Sea God, Qian Daoliu Descends Upon the Renegade Immortal World!

Yue Guan fell to his knees with a heavy thud, his hands clawing desperately into the cold marble floor, oblivious to the fact that his fingernails had snapped off.

"Old Ghost..."

Yue Guan wailed, his cries tearing through the air with heart-wrenching agony.

He would have preferred to see Ghost devoured in a single bite by that Double-Headed Main Soul, a quick and painless end.

He could not bear to see his brother of several decades, with whom he had shared a life, reduced to a soul-eating demon just to survive.

From the moment Ghost took that first bite.

The Ghost Douluo of the Douluo Continent had already died.

What remained was merely a newborn monster inside the Soul Refining Sect's Soul Banner.

Bibi Dong sat upon her throne, her exquisite face drained of all color.

She closed her eyes, a single tear leaking from the corner of one.

Proud as she was, she felt a profound sense of powerlessness in this moment.

Within that artifact from a higher-dimensional world, even death had become a luxury; the corruption of the soul was the cruelest punishment of all.

On the screen.

Ghost finished devouring the mangled soul completely.

A faint surge of energy dissipated within his body, allowing his once-translucent form to regain a measure of solidity.

He released his grip and wiped the residual black mist from the corner of his mouth.

Ghost looked up, and those eyes that had once belonged to a human had now completely changed.

The whites of his eyes had turned ash-gray, and his pupils glowed with the same scarlet light as the malevolent spirits surrounding him.

The tears on his face had already dried.

As he looked out at the gray, hazy mist, the fear that had previously haunted his gaze was gone.

In its place was the greed of a hunter eyeing its prey.

He slowly sank into the shadows, beginning to prowl the edges of the mist of his own volition.

This time, he was no longer merely fleeing; he was searching for weaker remnant souls, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The alienation was complete.

Just as the spectators on the Douluo Continent believed that Ghost would continue to survive in this purgatory, the gray space within the Soul Banner suddenly shook violently.

"BOOM!"

A sound like thunder exploded across the entire expanse.

All the gray mist began to churn frantically, as if responding to a summons.

The vengeful spirits that had been slaughtering one another ceased their movements, all looking upward with eyes filled with instinctive awe and terror.

Ghost also halted his hunt, hiding behind a rock formed of condensed mist, and looked toward the sky.

A massive fissure suddenly tore open in the gray heavens.

A beam of dark red light shone down from the crack, striking the center of the space.

Immediately after, the hunched old man's sinister, raspy voice echoed down through the light, reverberating throughout the realm.

"Foreign enemies have breached the borders of my Soul Refining Sect. My children, the time has come for you to feast on flesh and blood!"

"Leave the banner for me, and kill!"

Following the hunched old man's command, the spatial rift expanded several times over.

A massive, irresistible suction force pulled in from outside the fissure.

This force was not meant to destroy them, but to unleash them!

The hundred thousand vengeful spirits in the space seemed to hear the most beautiful music in the world.

They let out ear-piercing shrieks, scrambling to transform into streaks of black light, surging madly toward the rift along the beam of dark red light.

Ghost was swept up among the countless spirits, his body pulled into the air by the uncontrollable suction.

His scarlet eyes reflected the scene beyond the rift.

It was a sky stained red by the fires of war.

Countless magnificent artifacts collided in mid-air, and the multicolored light of spells illuminated the night as if it were day.

On the ground, broken corpses and flowing blood were everywhere.

A sect war between cultivators!

The people of the Douluo Continent gasped in unison as they witnessed this sight.

They finally understood where the true terror of the Hundred Thousand Soul Banners lay.

These evil spirits, which had been raised to extreme ferocity by devouring one another within the flags, were nothing short of an unstoppable natural disaster for any living soul once unleashed.

Ghost surged out of the Soul Banners, following the beam of light.

The moment he touched the fresh air outside and caught the thick, pervasive scent of blood, his innate bloodlust was thoroughly ignited.

The image on the Sky Screen flickered violently the moment Ghost lunged toward a severely wounded low-level cultivator.

Then, a ripple like water spread across the center of the screen.

Just as everyone assumed the screen was about to go black, the image did not cease. Instead, it began to bleed outward slowly and smoothly, like ink on parchment.

The scene shifted within that spreading ink.

The view transitioned smoothly from the blood-soaked battlefield to a quiet place.

There were no shouts of slaughter here, no thunderous clashes of magical artifacts.

There was only the cool night breeze, blowing through the falling snow with a soft, rustling sound.

It was that same mortal city, buried in heavy snow.

In the backyard of the woodcarving shop, the snow had already risen above the ankles.

Yue Guan remained in his kneeling position in the snow, his hands covering his face, his shoulders heaving with silent sobs.

The sense of sorrow radiating from the woodcarving shop had not diminished; if anything, it had grown even more intense.

This sorrow was pure and clean, devoid of any malevolence from the cultivation world, yet it possessed a power that struck the heart more deeply than any magical artifact.

Enveloped by this state of mind, Yue Guan felt as though the soul power within him, which had just broken through to level ninety-six, was being infected by the emotion.

The phantom of his Extraordinary Velvet Chrysanthemum martial soul manifested behind him of its own accord.

Usually, this golden chrysanthemum radiated a sense of sharpness and nobility.

But now, amidst the falling snow and in the face of such extreme desolation, the golden petals of the flower slowly drooped.

The sharp aura that symbolized offense and defense peeled away from the martial soul bit by bit, like smoke scattered by the wind.

Yue Guan slowly raised his head, a look of sudden realization dawning on his tear-streaked face.

"I was wrong..."

Yue Guan looked at his martial soul in mid-air, his voice hoarse.

"Flowers are inherently delicate; they bloom in accordance with the seasons and wither when they defy them."

"I spent my life desperately forcing hard armor upon it and imbuing it with a killing edge, when in truth, I was violating its most fundamental nature."

Baptized by the "Extreme Emotion" Daoist state of Shopkeeper Wang, this Titled Douluo finally grasped the true essence of his martial soul.

As he reached this epiphany, the gold on the Extraordinary Velvet Chrysanthemum faded entirely, replaced by a crystalline, jade-white hue.

Though it lacked the sharp edge that once made others fear to look upon it, the martial soul now exuded an endless, resilient vitality, as if it could be buried by ice and snow yet still bloom again come spring.

The top powerhouses of the Douluo Continent watched the transformation of Yue Guan's martial soul, all falling into deep contemplation.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stroked his Seven Kill Sword, a bright light flashing in his eyes.

"Lay down the edge, follow the Great Dao..."

Chen Xin said softly, his tone filled with emotion.

"This Shopkeeper Wang is not only a hidden master of unfathomable power."

"He is a supreme grandmaster capable of enlightening others through his own state of mind."

After experiencing the extreme cruelty of the Soul Banners, this quiet woodcarving shop felt like a candle in the darkness, providing the people of Douluo with an unprecedented spiritual shock.

The cultivation world was not merely about killing and looting.

There was also this kind of tenderness and Great Dao that could resonate with heaven and earth.

Just as Yue Guan completed the transformation of his martial soul, the five screens of the Sky Screen suddenly flashed with a blinding red light!

Everyone was far too familiar with this red light.

It was the omen of a major event, or the signal that a new round of teleportation was about to begin!

But it had only been a day since the Fourth Batch of Explorers were teleported away!

It hadn't even reached the rest period stipulated by the Sky Screen.

That grand and cold voice, with an unquestionable majesty, instantly echoed across the skies of the entire Douluo Continent.

[Detected intense energy fluctuations in the Renegade Immortal World, world fusion process accelerated.]

[To adapt to the collision of high-dimensional laws, exploration rules are temporarily changed.]

[Fifth batch mandatory teleportation list is now open!]

[This selection will directly target the core destiny of the Douluo Continent, number of spots: three.]

As these lines of blood-red text appeared.

The entire Douluo Continent instantly fell into deathly silence, followed by an eruption of irrepressible panic.

Core destiny?

What did that mean? Were they going to take all the top figures of the Douluo Continent in one go?

In the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong stood up abruptly, her face ashen.

On Sea God Island, Bo Saixi gripped her scepter, her brow furrowed.

On the training grounds of Shrek Academy.

Tang San's heartbeat stopped for half a beat, and a strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body.

The countdown on the Sky Screen gave no one any chance to breathe.

Red light converged madly in mid-air.

The huge countdown numbers flickered repeatedly in the sky, each flicker like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of everyone on the Douluo Continent.

[30 seconds remaining until the fifth batch selection begins.]

The cold voice echoed in the air.

In Fasno Province, on the training grounds of Shrek Academy, the night wind blew, stirring up a gust of dust.

No one spoke.

Tang San stood at the forefront, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and along his cheeks, dripping onto the soil.

He clenched his fists.

"Core destiny..." Tang San repeated the words in his mind.

He had a very bad feeling.

In the past, the selections were random; anyone, whether a commoner, a soul master, or a soul beast, could be chosen.

But this time, the Sky Screen had directly changed the rules, locking its target onto those top figures with great destiny.

On the Douluo Continent, who dared to claim they were the core destiny?

The rulers of the two great empires? The sect leaders of the major sects? Or the peak powerhouses of Spirit Hall?

Or perhaps, a genius like him with twin spirits?

Tang San dared not think further. He turned to look at Xiao Wu beside him, his eyes full of worry.

Flender wiped the sweat from his face, his breathing becoming heavy.

"This is a big trouble," Flender sighed, his voice trembling slightly.

"If they take away all the pillars of our continent, how will we resist unknown dangers in the future?"

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong stood at the top of the steps, her scepter creaking in her grip.

Her beautiful eyes were now filled with gloom.

"Speed up the progress, core destiny..." Bibi Dong bit her red lips, her gaze fixed on the sky.

She had been planning for so many years to unify the continent, and she considered herself one of the most fortunate people on this continent.

If the Sky Screen chose her and sent her to the Cultivation World, where even Titled Douluo had to sweep floors and hundred-thousand-year soul beasts had to pull carts.

All her ambitions and aspirations would turn to nothing.

It was even unknown if she could survive the first day.

In the center of the grand hall, Qian Daoliu also had a solemn expression.

The peerless Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the light screen.

"What's coming, will come," Qian Daoliu murmured softly, as if comforting himself, or perhaps preparing himself mentally.

Sea God Island.

Bo Saixi stood beneath the Sea God Pillar, the sea breeze fluttering her red robe.

She raised her head, a deep helplessness showing on her beautiful face.

"Lord of the Sea..." Bo Saixi prayed silently in her heart.

"If the Sky Screen has truly chosen me, I beg you to protect the people of Sea God Island."

Across the entire continent, whether it was the bustling streets of Heaven Dou City, the heavily guarded imperial palace of the Star Luo Empire, or the remote villages.

Everyone felt an unprecedented suffocation under the oppressive countdown.

Time trickled by.

[Three.]

[Two.]

[One.]

[Countdown complete, list confirmed!]

Following this grand voice.

The blood-red light on the Sky Screen abruptly contracted, then split into three massive scrolls in mid-air.

Three clear lines of text, imbued with an unyielding majesty, slowly appeared before the billions of beings on the continent.

On the first screen.

[First: Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined Elder, Level Ninety-nine Titled Douluo, Qian Daoliu!]

As soon as this name was spoken.

The entire Spirit City erupted.

In the Pope Palace, several Enshrined Elders gaped in disbelief.

"The Great Enshrined Elder has been chosen!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo gasped, his steps faltering.

Qian Daoliu himself appeared relatively calm.

He looked at his name on the light screen, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

"It seems this old body of mine will have to make a journey to that Cultivation World."

Qian Daoliu turned, glancing at Bibi Dong standing on the steps, then his gaze swept towards the direction of the Douluo Hall, where his granddaughter Qian Renxue was.

"Very well, if I can find any opportunities in that world, perhaps I can help Xue'er."

Immediately after, the second screen lit up.

[Second: Outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest, plant-type soul beast, Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo!]

When everyone saw this line of text.

The entire continent fell into a brief stupor.

On the training grounds of Shrek Academy, Oscar rubbed his eyes, hardly believing what he was seeing.

"Ten... Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo?"

Oscar turned his head, looking at Tang San with a face full of confusion.

"Isn't this Solitary Bamboo just the most common weed soul beast by the roadside? It doesn't even have any attack power, you could crush it with a casual step."

"Didn't the Sky Screen say it was selecting people with core destiny? What kind of destiny does a ten-year-old bamboo represent?"

Tang San also frowned, shaking his head in puzzlement.

Everyone was bewildered by the sudden contrast from the Sky Screen.

One moment it was a Level Ninety-nine Titled Douluo, and the next it chose a ten-year-old broken bamboo.

The selection rules of this Sky Screen were practically a joke.

However, before everyone could make sense of this Solitary Bamboo matter.

The third screen, the largest one in the center, suddenly erupted with a dazzling blue-gold light.

This light was sacred, vast, carrying a divine aura that made one want to prostrate in worship.

A line of golden characters slowly coalesced within the light.

[Third: God Realm, First-Rank Deity, Sea God!]