Silver Hero Beast, Devouring Dragon, and Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bear

Just as Uncle Yu was teaching with great enthusiasm, footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Several black-robed figures wearing masks arrived. Uncle Yu glanced at them and stopped speaking. With a light wave of his hand, Lin En and the others' spiritual power was pushed out of the room.

The black-robed figures bowed to Zhang Lexuan, who was seated outside. Their attitudes were utterly respectful, like machines without a trace of humanity.

These people were Holy Servants of the Holy Spirit Cult. They appeared to belong to the cult, but in truth, they were only slightly better off than disposable materials.

The Holy Servants from three years ago, including the one who had captured Lin En, were now enjoying dark mansions inside the Myriad Souls Banner.

There were pitifully few Holy Servants who could survive here for three years. In a sense, they were worse off than prisoners like them.

These Holy Servants were not weak. Most hovered around the level of Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors, but before powerful Evil Soul Masters, they were no different from ants. The spirit of resistance simply could not exist here.

Other than frequently undergoing experiments, Zhang Lexuan held quite a high status here. After all, she had been personally named by the Supreme Cult Leader. Even Holy Spirit Disciples had to bow slightly when they saw her.

Creak~

The piercing scrape assaulted everyone's ears as the iron door to Lin En's cell opened. A Holy Servant stood outside and gestured for him to come out.

"My lord is asking for you."

The leading Holy Servant spoke the first words anyone had heard from them. Because of that white-robed old bastard, Lin En's treatment had improved considerably compared to three years ago.

Lin En nodded and walked out of the cell. This batch of Holy Servants did not shove him around, afraid that they too would be dragged into the depths of the base and turned into materials.

Zhang Lexuan gently caught Lin En by the wrist. She was deeply worried about this child nearly ten years younger than herself. Lin En smiled and said:

"Don't worry. I won't die. See you later."

"See you later" was the most wonderful blessing in this place. Lin En followed the Holy Servants into the darkness at the end of the corridor, and the footsteps faded back into silence.

Zhang Lexuan clenched her fists. At first, she had actually resented Lin En. If he had not suddenly appeared, she would not have been discovered by her enemies.

Over three years of living together, that resentment had gradually vanished. In this endless darkness, Lin En was one of the few people she could talk to.

He was clearly so young, yet he had to endure human experiments far more horrifying than hers. The world's malice drowned him without the slightest concealment, while at his age, she had still been living in the warmth of her family.

What Zhang Lexuan found most unbearable was that Lin En had never cried. He had never even shouted in pain in front of everyone, instead using all sorts of lousy jokes and laughter to hide the wounds covering his body.

She hated her own powerlessness. If she could become just a little stronger, could she take everyone away from this damned dungeon?

Blood-red Soul Power flickered across her body with her emotional turmoil. Yu Mu'en lightly tapped a finger against the ground, and a vast will caused Zhang Lexuan to suddenly lose focus. Her Soul Power was forcibly cut off.

"Ah, go back and rest for a while. Don't circulate your Soul Power again during this time."

Yu Mu'en sighed and shook his head as he watched Zhang Lexuan leave. The spiritual power of the burly man from the Star Luo Empire entered once more, and a deep voice came through the mental fluctuations.

"Brother Yu, that child is only one step away from developing an Evil Martial Soul. The Blood Moon has already begun to appear faintly. Before long, she will merge with this darkness."

"I know that girl's nature. She is like that brat—both are kind at heart. If she truly becomes an Evil Martial Soul user, she will never be able to leave again!"

Hearing the burly man's words, how could Yu Mu'en not understand? Martial Souls could influence their masters, and Evil Martial Souls were especially so.

Six hundred years ago, there had been a particularly typical Evil Soul Master known as the Blood Infant Douluo. His Martial Soul had been an Evil Martial Soul called the Infant-Eating Tapir Beast, which awakened naturally when he turned eighteen.

The moment his Martial Soul awakened, that once-simple village youth instantly transformed into a baby-eating demon. He could not resist the cannibalistic instinct brought by his Martial Soul. In only twenty years, he became a Titled Douluo and the deepest terror in an entire generation's hearts.

Even if Zhang Lexuan could ultimately overcome the corruptive instinct brought by her Evil Martial Soul, she would never be able to see the sunlight again. This continent's prejudice against Evil Martial Souls ran far too deep.

No faction would dare accept her. Once exposed, she would face nothing but endless pursuit and slaughter. The Holy Spirit Cult would be her final and only destination.

Yu Mu'en fell silent for a long time before saying to the burly man's spiritual power, "Old Wolf, I have two-tenths of my Soul Power left. If I sacrifice everything, I can maintain my peak combat strength for twenty minutes."

The burly man's spiritual power first fell into an eerie stillness, then began to stir. He said in a low voice:

"I have one-tenth left. At most, I can hold on for eight minutes."

"You've made your decision?"

Yu Mu'en lowered his eyes and muttered, "At least it's better than being made into a Myriad Souls Banner. I'll be able to face my ancestors."

"Are we doing this or not?"

Old Wolf did not hesitate in the slightest. He said seriously, "What else is there to say? I'd rather burn bright one last time than rot away in here!"

"I'll contact the others and ask about their situations. If we're going to raise hell, then let's all go mad together!"

The dim yellow lights in the corridor flickered on and off. This old Soul Tool seemed unlikely to last much longer. The shadows beneath the lights quietly writhed, avoiding the illumination like a pack of ghosts afraid of the light.

"You're here?"

At the end of the corridor, Lin En entered the familiar laboratory. The white-robed elder put down the papers in his hands and looked at him with a cheerful smile.

"What experiment is it today?"

Lin En sat down in the chair as if he were used to it and met the old bastard's gaze without the slightest attempt to avoid it.

The white-robed elder did not care about Lin En's discourtesy and said with a smile:

"How interesting. No matter what I do, I cannot read your thoughts. Your mind is always filled with all sorts of chaotic information."

"How fascinating. I truly like you so much."

"I didn't bring you here for an experiment today. I prepared a gift for you."

The old man did not care much that his ability had failed. The more surprises Lin En revealed to him, the more obsessed he became.

Lin En's method for resisting the old bastard's mind-reading was simple: he had Little Sage continuously generate junk information in his mind, hiding his true thoughts beneath it.

The white-robed elder clapped his hands, and the silver wall behind him opened. Three iron cages were pushed out.

Three Soul Beasts were imprisoned inside, and threatening growls immediately filled the laboratory. Their wild Soul Power auras caused the experimental instruments on the tables to shake continuously.

Of the three Soul Beasts, the one on the left was a giant bear with vicious claws. Its fur gleamed dark gold beneath the lights, and its eyes were filled with savagery.

In the middle was a dark-blue Tyrant Dragon, its head enormous and nearly one-third the size of its body.

On the far right was a small, hairless dog. Silver scales covered its body, its beastly face was long and narrow, and its fangs protruded outward.

Compared to the other two Soul Beasts, this hairless dog's aura was much weaker. It was practically not on the same level as them.

Lin En instinctively rose to his feet. The elder led him before the cages and said with a chuckle:

"After reading books about Soul Beasts for three years, you should know what these are, right?"

"The one on the left is a Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bear, with three hundred years of cultivation. Its raw strength is enough to easily tear apart a thousand-year Soul Beast. It was captured when the core disciples at the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters were collectively hunting Soul Rings some time ago.

"Because its cultivation was too low, it managed to survive. Elder Myriad Souls knew I liked these super Soul Beasts, so he specially sent it to me."

"The one in the middle is a Devouring Dragon, known as a miniature Tyrant Dragon. It is among the strongest earth dragons and is no weaker than an ordinary True Dragon. Its defining trait is Devouring. Like the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, it can continuously grow stronger through devouring."

"It is also a genuine super Soul Beast."

"It has five hundred years of cultivation. Holy Spirit Cult disciples secretly captured it in the Evil Demon Forest."

"The one on the far right is the Silver Hero Beast you once told me about. The Holy Spirit Cult also discovered it while hunting Soul Rings for its disciples. This one has seven hundred years of cultivation."

Lin En looked at the three Soul Beasts and suddenly found himself unable to understand this old man.

"You said they were gifts?"

"These three Soul Beasts are Soul Rings selected for me?"

"You actually dare to let me keep growing stronger?"

Silver light shone upon the elder's wrinkled face, highlighting his somewhat crazed smile.

"Why not?"

"Only by becoming stronger can you prove that my dream is not some fantasy for others to mock. Perfect creatures do exist."