You probably won't have that chance

Outside the Pope Palace, as the trial concluded, representatives from various factions departed one after another.

Before the magnificent hall, only the convicted evil spirit masters remained, kneeling in a row, their spirit power sealed so tightly they could not move a muscle.

Just then, Lin Ze'an walked slowly out from within the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong said to Lin Ze'an, "This Seat has fulfilled my promise to you; the rest is up to you."

Lin Ze'an nodded and bowed, saying, "I respectfully see off Your Majesty the Pope."

Bibi Dong gave a hum, said nothing more, and turned to walk back into the Pope Palace.

Yue Guan walked to Lin Ze'an's side and reached out to pat his shoulder. "My disciple, just follow your heart. No matter what you do, your master will support you."

Hearing this, Lin Ze'an froze for a moment, then looked at Yue Guan and smiled. "Rest assured, Master, I know what I am doing."

Does Master seem different today?

But he soon understood why.

After absorbing the immortal herb, his master had gained a spirit domain, the Golden Stamen Heaven-Reaching Domain, and his spirit power was only a step away from level 97.

It was precisely because of this that the words "your master will support you" carried such extra conviction today.

After Yue Guan left, Lin Ze'an's gaze swept across the faces of the sinners, finally resting on the evil spirit master he loathed above all others: Gu Zhi.

It was this man who had attacked the village and cruelly murdered the villagers and his father.

He stood before Gu Zhi, lowered his head slightly, and said with a sigh, "I was once very lost. For a long time, I kept wondering."

"Should I kill you to take revenge, or should I respect life and let you face the judgment you deserve?"

Hearing this, Gu Zhi glanced up at Lin Ze'an, not understanding what he meant.

"However..." Lin Ze'an thought for a moment and continued, "On second thought, some things don't necessarily require slaughter."

"Heh!" Gu Zhi sneered, lifting his head with a face full of disdain. "I know who you are now."

"You're that little spirit sect's son they keep talking about, aren't you?"

"Who would have thought? I only killed an ant, yet I'd end up falling into the hands of a little thing like you!"

He struggled to stand, but the seal on his spirit power forced him to remain slumped, only able to tilt his head up. "You think you're something special? You just got lucky!"

"How could someone with your talent understand us? The agony of being unable to improve because of limited potential!"

"If you hadn't joined Spirit Hall, what right would you have to stand before me and say these things?"

Listening to his words, Lin Ze'an shook his head, his emerald eyes reflecting the man's twisted face. "Is the truth really as you say?"

After Gu Zhi was captured, his file had been delivered along with him.

Born in Soto City, innate spirit power level 9, spirit: Devil Bat.

With such talent, he was a genius among the best on the entire Douluo Continent.

Whether it was Spirit Hall or any other sect, anyone would have nurtured him well had he joined them.

Yet, he had still chosen to walk this path.

"You are right, I cannot understand you."

"But why must you impose your so-called suffering onto others?"

"Your talent was already above countless others; why were you not satisfied?"

"Those people you slaughtered, how innocent were they?"

"They had no grudges against you, never harmed you, and had never even seen your face."

"Yet you used their blood to satisfy your twisted desires."

Why must you use the blood of others to warm yourself?

Gu Zhi snorted coldly. "What's done is done. Even in Slaughter City, I could carve out a place for myself."

Watching him, Lin Ze'an sighed softly and looked up at the sky. "Forget it, there is no point in saying more."

"Carve out a place in Slaughter City? I'm afraid you won't have that chance."

After the previous incident, and since obtaining his third spirit ring, he had become capable of unleashing large-scale skills.

Under Gu Zhi's disdainful gaze, Lin Ze'an slowly raised both hands, and rich life force surged from within his body.

His feet slowly left the ground, and he rose into the air, hovering in mid-flight.

This sight stunned everyone present.

A Spirit Grandmaster, actually capable of flight through his own power?

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Mo Ruier and her partner, Glass, slowly manifested behind Lin Ze'an.

Purple, purple, and black—three spirit rings appeared beneath his feet.

Seeing this, the previously arrogant evil spirit master was instantly struck dumb, his legs going weak as he collapsed backward.

How is this possible? What kind of spirit is this? How could anyone have such a terrifying spirit ring configuration...

The surrounding palace guards also widened their eyes, staring at the scene in disbelief.

"No... this is impossible..." Gu Zhi muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief. "Level thirty... how could it be possible to have a ten-thousand-year spirit ring..."

Why is his luck so good? Why him!

Lin Ze'an ignored the shocked crowd below. His emerald eyes lit up as he raised both hands, palms facing upward.

In an instant, the sky underwent a sudden transformation!

The previously clear sky was instantly stained with the green of life, and thick clouds began to churn, slowly converging into a massive vortex.

Before long, the entire Spirit City was shrouded in its shadow.

That vortex rotated slowly in the sky, resembling a colossal wheel of life.

After returning to the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong had originally intended to summon Hu Liena.

But before she could even issue the order, she was stunned, for as time passed, an increasingly dense aura of life began to permeate the hall.

"Lin Ze'an? What is he doing?"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart, and rose to walk outside the Pope Palace.

But the moment she stepped out, her gaze was drawn to the anomaly in the sky.

After a moment of bewilderment, she looked at Lin Ze'an in mid-air with disbelief.

What is this? Lin Ze'an is only a level thirty Spirit Grandmaster; how could he create such a massive commotion?

On the other side, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, who had been invited to attend, had only just walked a short distance when they sensed the abnormality in the sky.

Both men looked up abruptly, staring at the green vortex that blanketed Spirit City.

"Uncle Sword, this..." Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Sword Douluo beside him, his voice filled with shock.

What is Spirit Hall trying to do? First they held a trial and made the Six-Winged Angel reappear, and now they are causing a scene like this?

Sword Douluo was also somewhat dazed, looking back toward the direction of the Pope Palace at the center of the vortex.

"This celestial phenomenon..." Sword Douluo frowned, a rare look of gravity appearing on his face.

He circulated his spirit power slightly, carefully sensing the aura emanating from the sky.

But no matter how he tried, he could only perceive a dense aura of life and a faint, lingering sense of oppression.