Great Light Heavenly God Scripture, Boundless Great Light!

Seeing that the bald middle-aged man bore a sixty to seventy percent resemblance to Guanglong, Tang Wulin immediately recognized him as Guang Biao, the captain of the East Sea City Mecha Brigade and Guanglong's older brother—the man Xie Xie had mentioned.

Behind the mecha brigade, Tang Wulin saw the crowd being evacuated.

"So everyone from the station was moved here. How did they manage that?"

Tang Wulin recalled the uncle who had saved them and immediately found the answer.

"Why are they here?"

Guanglong was rather surprised to see Tang Wulin and Xie Xie among the people who had emerged.

"You know them?" Guang Biao looked curiously at his younger brother.

"Yeah." Guanglong nodded. "Brother, one of those kids is a boy from the Xie Family. The other is the gifted Soul Master with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul that I told you about."

After hearing his brother's words, Guang Biao grew even more curious.

Neither the Xie Family's heir nor a nine-year-old Blue Silver Grass Soul Grandmaster could possibly have drawn the attention of an evil Soul Master at the level of a Titled Douluo.

Therefore, the key to this incident involving the evil Soul Master had to lie with those two adults. Yet they appeared to be ordinary civilians from humble backgrounds. What could they possibly have developed that was worth the Evil Spirit Cult dispatching a Dark Four Heavenly Kings-level evil Soul Master to capture them personally?

Inside a temporarily erected canopy, Tang Ziran, Lang Yue, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie sat on chairs while Nana Li personally questioned them and took their statements.

Of the four, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were only nine-year-old children. The ones who truly needed to give statements were Tang Ziran and Lang Yue.

Nana Li used the soul-guided equipment she carried with her to scan their fingerprints, and the soul-guided screen immediately displayed their corresponding information.

Tang Ziran... Mecha Manufacturer at the Research Institute... Lang Yue... Pharmacist at the Research Institute...

Nana Li took in the information at a glance, then let her gaze fall upon Tang Ziran and Lang Yue's clothes. They were from ordinary brands, washed very cleanly, though their colors had faded somewhat.

It seemed they had unavoidable reasons for concealing their identities. But what exactly had this couple researched that the Evil Spirit Cult had sent an evil Soul Master of the Dark Four Heavenly Kings to capture them in person?

Nana Li's curiosity was thoroughly stirred, and she began the routine questioning.

Outside the canopy, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, having finished their brief statements, looked into the distance. Two black figures were steadily growing larger in their eyes. As they drew closer, the two boys made out their faces.

"Teacher Wu! Teacher Long! Why are you here?"

Shock filled Tang Wulin and Xie Xie's eyes. They had never expected Teacher Wu and Teacher Long to be the legendary Battle Armor Masters!

Teacher Long was a Soul Sage, and they had already seen that during practical combat training. But they had never expected Teacher Wu to be a Soul Douluo. Eight pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul rings circled his body, creating an overwhelmingly shocking sight.

Of course, what shocked them most was the magnificent Battle Armor worn by the two teachers. Teacher Wu's Battle Armor was the more splendid of the two, an imposing sky blue; Teacher Long's was somewhat less extravagant, but its platinum-white color was equally noble.

"Are you two all right?" The moment Wu Changkong and Long Bing landed, they rushed over and asked with concern. "The instant we received word, we hurried here. It's fortunate that you're both safe."

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were students of East Sea Academy, so East Sea Academy was naturally included on the notification list. The Xie Family had also received the notice, but the Xie Family head could not travel as quickly as Wu Changkong and Long Bing. He was still on his way in a mecha.

"Sorry for making the academy and our teachers worry." After politely finishing his words, Tang Wulin looked at Teacher Long's face and suddenly remembered something. "Teacher Long, the person who saved us was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He resembles you somewhat. Could he be related to you?"

Long Bing froze for a moment, then smiled. "Student Wulin, could the man you mean be named Long Yuheng?"

When Tang Wulin and Xie Xie nodded together, she continued, "He is my father. His title is Windshadow. He is a powerful Titled Douluo and serves as the head of the Spirit Pagoda's Inspection Department. I imagine Father came to East Sea City to visit me, happened to encounter the evil Soul Master incident, and stepped in to save you."

"But... Teacher, your martial souls..."

"Your martial souls are different, right?" Long Bing explained patiently. "My father's martial soul is a hummingbird, while my mother's is the Prismatic Ice Mirror. I inherited my mother's martial soul."

His parents' martial souls... Tang Wulin's heart jolted.

He suddenly realized that he did not know what his father and mother's martial souls were. They had never mentioned their own martial souls, and he had never asked.

So was Dad's martial soul Blue Silver Grass? Or was Mom's? Did I inherit my Blue Silver Grass martial soul from Dad? Or from Mom?

"It's a decoy!"

Long Yuheng stared at the dead Dark Gold Bat corpse before him, his brows tightly furrowed.

The Dark Count was not as fast as he was, but he had used the Dark Gold Nine-Headed Bat's special soul skill to divide himself into nine. Nine Dark Gold Bats, each with a single head, fled in nine separate directions.

He could not determine whether one of the nine Dark Gold Bats was the true body and the other eight were decoys, or whether all nine were decoys, with the true body able to switch freely between them.

At the same time, by the coast, the Dark Count stared grimly at the burly middle-aged man before him, dressed in a pure white clerical robe. His powerful muscles stretched the loose robe taut. He was none other than Dai Mao, the cardinal bishop of Holy East Sea Church.

"Dark Count, I have long heard of you."

A serene smile filled Dai Mao's face.

He stepped forward, and holy radiance seemed to descend from heaven, scattering over him like fluttering petals. Behind him, an illusory figure with indistinct features slowly took shape, a halo turning behind its head as though a living Heavenly God had descended into the mortal world.

"Heavenly God Manifestation! How is this possible?!"

Never before had the Dark Count been so shaken. His blood-red eyes trembled violently as he could not believe what he was seeing.

Only by cultivating the Great Light Heavenly God Scripture to the peak of the ninth level could one condense the Heavenly God Manifestation. And the prerequisite for reaching the peak of the ninth level was for the cultivator's own cultivation to reach the rank of Limit Douluo!

"Dai Mao, you hid yourself well!"

"Everyone believes that Dai Mao Douluo, one of the Holy Spirit Cult's twenty-four cardinal bishops, is a level ninety-six Titled Douluo. Who could have imagined that your true cultivation is actually that of a Limit Douluo?!"

"You flatter me, Count." Dai Mao's expression remained calm as he spoke. "I have merely come under orders to suppress you. Please surrender without resistance."

With that, he formed hand seals with both hands. The Heavenly God Manifestation behind him made the same movements. Space began to twist, and the azure sea behind him seemed to transform into an ocean of light as a tsunami came crashing down with the force of mountains collapsing.

Only pure white light remained in the Dark Count's eyes. With a gentle sweep of the boundless ocean of light, his tiny body vanished without a trace.

This was the ultimate profundity of the Great Light Heavenly God Scripture—Boundless Great Light!