Nascent Soul Stage Flood Dragon!

As the majestic voice from the heavens faded, the entire Douluo Continent erupted in uproar.

Spirit Hall, Papal Hall.

Within the magnificent grand hall, the solemn atmosphere caused by Su Yuntao's death had now been replaced by a strange feeling.

The many red-robed bishops and platinum bishops standing on either side of the hall exchanged bewildered looks.

Bibi Dong sat upon the papal throne, her brows slightly furrowed.

Her slender fingers lightly tapped against the armrest as her gaze lingered on the figure on the screen, already walking away with his back turned.

"So this is the chosen one of the cultivation world?"

There was a trace of doubt in Bibi Dong's voice.

She had seen far too many geniuses.

Spirit Hall's Golden Generation—every one of them was extraordinarily gifted. The men were handsome and imposing, while the women possessed beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.

They all carried the pride and radiance unique to geniuses.

Yet this young man named Han Li in the image had dark skin and an utterly ordinary face. He could even be called somewhat rustic.

If he were tossed onto the streets of Soto City, probably no one would spare him a second glance.

Someone like him actually bore the immense fortune of an entire cultivation world?

At her side, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan twirled a golden chrysanthemum between his fingers and said mockingly, "Your Holiness, it seems this so-called Mortal Cultivation World is nothing special after all."

"I thought the chosen one would be some peerless prodigy who caused heavenly phenomena the moment he appeared and could summon divine dragons with a wave of his hand."

"But it turned out to be a fellow who looks like some country bumpkin?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo himself cared immensely about appearance and pomp.

In his eyes, how could the protagonist of an era look so ordinary, without even a decent set of clothes?

"And look at how he fought just now."

Chrysanthemum Douluo toyed with the flower in his hand, his tone growing ever more disdainful.

"When he encountered a level twenty-six Great Soul Master, his first reaction was actually to hide behind a tree."

"After winning, he not only rummaged through the dead man's clothes for valuables, but even burned the corpse afterward and scattered the ashes."

"This style of conduct is practically that of a sewer rat. Where is the grandeur and dignity a chosen one should possess?"

Hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's assessment, quite a few of Spirit Hall's higher-ups nodded in agreement.

When soul masters on Douluo Continent sparred, they valued open and honorable combat. Even in fights to the death, most would clash head-on.

Han Li's bone-deep caution, to the point of seeming somewhat furtive, truly did not fit their definition of a strong person.

Ghost Douluo stood in the shadows. Though he said nothing, he too gave a slight shake of his head.

He felt that the heavenly screen's evaluation this time was rather undeserved.

Listening to her subordinates' discussion, Bibi Dong slowly withdrew her gaze.

"Perhaps it is precisely because that world is too cruel that it breeds people with such temperaments."

Although Bibi Dong felt that Han Li's methods were somewhat beneath notice, she did not completely lower her guard.

What truly concerned her was the final statement made by the heavenly screen.

In the future, he might ascend to the Immortal Realm and reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao.

The Immortal Realm.

That unremarkable dark-faced boy actually had the qualifications to touch such a level?

"No matter how unimpressive he may be now, since the heavenly screen says he has the potential to ascend to the Immortal Realm, that means the upper limit of that world is far higher than we imagined."

Having said that, Bibi Dong rose to her feet and looked down at everyone in the hall.

"Pass down the order. From now on, whenever the heavenly screen shows anything related to Han Li, it must all be recorded and his every action carefully analyzed."

"I want to see exactly how a country bumpkin reaches the pinnacle of the Great Dao."

Meanwhile.

Balak Kingdom, outside Soto City.

On Shrek Academy's training grounds, the atmosphere was somewhat different from that in Spirit Hall.

"Hahaha, this is killing me."

The Evil Fire Phoenix, Ma Hongjun, clutched his stomach and pointed at the screen in the air as he burst into laughter.

"This is the chosen one of a higher-dimensional world? With that face, even I, Fatty, could crush him without breaking a sweat!"

Oscar stroked his chin, putting on a profound expression.

"Looks like the cultivation world's feng shui isn't very good at raising people."

"If all chosen sons of destiny looked like this, then if I went to the cultivation world, wouldn't I be able to become a sect master just by relying on my face?"

The Shrek Seven Monsters' remarks made several teachers nearby unable to suppress their laughter.

Dai Mubai crossed his arms over his chest, his golden hair drifting gently in the breeze.

As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he was born with the sense of superiority possessed by those in high positions.

"Ordinary looks would be one thing, but the key is that neither his talent nor his strength seems particularly outstanding."

Dai Mubai shook his head, his tone filled with disdain.

"He only barely managed to trick a level twenty-six Great Soul Master to death by relying on a few lousy talismans and a shield that could turn corners."

"If I were up against him, once I activated my White Tiger Vajra Transformation, I wouldn't care whether it was some light barrier or iron shield—I'd smash it to pieces with one slap."

Dai Mubai's words voiced the thoughts of everyone at Shrek.

They were students of a monster academy.

Every one of them was a genius found once in ten thousand.

Compared to the overly cautious Han Li in the image, they believed they were the true favored children of heaven.

Yu Xiaogang stood before the group. The confidence that had been shaken by the Eternal Spring Technique had somehow miraculously recovered quite a bit.

With his hands behind his back, he cleared his throat and began another lengthy speech.

"You're right."

"The upper limit of a world often depends on the quality of that world's chosen sons of destiny."

Yu Xiaogang pointed at the screen, looking as though he were discussing the affairs of the world.

"This Han Li, whether judged by bone age or energy fluctuations, is already an adult, yet his strength is only at that level."

"Moreover, the methods he used mostly relied on external objects, rather than fundamental power cultivated from within himself."

"What does that tell us?"

Yu Xiaogang swept his gaze around the room before delivering his conclusion.

"It tells us that although that cultivation world has some strange tricks we have never seen before, its pool of talent is actually extremely lacking."

"The fact that someone with such mediocre aptitude could be chosen as a son of destiny is enough to prove that the innate talent of that world's native beings is far inferior to the soul masters of our Douluo Continent."

Upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's analysis, everyone at Shrek nodded repeatedly, feeling that the master's reasoning made perfect sense.

Even Tang San silently agreed in his heart.

Standing behind the crowd, he reached out and touched the Twenty-Four Bridge Bright Moon Night at his waist.

Looking at Han Li's information on the screen, a faint, indistinct curve appeared at the corner of Tang San's lips.

"A chosen son of destiny?"

Tang San sneered inwardly.

He had transmigrated with every supreme art of the Tang Sect from his previous life.

The Mysterious Heaven Technique, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Purple Demon Eye, Control the Crane, Capture the Dragon.

Coupled with his innate full soul power and the ultimate setup of twin martial souls.

That was the treatment a true protagonist should have, wasn't it?

The so-called spells and talismans Han Li used in the image seemed to Tang San to be roughly comparable to the Tang Sect's mechanical hidden weapons.

They were even less concealed than his hidden weapons.

"If one day, I can enter that world too..."

"I'll let the people of that world know what a true hidden weapon is, and what a true genius is."

"As for this Han Li, he's merely an ordinary person with slightly better luck. He doesn't deserve to be called a chosen son of destiny at all."

At the same time, above the Ninth Heavens beyond mortal reach.

Douluo God Realm.

Within this grand palace floating deep in the sea of clouds, the five God Kings rarely gathered together.

Yet today, several phantom figures radiating terrifying pressure sat around the enormous round table at the center of the great hall.

The very air within the hall seemed to have frozen solid.

The Shura God sat in the seat of honor, his red eyes gazing through layers of clouds at the scene in the sky.

"Ascend to the Immortal Realm..."

Beside him, the Sea God held a golden trident, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Shura, did you notice that phrase as well?"

There was an almost imperceptible irritation in the Sea God's voice.

As the rulers of the Douluo God Realm.

They usually looked down upon the lower realms, watching those mortals struggle desperately to become gods, their hearts filled with the superiority of divine beings.

In their minds, the Douluo God Realm was the pinnacle of the universe.

God Kings were supreme existences.

But this inexplicable heavenly screen had presented them with a so-called Immortal Realm.

And judging by what the screen showed, that mortal who looked like a mud-legged peasant would actually be able to reach that place in the future.

It was tantamount to telling them—

Above the Douluo God Realm, there existed a world of an even higher dimension.

How could the lofty gods possibly accept that?

"Utterly ridiculous."

The God of Destruction snorted coldly, purple-black destructive intent faintly surging around him.

"A mere ant playing with fireballs in the lower realm, who has not even touched the threshold of divine power, dares to speak of reaching the summit of the Great Dao?"

"It would have been one thing for this Mortal Cultivation World to put up a screen and play tricks, but it even had the nerve to fabricate an Immortal Realm."

The God of Destruction looked at Han Li as though he were looking at an insect attempting to defy the heavens.

"If he truly appeared in the God Realm, I would need only lift a finger to make his soul and spirit perish."

The Evil God also smiled and shook his head.

"Destruction is right."

"This brat has mediocre talent and an ordinary body. Even if he were given a hundred thousand years, he still would not cultivate to the realm of godhood."

"Much less ascend."

"Let us keep watching."

The Shura God withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

"I would like to see just what this so-called cultivation world is capable of."

"And see what waves this new batch of chosen people can stir up in this world."

As the God Kings fell silent, the Douluo God Realm returned to quiet once more, with only the sea of clouds rolling soundlessly.

Meanwhile, above Douluo Continent, the enormous screen had completely shifted its view.

The image became clear again.

Shi Nian, the vice dean of Canghui Academy, was currently standing on a desolate island covered in black reefs.

The sea wind, laden with heavy moisture, rushed toward him.

This was not inland, but an unfamiliar expanse of boundless sea, its waters a deep blue.

The Chaotic Star Sea.

This dangerous region of the Mortal Cultivation World, famed for its chaos and abundance of demonic beasts, had welcomed a seven-ringed Soul Sage from Douluo Continent.

Shi Nian's face was somewhat pale at the moment, but a cold, sinister smile hung at the corners of his mouth.

At his feet lay three cultivator corpses, sprawled in different directions and dressed in different clothing.

All three had cultivation at the early Foundation Establishment stage.

They had originally been rogue cultivators who had set out together to hunt low-level demonic beasts at sea. By chance, they passed this desolate island and discovered Shi Nian alone, with strange energy fluctuations around him, and so they conceived the idea of killing him for his treasures.

In the end, they suffered a crushing defeat.

"Hehe, these are cultivators?"

Shi Nian put away his Remnant Dream Martial Soul, which was wreathed in multicolored mist, then walked over and kicked one of the corpses twice.

"They possess considerable energy, yet their spiritual power is as fragile as a sheet of paper."

"Inside this old man's Remnant Dream Illusion, did they not obediently slaughter one another?"

Shi Nian's eyes were full of contempt.

The battle just now had actually been very brief.

Just as the three Foundation Establishment cultivators were preparing to activate their magical artifacts, Shi Nian directly unleashed his seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Body.

The moment the Remnant Dream Domain opened—

Those lowly rogue cultivators, who had achieved nothing in spiritual sense cultivation, instantly fell into their deepest nightmares. They mistook their companions for mortal enemies and used flying swords to stab one another straight through the heart.

This battle caused Shi Nian's confidence to swell to unprecedented heights.

Seeing this, the viewers on Douluo Continent also cried out in amazement.

"As expected of Vice Dean Shi Nian!"

"He is a Soul Sage with level seventy-two soul power. Dealing with a few low-level cultivators is effortless for him."

Within Canghui Academy in Heaven Dou City, a group of teachers and students erupted into excited cheers.

The frustration Su Yuntao had felt at being solo-killed by Han Li was finally avenged through Shi Nian.

Even Bibi Dong in Spirit Hall gave a slight nod.

"Shi Nian's Remnant Dream Martial Soul is indeed rare, specializing in the spiritual domain."

"It seems that although those low-level cultivators possess powerful spells, their mental defenses are a fatal weakness."

Everyone seemed to think that as long as a soul master's rank was high enough, they could still run rampant in this so-called cultivation world.

However, just as Shi Nian crouched down, preparing to imitate Han Li and loot the storage bags from the three cultivators—

A sudden change occurred.

The previously calm sea abruptly began to churn violently.

A terrifying pressure that made it hard to breathe surged up from the deep sea, instantly enveloping an area of sea hundreds of miles across!

The clouds overhead visibly turned pitch-black.

Countless thick bolts of silver lightning streaked through the clouds like swimming dragons.

"What's going on?"

Shi Nian abruptly straightened, his expression changing drastically.

He felt as though a massive mountain were pressing down on him, making even breathing incomparably difficult.

He had only ever felt such pressure from a Titled Douluo he had once encountered in his early years—no, this was ten times more terrifying!

Rumble!

Accompanied by an ear-splitting clap of thunder, the seawater before the barren island exploded, forming a massive whirlpool several hundred meters in diameter.

Immediately afterward, a colossal creature slowly rose from the whirlpool.

It was a terrifying giant beast more than a hundred zhang long.