Trace On!

"Yes."

Ye Chenxing was instantly overjoyed.

What was a Godslayer-Class Fixed Soul Guidance Shell? It was a true weapon of mass destruction. During the era of Legend of the Dragon King, humanity had exhausted everything to create just three level-twelve fixed soul guidance shells, consuming nearly most of Douluo Continent's resources. A fourth could never be made.

Heaven-Destroying Earth-Annihilating and World Devourer went without saying. The most powerful among them, Eternal Heaven, had even shattered the god-level Blood River Godslaying Formation outright.

If that thing were really brought into Soul Land II...

Three-Body Civilization versus Earth Civilization—do you understand now?

Just as Ye Chenxing was getting excited, Archer's next words poured cold water over him.

"As long as you have enough Soul Power."

The smile on Ye Chenxing's face instantly froze, and his head filled with black lines. "...Could you spare a thought for this young man who has only just reached level twenty?"

Grumbling inwardly aside, Ye Chenxing quickly sorted through his thoughts and pressed on. "Then do you need me to provide massive amounts of Soul Power in daily combat? Can you use the Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul or abilities related to the Spirit Pagoda?"

Archer gave a slight bow, a trace of apology in his voice. "I am ashamed, Master. I merely borrowed the image and legend of the man who bombarded Shrek. I myself possess no Soul Power Level, nor can I use the Martial Soul abilities you mentioned."

So that was it.

Rather than getting upset, Ye Chenxing felt relieved upon hearing that.

After all, if he got another Limit Douluo-level thug, his pitiful mana bar really would not be able to take it.

"So what exactly are your true abilities?"

Archer raised his head and looked solemnly at Ye Chenxing. "I can reproduce every type of launching Soul Tool that existed up until my era. Furthermore, as long as I see one once, or possess the concept behind its manufacture or invention, I can directly create a finished product."

"And every Soul Tool I have personally made can be projected at any time with Soul Power as an exact replica."

Ye Chenxing's breathing immediately grew heavy after hearing that.

He might not be someone who knew everything about Soul Engineers as Ye Chenxing had imagined, but someone who knew everything about fixed soul guidance shells seemed even more direct and brutal.

And he could craft a finished product by hand after seeing it once? Invent it on the spot just from a concept? Infinitely project anything he had personally made?

"No time to lose. Contract now!"

Without hesitation, Ye Chenxing raised his right hand. The Command Spell on the back of his hand emitted a scorching red glow. Archer dropped to one knee and lowered his head. Amid a low hum, a scarlet contract formation took shape beneath them, flashing once before vanishing.

The instant the contract was formed, the Servant's abilities transformed into a torrent of information that flooded into his mind.

Because Archer was not someone who had truly existed in history and had merely borrowed Qiangu Dongfeng's body, this contract did not bring the influx of memories Ye Chenxing had felt when contracting Qian Renxue.

In its place came the knowledge of every launching Soul Tool across an entire twenty thousand years of Soul Tool civilization, from ten thousand years ago to ten thousand years in the future. It surged into his mind in that instant, becoming completely integrated with his understanding.

An ordinary Soul Master, even a high-level powerhouse, would have had their brain burst apart by that terrifying volume of information. Yet Ye Chenxing's Mind Star Sea was vast and boundless, effortlessly absorbing every bit of data.

At the same time, he gained a passive skill—the Soul Guidance Appraisal Eye.

It was an extraordinarily profound instinct. So long as his gaze swept over a Soul Tool, its internal core formations, material ratios, and even minute craftsmanship flaws would automatically unfold across his retina like disassembled blueprints, clear down to the finest detail.

Moreover, Ye Chenxing gained an ability that was practically a cheat. As long as he had the concept of a Soul Tool he wanted to make in his mind, he could instantly obtain the method for creating it.

After fully digesting the abilities in his mind, Ye Chenxing excitedly raised his right hand.

A flash of light.

A nearly perfect level-three Soul Guidance Ray gun appeared out of thin air in his palm. Ye Chenxing casually played with it twice, clicking his tongue in amazement. Then Soul Power surged, and Soul Guidance pistols, Soul Guidance Cannons, concussion cannons... weapon after weapon formed within the light.

"I haven't even started school yet, and I've already graduated in launching Soul Tools."

He casually weighed the concussion cannon in his hand, then suddenly remembered something. With a thought, light gathered again, and a heavy crossbow-shaped Soul Tool settled into his hands.

Zhuge Divine Crossbow Cannon.

"I can even make this? Huo Yuhao hasn't developed it yet. Doesn't that make it my patent?"

Ye Chenxing rubbed his chin, a mocking curve rising at the corner of his lips. "Tang Buddha won't cross realms to demand copyright fees from me when he finds out, right? No, weren't his things stolen from the Tang Sect too?"

With that thought, his interest surged. Soul Power gathered, and the phantom of a lotus slowly appeared in his palm.

However, just as a few golden lines took shape in the void, they abruptly collapsed like bubbles. The guns and cannons that had just formed around him also turned into specks of light and vanished without a trace.

Ye Chenxing swayed, only then realizing that the Soul Power in his body had been completely drained.

"It seems that with my current Soul Power reserves, I can at most force out level-five Soul Tools. Even touching level six is extremely difficult." Ye Chenxing shook his head regretfully. "My mana bar isn't enough. Even with a cheat, I can't put out any firepower. I still need to level up fast."

He sat cross-legged where he stood and meditated for a while. Once his Soul Power had recovered slightly, he began running other tests.

This time, he envisioned the Milk Bottle from the original work, as well as various close-combat Soul Guidance blades.

No light appeared. His palm remained empty, without the slightest reaction.

However, while experimenting just now and searching through the catalogue of launching Soul Tools in his mind, he had discovered a blind spot.

Ye Chenxing looked at Archer. "Why does the concept library you gave me abruptly stop at Qiangu Dongfeng's era? What about the interstellar warships and planet-destroying cannons after that?"

Archer stood up and shook his head helplessly. "That, I do not know either. The summoning of Heroic Spirits is closely linked to your own knowledge. As a collective embodiment of the concept of a 'Soul Engineer,' the knowledge I can obtain also changes according to your understanding."

Ye Chenxing's eye twitched wildly.

So after all this, because he had died from Douluo IV poisoning back then, his cheat had been forcibly stuck ten thousand years in the future and failed to reach its highest level?!

I hate this!

Ye Chenxing took a deep breath. Even if it only went as far as Soul Tool technology from ten thousand years in the future—

It was already enough.

A sharp gleam burst from Ye Chenxing's eyes. He now had the concepts in his mind and an Appraisal Eye that could see through formations at a glance. What was he lacking?

He lacked ready-made high-level Soul Tools that he could personally "see" and "touch"! He lacked top-grade rare metals that he could lavishly use to personally create the first prototype!

Where could he find the finest and most comprehensive collection of physical Soul Tools on the entire continent? Where could he find a mountain-like stockpile of materials for him to use freely?

Of course, at the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy—at Illustrious Virtue Hall!

Thinking of Illustrious Virtue Hall's nation-level reserves of rare metals and its displayed physical Soul Tools of every grade, all of them seemed to turn into sparkling little hands warmly waving at him. Ye Chenxing found himself looking forward to the campus life that lay ahead.