In the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Da Ming and Er Ming watched the scene of Wang Laoshi's tragic death without much emotional fluctuation.

They were more concerned with the screen in the center, which belonged to the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, a 60,000-year-old mutated beast possessing multiple attributes including darkness, wind, lightning, time, and space, was so formidable that even Da Ming and Er Ming might not be able to stop it if they joined forces.

"Big Brother, this tiger is extremely cunning. I wonder how long it can last in that world," Er Ming rumbled in a muffled voice.

Da Ming did not speak, his eyes fixed intently on the screen.

At this moment, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger had been transported into a primeval mountain range with incredibly dense spiritual energy.

This was a place called the Luoxia Mountain Range on the Vermilion Bird Planet.

As soon as the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger landed, it felt the spiritual energy in the surroundings, which was so thick it was almost liquid.

It took a greedy, deep breath, and a glimmer of excitement flickered in its scarlet eyes.

As a high-intelligence soul beast, it instinctively sensed that as long as it cultivated here, breaking through the 100,000-year threshold would be within reach.

However, being cunning and cautious by nature, it did not roar loudly to claim its territory.

Instead, its body flickered, merging into the surrounding shadows, and it moved silently through the forest, preparing to scout the nearby environment first.

Suddenly, its ears twitched.

From the air not far ahead, several sounds of wind being torn apart reached it.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger immediately suppressed its aura, crouched behind a dense thicket, and peered through the gaps.

It saw three cultivators dressed in identical cyan robes flying low through the air on their flying swords.

On the chests of these three individuals' robes, a mountain peak piercing the clouds was embroidered in gold thread, with two archaic characters beside it: "Primordial."

The leading young cultivator possessed the cultivation base of the eighth level of Qi Condensation.

He stood upon a flying sword, his gaze sweeping across the mountain forest below.

"Senior Brother, the spirit beasts in the outer reaches of the Luoxia Mountain Range have all been caught by us; we haven't even encountered a decent one," a round-faced disciple beside him complained.

The leading youth sighed.

"There is nothing to be done about that."

"In a few months, it will be the centennial grand ceremony of the 72nd Branch Sect of our Primordial Immortal Court on the Vermilion Bird Planet."

A glimmer of longing and reverence appeared in the young cultivator's eyes.

"The Sect Master has given the word: this ceremony must be held with great grandeur."

"For an eighth-level branch sect at the bottom of the hierarchy like ours, we don't even get to see the faces of the envoys from the main sect under normal circumstances."

"If we could capture a spirit beast with a unique bloodline to offer as tribute, we might earn the appreciation of the sect elders and have them pass down a shred of immortal arts to us."

"Legend has it that the supreme founder of our Primordial Immortal Court, Lin Changsheng, is a supreme almighty being!"

"As long as we can climb higher within this system and bask in even a little of that glory, it would be enough to benefit us for a lifetime."

Hearing the words "Primordial Immortal Court" and "Lin Changsheng," the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger naturally did not understand what they meant.

However, those watching the live broadcast on the Douluo Continent heard these words clearly.

Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The teacup in Ning Fengzhi's hand dropped straight to the floor, shattering into pieces.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong also gasped in shock.

"Primordial Immortal Court, 72nd Branch Sect..." Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled.

"A powerful cultivator capable of flying in the sky actually claims they are merely a bottom-tier eighth-level branch sect?"

"Just what kind of terrifying existence is this so-called founder, Lin Changsheng?"