Thought Imprint

Outside Suotuo City, in a desolate wilderness.

"Old Ghost, are you sure he's here?"

Outside a dilapidated temple stood two ghostlike figures. Chrysanthemum Pass held up an orchid finger, his slender, effeminate voice making it impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

Gui Mei beside him had vacant eyes and a blank expression as he stiffly nodded.

Just then, the temple doors were pushed open.

"Two elders of Spirit Hall, coming to find me in the middle of the night in this deserted wilderness. What business do you have with me?"

A handsome black-haired youth slowly walked out. Qin Moyu wore a smile, as though he had been waiting for them for quite some time.

At the same time, Soul Power abruptly surged from his body. His martial soul was silently released, and three Spirit Rings—purple, black, black—rose from beneath his feet!

Such an absurd Spirit Ring configuration, one that utterly overturned common sense, instantly left Chrysanthemum Pass outside the door dumbfounded. He subconsciously took half a step back, his entire body freezing.

"H-How is that possible?!"

Chrysanthemum Pass pinched his throat, his voice turning shrill and piercing as disbelief filled his face.

Hadn't the intelligence said Qin Moyu was merely an ordinary person without a martial soul or cultivation? Then what was with these three Spirit Rings before him, this heaven-defying configuration of two black and one purple?

Forget ordinary Soul Masters—even Spirit Hall's greatest geniuses could only gaze upon it from afar!

Could it be that he had awakened Twin Martial Souls?

Countless possibilities surfaced in Chrysanthemum Pass's mind. Then, he suddenly understood. No wonder Her Holiness the Pope had specifically sent the two of them to invite him.

Such a world-shocking talent was indeed worth Spirit Hall's every effort to recruit.

After recovering from his shock, Chrysanthemum Pass put away his usual affected manner, his expression becoming far more solemn.

"Young friend Qin Moyu, Her Holiness the Pope wishes to invite you to Spirit Hall as a guest. What do you think?"

A youth with such terrifying talent might have a considerable force backing him...

Old Ghost, why are you standing there like an idiot?

Chrysanthemum Pass frowned and secretly elbowed the motionless Gui Mei beside him, growing anxious inside.

Qin Moyu took in the entire scene. The faint smile on his face gradually faded, and his gaze abruptly turned cold as he said in an eerie tone, "An invitation personally extended by Spirit Hall truly flatters me."

With that, he stepped forward and said teasingly, "But what if I refuse?"

"No one has ever dared refuse an invitation from Spirit Hall!"

At those words, Chrysanthemum Pass's expression also cooled. A trace of hostility stained his effeminate face. "Young friend Qin Moyu, you may be young, but you possess such talent. I hope you will not ruin yourself."

"A chrysanthemum and a little ghost. What a big mouth you have!"

Qin Moyu sneered and looked down at the two of them indifferently. "Chrysanthemum Pass, it seems I overestimated you. Even now, you still haven't noticed that something is wrong?"

"Something is wrong? What do you mean..."

"Exactly what it sounds like!"

The next moment, Qin Moyu's eyes sharpened. He had already analyzed a portion of Finality's authority.

This power corresponded precisely to dominion over the laws of time and space, borrowing the power that belonged to his future self from the future timeline!

Herrscher of Sentience, all systems operating normally.

God bestowed wings upon me, granting me dominion over all hearts; I overturn dreams and reality, and crown myself king of the mind!

"Herrscher of Sentience! Grant you an inescapable false dream!"

He murmured softly, "Drown in the eternal kaleidoscopic illusion!"

Meanwhile, outside the ruined temple in the real world.

Chrysanthemum Pass and Gui Mei had long since frozen where they stood. The two Spirit Hall elders were stiff, their eyes hollow and unfocused.

From the very moment they entered this place, Qin Moyu had already used the power of the Herrscher of Sentience Divine Core to silently invade their spiritual seas.

The so-called conversation had all been part of the illusion. In Chrysanthemum Pass's illusion, only he and Qin Moyu had spoken; Gui Mei's illusion was the same.

Finality's authority gradually dissipated. Qin Moyu temporarily lost the empowerment of his future self, but during that time, he had already completed every arrangement.

Qin Moyu raised his eyes and coldly watched the two Title Douluo before him, who had completely become puppets.

After a moment, he took out a precisely constructed machine—the technology he had previously created by relying on the Herrscher of Sentience Divine Core's authority to manipulate human hearts.

"Thought Imprint." This was the technology Qin Moyu admired most.

This technology could preserve a person's personality and thought patterns while engraving an unshakable belief into their spiritual sea.

To put it crudely, the "Thought Imprint" was like a hypnotic phone. It directly bypassed logical thought, completely altering a person's beliefs, ensuring they would never question its reason or logic for the rest of their lives.

Even the most extreme love-brained fool would completely change sides after having their beliefs corrected by the "Thought Imprint"!

"Bibi Dong, it seems you have a diary too..."

Qin Moyu stroked the machine's icy surface and sneered inwardly.

He had expected the diary's contents to be exposed.

But what he had not expected was that the system had clearly told him that, as the diary's writer, he could write whatever he wanted without restraint. No one would dare pose a threat to him.

He just did not know what exactly that "dare not" meant.

Yet even so, Bibi Dong had still sent Chrysanthemum Pass and Gui Mei, two Spirit Hall elders, here to die.

Qin Moyu shook his head inwardly.

Sure enough, he could not understand the thought process of love-brained fools.

Perhaps she had rashly sent two Spirit Hall elders only because her emotions were unstable.

When a woman who put emotions above all else held the pinnacle of power, chaos throughout the land was inevitable.

But whether she had acted on impulse or deliberately laid a trap, from the moment Spirit Hall made a move against him, they had become enemies!

Qin Moyu carefully recalled the sensation from before. The future self's empowerment lasted less than a minute. Dealing with weakling Title Douluo like Chrysanthemum Pass and Gui Mei was effortless, but killing Bibi Dong under the watchful eyes of Qian Daoliu and Spirit Hall's other elders would still be somewhat difficult.

Friends who killed people often knew that slaughtering a pig was easy; handling the pig's social connections was hard.

He might as well play along and use the hands of the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo...

A conceited, love-brained woman probably would never imagine that her most loyal subordinates would betray her.

Qin Moyu then looked at Chrysanthemum Pass and Gui Mei, whose eyes were dull and vacant. The "Thought Imprint" in his hand silently lit up with a faint glow...

Better to be loyal to him than to Spirit Hall.

Spirit City.

Qin Moyu's hands were bound by shackles of Soul Power as he allowed the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo to escort him.

At this moment, all the Soul Power around him had dissipated. He looked like an ordinary Soul Master who had been completely subdued and was powerless to resist.

After passing through countless halls, they finally arrived at the power center of all Spirit City—the Papal Palace.

Upon the papal throne at the deepest part of the hall sat Bibi Dong. Her purple-gold papal robe trailed across the ground, and her dark violet eyes were cold and proud. Seated upon the papal throne, she radiated the authority of one who looked down upon all living beings.

The vast hall was empty, with no guards on watch.

At the same time, the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo escorted Qin Moyu into the center of the hall, their attitudes respectful.

After a moment of silence, Bibi Dong finally spoke, her imposing voice echoing throughout the entire hall:

"Insolence!"

"I ordered you two to go to Suotuo City and sincerely invite young friend Qin Moyu to Spirit Hall as a guest, to treat a worthy talent with courtesy. Yet you dared act on your own initiative, behaving so rashly and discourteously, forcibly restraining an honored guest. You have utterly disgraced Spirit Hall!"

As her words fell, Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly darkened. Feigning anger, she precisely unleashed her immense Soul Power pressure, deliberately avoiding the youth directly before her...