Trace On!

"Yes."

Ye Chenxing was instantly overjoyed when he heard that.

Godslayer-Class Fixed Soul Guidance Shells were true weapons of mass destruction. During the Legend of the Dragon King era, humanity had exhausted everything to create just three twelfth-level 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 directly shattered the god-level Blood River Godslaying Formation.

If this thing were placed in Douluo II... Three-Body Civilization versus Earth Civilization—do you understand?

Just as Ye Chenxing was getting excited, Archer's next sentence dumped a bucket of cold water over him.

"Provided you have enough soul power."

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

Complaining inwardly aside, Ye Chenxing quickly sorted out his thoughts and pressed on. "Then do you need me to provide massive amounts of soul power in everyday battles? Can you use the Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul or abilities related to the Spirit Pagoda?"

Archer bowed slightly, an apologetic note in his voice. "My apologies, Master. I merely borrowed the image and legend of the one who bombarded Shrek. I possess no soul power rank myself, nor can I use the Martial Soul abilities you mentioned."

So that was it.

Rather than being upset by this, Ye Chenxing felt relieved.

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

"So what exactly are your true abilities?"

Archer raised his head and looked at Ye Chenxing solemnly. "I can reproduce every launching-type soul guidance device up to the era I came from. Moreover, as long as I see one once, or possess the concept behind its manufacture or invention, I can directly create a finished product."

"And any soul guidance device personally crafted by me can be projected at any time with soul power into a replica identical in every respect."

After hearing that, Ye Chenxing's breathing immediately grew heavy.

He might not be the person who knew everything about soul engineers as Ye Chenxing had imagined, but someone who knew everything about Fixed Soul Guidance Shells seemed even simpler and more brutal.

And he could craft a finished product by hand after one look? Invent one on the spot with only a concept? Infinitely project anything he had personally made?

"No time to waste. 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 deep hum, a scarlet contract formation took shape beneath their feet, then flashed and vanished.

The instant the contract was formed, the Servant's abilities transformed into a stream of information and 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 he contracted Qian Renxue last time.

Instead, all knowledge of launching-type soul guidance devices from across twenty thousand years of soul guidance civilization—spanning ten thousand years before and after—poured into his mind in that instant, seamlessly integrating with his understanding.

For an ordinary soul master, even a high-level powerhouse, that terrifying amount of information would have instantly burst their brain. But Ye Chenxing's Mind Star Sea was boundless, effortlessly accepting every bit of data.

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

It was an extraordinarily mystical intuition. So long as his gaze swept over a soul guidance device, its internal core formations, material ratios, and even minute craftsmanship flaws would automatically unfold across his retina like disassembled blueprints, every detail laid bare.

Moreover, Ye Chenxing gained an ability that was practically a bug. So long as he possessed the concept of a soul guidance device he wished to create, he could instantly obtain the method to make it.

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

A flash of light.

A near-perfect third-level Soul Guidance Ray gun appeared out of thin air in his palm. Ye Chenxing held it and skillfully toyed with it twice, clicking his tongue in amazement. Immediately afterward, soul power surged. Soul guidance pistols, Soul Guidance Cannons, concussion cannons... weapons formed one after another amid the light.

"I haven't even started school, and I've already graduated in launching-type soul guidance devices."

He casually weighed the concussion cannon in his hand, then suddenly remembered something. With a thought, light gathered once more, and a heavy crossbow-shaped soul guidance device pressed down into his hand.

The Zhuge Divine Crossbow Cannon.

"Even this can be made? Huo Yuhao hasn't even researched it yet. Doesn't that make it my patent?"

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

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

However, just as several golden lines formed in the void, they suddenly collapsed like bubbles. The guns and cannons that had just been created around him also turned into countless motes of light and vanished without a trace.

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

"With my current soul power reserves, it seems I can only forcibly create fifth-level soul guidance devices at most. Even touching the sixth level is extremely difficult." Ye Chenxing shook his head with some regret. "Without enough mana, even hacks are useless. I still need to level up quickly."

He sat down cross-legged where he was and meditated for a while. Once his soul power had recovered slightly, he began testing other things.

This time, he conceived of the Milk Bottle from the original work, as well as various close-combat soul guidance blades.

No light appeared. His palm remained empty, with no reaction whatsoever.

However, while experimenting just now and searching through the catalog of launching-type soul guidance devices 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 rose to his feet and shook his head helplessly. "I do not know that either. The summoning of Heroic Spirits is closely tied 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 violently.

So after all this, because he had died from the poison of Douluo IV back then, his cheat had been forcibly stuck ten thousand years in the future and never reached its highest level?!

I hate this!

Ye Chenxing took a deep breath. Even if it only extended to soul guidance technology ten thousand years in the future—

It was already enough.

A sharp light 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 guidance devices that he could personally "see" and "touch"! He lacked top-grade rare metals that he could squander without restraint to personally create the first prototype!

Where could he find the finest and most complete physical soul guidance devices on the entire continent? Where could he find a mountain-like stockpile of materials that he could use as he pleased?

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

Thinking of the Illustrious Virtue Hall's rare-metal reserves, rich enough to rival a nation, as well as the physical soul guidance devices of every grade on display, Ye Chenxing felt as though they had all turned into tiny sparkling hands eagerly beckoning him over. He found himself looking forward even more to the campus life about to begin.