Liu Mei Searches Souls, Ghost Discovers Douluo Continent!

Yu Xiaogang pressed the foul-smelling jade slip tightly against his chest, tilted his head back, and laughed silently.

He had spent his entire life studying martial soul theory, and his entire life being trapped at level twenty-nine by the failed mutation of Luo Sanpao.

Now, a brand new door had opened for him, right here in this stinking pigsty.

At this moment.

The entire Douluo Continent was in an uproar.

On the training grounds of Shrek Academy.

Tang San suddenly stood up, his hands clenched.

He watched the ecstatic look on his teacher's face in the light screen, his mind racing.

"Condense Qi, exhale breath... guide Qi into the body..."

Tang San muttered to himself, recalling the Mysterious Heaven Skill from the Tang Sect in his previous life.

Although the Mysterious Heaven Skill was exquisite, it was merely a mortal martial art. In the Douluo Continent, it could only be converted into spirit power.

But the cultivation technique from the Renegade Immortal World absorbed spiritual energy that could move mountains and fill seas!

Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance, seeing the deep shock in each other's eyes.

"Little Gang actually turned misfortune into a blessing and found the cultivation method from that world?"

Flender swallowed dryly, his voice trembling.

In the Heaven Dou Empire, within the grand hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi's teacup, held in his hand, remained suspended in mid-air for a long time.

The usually gentle sect master's breathing had become heavy.

"This is a truly priceless treasure."

Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Sword Douluo Chen Xin, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented fervor.

"Uncle Jian, if that Yu Xiaogang can return alive and bring this cultivation method back to the Douluo Continent."

"Will our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's direct disciples no longer be limited by auxiliary martial souls?"

"As long as they can cultivate that spiritual energy, everyone will have the power to protect themselves!"

All those on the continent who were destined to be commoners for life due to low innate spirit power or the awakening of useless martial souls, saw hope for a turnaround at this moment.

As long as they could learn that cultivation method, their fate could be rewritten!

And just as the beings of Douluo were falling into a frenzy over the broken jade slip.

The other half of the Sky Screen's image was like a basin of bone-chilling ice water, directly doused over everyone's heads.

On Vermilion Bird Mountain, within the dark red hall.

The woman in the red dress, Liu Mei, was half-squatting in front of Ghost.

She extended a fair and slender finger, gently tapping the center of Ghost's brow.

Ghost was currently like a puddle of mud, sprawled on the jade floor.

His eyes rolled back, saliva dripped from his mouth, and his body twitched intermittently.

Under the torment of the Thousand Illusions Heartless Path's illusions, this once majestic Titled Douluo's will had completely collapsed.

He was now less intelligent than a three-year-old child.

Liu Mei closed her eyes, and a faint white light emanated from her fingertips.

She was performing the most brutal soul-searching technique from the Cultivation World.

This was a method of forcibly flipping through another person's memories, and the victim's brain would suffer irreversible damage.

Memory fragments, bit by bit, flowed into Liu Mei's mind along with the white light from her fingertips.

After a full half-hour.

Liu Mei slowly withdrew her finger.

She stood up, her long red dress trailing on the ground.

She opened her eyes, and the originally ice-cold gaze was now filled with novelty and surprise.

"Interesting."

Liu Mei picked up the feather fan beside her, covered her red lips, and chuckled lightly.

She turned around and bowed gracefully to Vermilion Bird Master, who was seated high on the Fire Lotus Throne.

"Master, your disciple has finished soul-searching this person."

"The things in his mind have certainly opened my eyes."

Vermilion Bird Master leaned back on his throne, without even opening his eyes, and casually asked, "Oh? What rare experiences could a useless person without even spiritual energy have?"

Liu Mei's smile deepened.

"Master, you don't know."

"This person is not indigenous to our Vermilion Bird Planet, nor even from this cultivation star region."

"He comes from a place called 'Douluo Continent'."

Upon hearing this, Gan Feng, the young man in golden robes standing beside her, snorted dismissively.

"Just some remote planet whose name I've never even heard of. It's probably not even as good as a lower-tier cultivation country."

Liu Mei shook her head, her feather fan gently swaying.

"Senior Brother Gan Feng, that's not quite right."

"That Douluo Continent is very strange."

Liu Mei raised her head, looking at Vermilion Bird Master, her tone becoming serious.

"In that world, there isn't a trace of spiritual energy between heaven and earth."

"However, that world is inhabited by tens of billions of mortals."

"The most miraculous thing is that these mortals are born with something called a 'Martial Soul' within them."

"Swords, weapons, birds, beasts, even a blade of grass, can become their Martial Soul."

As soon as these words were spoken.

Vermilion Bird Master, who was seated high on his throne, suddenly opened his eyes.

Late-stage Great Perfection of Ascending Peak!

A terrifying pressure, only a sliver away from the next realm, leaked out from his body uncontrollably in that instant.

It was merely a sliver of pressure.

The entire dark red hall seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

The surrounding air let out explosive sounds of being unable to bear the strain.

Gan Feng and Liu Mei's expressions changed drastically. They retreated three or four steps before they could barely steady themselves.

It was the indifference and terror of someone who had truly seen through the laws of heaven and earth, viewing all beings as ants.

Vermilion Bird Master sat up straight, his eyes, which seemed to contain two balls of raging fire, stared intently at Liu Mei.

"What did you say?"

Vermilion Bird Master's voice was as low as if he were suppressing an erupting volcano.

"Tens of billions of mortals? Everyone born with a soul companion object?"

Liu Mei endured the pressure and nodded with difficulty.

"Yes... yes, Master."

"My soul-searching technique would never be wrong. Although the beings in that world have frail bodies, because of their Martial Souls, their soul strength is much tougher than ordinary mortals here."

Vermilion Bird Master took a deep breath.

The oppressive feeling in the hall vanished without a trace, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But the expression on his face became exceptionally excited, even a little distorted.

"Good! Well said, Douluo Continent!"

Vermilion Bird Master stood up and paced back and forth in front of his throne.

"No cultivators, no Nascent Souls, no Deities Transcending."

"Only a group of natives wielding their soul companions as weapons."

Vermilion Bird Master stopped, threw his head back, and burst into laughter.

In his laughter, there was a bone-chilling greed and cruelty.

"This is simply a natural treasure trove sent to me by the heavens!"

"What if the Soul Refining Sect has ten billion Soul Banners?"

"As long as I can find the spatial coordinates of that Douluo Continent and open a teleportation channel."

"If I can extract all the soul companion Martial Souls of those tens of billions of beings, I can forge a hundred billion Soul Banner!"

"At that time, let alone the Soul Refining Sect, who on the entire Vermilion Bird Planet would dare to say no to me!"

Boom!

Vermilion Bird Master's words, along the Sky Screen, exploded into the minds of every Douluo person.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

The world before Bibi Dong spun violently. She gripped the armrests of her throne tightly, preventing herself from fainting.

Qian Daoliu's lips lost their color.

He watched the old man in the light screen fall into fanaticism, feeling his blood freeze.

Just now, they were still rejoicing that Yu Xiaogang had found a cultivation method.

They were still fantasizing that if he could return alive, Douluo Continent would usher in an era of cultivation.

But now, reality had slapped them hard.

That person wasn't playing some exploration game with them at all.

In the eyes of that Ascendance-seeking old monster, Douluo Continent was an excellent "soul-raising farm"!

Hundreds of billions of lives.

In the mouth of that Vermilion Bird Master, they were mere materials for refining magical treasures!

On the training ground of Shrek Academy.

Tang San's body was ice-cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He finally understood that the Sky Screen brought not only opportunities but also a one-sided descent of power.

"He's looking for our world's coordinates..."

Tang San's voice trembled, and a deep despair welled up in his eyes.

"Once he finds us, we won't even have a chance to resist. We'll all become vengeful spirits within that banner."

In the image.

Vermilion Bird Master forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.

He sat back on his throne, his eyes fixed on Ghost on the ground.

"Since he was teleported from that world, he must be carrying the karmic aura of that world."

Vermilion Bird Master's tone became cold and decisive.

"Gan Feng, Liu Mei, step back."

"I will personally perform the 'Seeking the Source of Ascendance' technique, and along the karmic thread on this useless body, I will deduce the spatial coordinates of that Douluo Continent!"

Gan Feng and Liu Mei exchanged glances and quickly and respectfully retreated to the edge of the great hall.

Vermilion Bird Master closed his eyes.

He raised his right hand, and his index finger drew a mysterious trajectory in the air.

His cultivation at the Great Perfection of the late Ascendance stage erupted without reservation at this moment.

The entire sky of Vermilion Bird Mountain instantly darkened.

Layers of heavy red clouds rolled in the sky, as if the end of the world had arrived.

A divine sense, so vast that it could not be described in words, centered on Vermilion Bird Master, transforming into an invisible giant net that instantly covered the entire Vermilion Bird Planet, even extending into the depths of the starry sky.

This divine sense, following the aura on Ghost's body, began to frantically search for that connection in the darkness.

On the Douluo Continent side.

Everyone held their breath, some even closed their eyes, despairingly awaiting the death sentence.

With the methods of such a terrifying mighty being, finding Douluo Continent by following the clues seemed to be an easy task.

One second, two seconds...

Time became incredibly long at this moment.

Inside the great hall of Vermilion Bird Mountain, Vermilion Bird Master's brows gradually furrowed.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, and his fingers trembled more and more violently in the air.

After another half an incense stick's worth of time.

"Hmm?"

Vermilion Bird Master suddenly let out a muffled groan.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with shock and disbelief.

He had used all his cultivation, even touching upon a trace of the laws of heaven and earth to deduce.

However, when his divine sense tried to cross the void along Ghost's karmic thread...

He hit a wall.

An invisible wall that could not be seen or touched, yet was indestructible.

Behind that wall was absolute nothingness.

It was as if the power that sent this person over had completely severed all karmic connections.

At his realm of Great Perfection of the late Ascendance stage, before that power, he was like a drop of water in a vast ocean, not even qualified to stir up a ripple.

"Cannot find..."

Vermilion Bird Master slowly lowered his arm, and the pressure within the great hall receded like a receding tide.

He tilted his head, gazing up at the dome of the hall, his eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.

"No coordinates, no causality."

"This place called Douluo Continent seems as if it does not exist within this starry sky."

Vermilion Bird Master's hands gripped the armrests of his throne tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"What kind of power is this, exactly?"

"It can ignore this old man's Ascending Peak divine sense, and even ignore the deductions of the Heavenly Dao laws."

The moment he collided with that invisible wall earlier, he had clearly felt a sense of profound powerlessness.

It was a kind of awe that only arises when facing a powerhouse of the Second Step—no, an existence far beyond the Second Step, at a level he could not even fathom.

Outside the Sky Screen.

The people of Douluo Continent all let out a long sigh of relief upon seeing the frustrated expression on Vermilion Bird Master's face.

On the playground of Shrek Academy, Oscar plopped down onto the ground, gasping for air.

"That scared the life out of me... I thought we were all going to be turned into soul banners by tomorrow."

Tang San wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking up at the massive light screen in the sky.

"It's the Sky Screen."

Tang San's tone was certain.

"The power behind the Sky Screen is far more formidable than that so-called Vermilion Bird Master."

"Since it has set the rule that we can return after surviving for one year, it will absolutely not allow anyone from the Renegade Immortal World to crawl their way over here."

Hearing Tang San's words, everyone felt slightly more at ease.

However, inside the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong's brows remained tightly locked.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the light screen, her voice laced with a lingering sense of worry.

"The Sky Screen has indeed protected the coordinates of Douluo Continent."

"But this also means that the only way for Vermilion Bird Master and the others to obtain souls from Douluo Continent now is to keep a close watch on those who have been transported there."

Bibi Dong's words made the enshrined elders in the great hall shiver.

Indeed.

Vermilion Bird Master could not find Douluo Continent.

But he now knew that Douluo Continent was a treasure trove.

If more people were transported there in the future, once their identities were exposed, their fate would be even more miserable than that of Ghost.

Furthermore, if any survivors managed to endure for a year and attempted to return with treasures, would those powerful cultivators hiding in the shadows set up an inescapable net to intercept them by force?

The image on the Sky Screen gradually dimmed amidst Vermilion Bird Master's solemn gaze.

Who would be the next to be selected?

And could the jade slip in Yu Xiaogang's hand truly open the path of hope for Douluo Continent to begin cultivation?

Meanwhile, within the Sky Screen on the other side.

Three days is but a flick of a finger in the Cultivation World.

But for those on Douluo Continent who stared at the Sky Screen every day, these three days felt longer than three years.

On Vermilion Bird Mountain, inside a red cave dwelling carved into the mountainside.

The walls of the dwelling were embedded with several night-luminescent pearls that emitted a soft glow, illuminating the interior brightly.

A faint scent of incense drifted through the air.

Liu Mei, dressed in her fire-red long dress, leaned lazily against a soft couch covered in white animal fur.

She held her feather fan in her hand, waving it gently, her gaze fixed ahead.