This Time, Douluo Continent Had No Standard Answer (Finale)

Three years later.

Behind Nuoding Academy.

A young man moved swiftly through the forest.

His figure darted left and right, his footsteps completely silent.

Ahead, a Hundred-Year Soul Beast had just turned its head when Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground, instantly binding its limbs.

The young man raised his hand.

A small black hammer fell into his palm.

He did not strike immediately.

"Teacher, this Soul Beast's Soul Power is declining."

The young man looked toward a tree not far away.

"Keep observing."

Xu Zhou sat there with an ordinary Soul Beast guidebook in his hands.

Three years had passed, yet his Soul Power had only risen by two levels.

Level thirty-seven.

That pace was not slow among ordinary Soul Masters, but compared with geniuses possessing top-tier Martial Souls and family resources, it truly was not outstanding.

However, his Luo Sanpao had completely changed.

It was still not very large.

Yet two short horns had grown from its head, and a layer of golden scales now covered its body.

Most absurdly, it had learned to open doors by itself.

"Luo luo!"

Luo Sanpao ran over from afar with a carrot in its mouth.

It placed the carrot by Xu Zhou's feet, then called out toward the young man in the forest.

"I know."

Xu Zhou closed his book.

"Tang San, finish the battle."

"Understood."

The black hammer in the young man's hand came down.

Boom!

The Hundred-Year Soul Beast collapsed to the ground.

There was no exaggerated surge of Soul Power.

Nor did any mysterious force descend.

Tang San sat cross-legged and began absorbing the Soul Ring.

Xu Zhou sat to one side and continued watching their surroundings.

The Douluo Continent of today was already completely different from three years ago.

The chaos brought by the transmigrators had not vanished immediately.

Some had lost their memories but still retained much of their past-life knowledge, and began researching Soul Tools.

Some gave up fighting over opportunities and instead established academies.

Some, unable to accept reality after losing their memories, chose to hide in the deep mountains.

Another group still firmly believed they had once possessed knowledge of the so-called correct future.

They formed different organizations.

Some wanted to restore the script.

Some wanted to find the Second Door.

Some wanted to gather all transmigrators together again.

Even now, people were still searching for Xu Zhou.

Because they believed Xu Zhou was the only one who had retained all his memories.

But in truth, Xu Zhou had not retained everything.

After the black booklet was thrown into the old well, he lost the vast majority of his Destiny Lines.

He retained only the memories related to himself.

As well as everything that had happened inside the Second Door.

That made him feel much more at ease.

At least now, he no longer had to guess every day who would become an enemy, nor did he have to agonize over who an Immortal Herb or Spirit Bone should belong to.

Destiny had been returned to everyone's own hands.

That was enough.

"Teacher."

Tang San opened his eyes.

A Yellow Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet.

"Finished absorbing it?"

"Yes. My Soul Power has risen to level twenty-one."

"What's the Soul Skill?"

"Blue Silver Prison."

Tang San extended his hand.

The Blue Silver Grass around them grew rapidly, forming a cage in the blink of an eye.

Xu Zhou circled the cage once.

"The control effect is good."

"I also added changes to the roots."

Tang San pointed at the ground.

"On the surface, they're only vines. The real attack will come from underground."

"Not bad."

Xu Zhou nodded.

"But the weakness is also obvious."

"The Soul Power consumption is too high?"

"That's one of them."

Xu Zhou tapped the ground.

"You're too used to calculating everything perfectly. That makes it easy for you to overlook changes in the moment."

Tang San glanced at him.

"Teacher, are you talking about me, or yourself?"

Xu Zhou's face darkened.

"When have I ever overlooked changes in the moment?"

"Inside the Second Door, that monster clearly tricked you."

"I did that on purpose."

"You almost agreed to stay."

"That was strategic hesitation."

"I see."

Tang San nodded.

"Then I understand."

"What do you understand?"

"Whenever Teacher says he did something on purpose, it usually means he didn't react in time."

"Tang San."

"Yes?"

"Extra training today."

Tang San's expression finally changed.

"Teacher, this disciple has just broken through to level twenty-one."

"That's exactly why you need extra training."

"Then may I refuse?"

"You can."

"Really?"

"You can refuse, and then I'll triple your training."

Tang San fell silent.

A moment later, he quietly walked toward the forest.

"Teacher, this disciple suddenly feels that extra training is not entirely unacceptable."

Xu Zhou could not help laughing as he watched his back.

Over the past three years, Tang San had grown quickly.

His Blue Silver Grass had become tougher than before, and his Soul Skills no longer relied entirely on so-called standard answers.

As for the Clear Sky Hammer, he still had not added any Soul Rings to it.

It was not because Xu Zhou had stopped him.

It was a choice Tang San had made himself.

"First, I'll thoroughly understand Blue Silver Grass."

Those were Tang San's own words.

"When I truly need the Clear Sky Hammer, I'll add Soul Rings to it then."

Xu Zhou had no objection to that.

Different Martial Souls naturally required different paths.

And without a script, Tang San's growth was a little slower, but far more solid.

He no longer became arrogant in advance because he knew the future, nor did he develop killing intent too early simply because certain people were destined to become enemies.

That was what Xu Zhou truly wanted to teach him.

"Teacher Xu."

A voice suddenly came from outside the forest.

Xu Zhou turned around.

A woman wearing a Spirit Hall uniform stood not far away.

She held a letter in her hand.

"Someone asked me to give this to you."

Xu Zhou accepted the letter and opened it for a glance.

There was only one sentence in the letter.

[If no one remembers the future, then who will ensure that the continent does not head toward its original ending again?]

There was no name signed below it.

After reading it, Xu Zhou handed the letter to Tang San.

Tang San gave it a quick look.

"It makes a fair point."

"You think so too?"

"At least it sounds more human than that red crystal."

"Then how do you plan to answer?"

Tang San crumpled the letter into a ball.

"No one can guarantee it."

He raised his head and looked toward the distant sky.

"That's why everyone needs to do it themselves."

Xu Zhou smiled.

"Well said."

However, the Spirit Hall woman looked somewhat hesitant.

"Teacher Xu, do you truly not intend to tell them about the Second Door?"

"Tell who?"

"All the transmigrators."

"What would they do after learning about it?"

The woman did not answer.

Xu Zhou answered for her.

"Some would want to open it again. Some would want to seize the power inside. Others would turn the existence of the Second Door into a new script."

"The truth is not better simply because more people know it."

"Some things are better left in the past."

The woman lowered her head.

"But what if someone has already found clues?"

Xu Zhou raised his eyes.

"Who?"

"A man who claimed to be from the future."

"He knew the location of the Second Door, and he knew you still retained your memories."

"He wanted to see you."

"Let him come."

"You're not afraid?"

"Afraid of what?"

Xu Zhou rose to his feet.

"Afraid he knows a future that even I don't know?"

Tang San clenched the small black hammer and stepped to Xu Zhou's side.

"Teacher, what if he attacks us?"

"Then hit back."

"What if we can't beat him?"

"Run."

Tang San froze.

Xu Zhou patted him on the shoulder.

"Remember, staying alive is more important than saving face."

"But didn't you say before that Soul Masters must have dignity?"

"Dignity depends on the situation."

Xu Zhou looked at the Spirit Hall woman.

"Besides, if we can win, then of course we fight."

"If you can't win and still stand there waiting to be beaten, that isn't dignity. That means there's something wrong with your brain."

Tang San nodded seriously.

"Teacher makes sense."

The woman looked at the teacher and disciple, unsure what to say for a moment.

Just then, a commotion rose from beyond the back mountain.

Several students ran up along the mountain path.

They held freshly printed flyers in their hands.

"Come take a look!"

"The Soul Master Academy Exchange Tournament is about to begin!"

"I heard Heaven Dou City has sent over lots of geniuses!"

"Some people are even saying that a true divine inheritance will appear this year!"

"What's so special about a divine inheritance?"

One of the students was practically bursting with excitement.

"I heard there's a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master who could defeat a level-thirty Soul Master at level twenty-one!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

"Where did you hear that?"

"It says so on the flyer!"

"Then who printed the flyer?"

"No idea."

The students' voices gradually faded into the distance.

Xu Zhou and Tang San exchanged a glance.

"It's started again."

Tang San picked up the flyer from the ground.

There was no Soul Master's name on it.

There was only one huge line of text.

[Who says Blue Silver Grass cannot become the strongest Martial Soul?]

"Teacher."

Tang San raised his head.

"Are we going?"

"We're going."

"Why?"

"Didn't you want to participate?"

"I did."

"Then participate."

Xu Zhou turned and headed down the mountain.

"This time, no one will tell you which path you should take."

"You choose for yourself."

Tang San gripped the flyer and hurried after him.

The setting sun fell across their shadows.

One tall, one short.

One in front, one behind.

They walked down Nuoding Academy's stone steps, toward the distant continent that was still in chaos, yet truly belonged to them.

Behind them.

A bell rang out from the direction of Holy Soul Village.

A faint ripple spread across the surface of the old well at the village entrance.

A black book lay at the bottom of the well.

Its cover remained blank.

But at some unknown moment, a sentence had appeared on the third page.

[The story continues.]

[The answers will be written by all living beings themselves.]

(The End)