Xiao Wu's Mother's Admiration!

Xiao Rou closed the final page of God Realm Legend and could not help but sigh.

"So this is how Soul Beasts came to be, and this is how the Soul Master cultivation system came about."

"So the ancestors of us Soul Beasts were once the demon race of the Primordial World, rulers of heaven and earth..."

"I wonder if, after undergoing Transformation and cultivating anew, I can become a god?"

"Will I be able to glimpse the splendor of the God Realm and see the ruins of the Demon Emperor Palace?"

Although Xiao Rou had traveled abroad for many years and lived in human society for some time,

Soul Beasts were naturally simple-minded. Her values had not yet fully matured, and her way of thinking was easily influenced by the outside world.

At that moment, she found God Realm Legend extremely credible.

"This definitely isn't something an ordinary novelist could have made up."

"Perhaps it quoted or drew upon ancient historical records passed down by human Soul Masters."

"After all, some of the battle descriptions in this book truly match what those powerful beings were capable of."

"Ordinary people couldn't write such content. Without personally experiencing high-level battles, they could never convey that kind of oppression."

Xiao Rou walked to the window and watched the students playing noisily on the field.

"The author capable of writing this book must be an immensely powerful expert!"

"Perhaps a reclusive, peerless Titled Douluo—or even a demigod!"

Xiao Rou developed an inexplicable admiration for the author named "Sun Wukong."

She decided that after school that afternoon, she would buy a few more copies and bring them to Xiao Wu during the New Year.

She wanted her daughter to learn about the glorious history of the Soul Beasts' ancestors as well.

God Realm Legend not only attracted a vast number of readers, but also drew the attention of a group of writers who specialized in fiction.

However, they focused on different aspects: the world framework of God Realm Legend, its cultivation system, and the design of its concepts.

Such creativity was absolutely groundbreaking and unprecedented across the Douluo world.

After finishing God Realm Legend, many writers had the exact same thought: Damn, novels could be written like this?

Their next thought was: Hehehe, I'll take this! Let me pay proper tribute to it!

Making money wasn't shameful.

As long as they used this worldview, they could write any scraps from the edges of it and still make a fortune.

And if Wukong, the one who started it all, had known about this, he would have wholeheartedly approved.

The more widely this mythological system spread, the more people believed in it, and the more Faith Fortune he would gain.

In the end, all that Faith Fortune would gather upon him.

As the book continued to explode in popularity, Wukong also found himself facing a happy problem.

Unable to find the author's address, fervent fans sent letters to Seven Treasures Bookshop like snowflakes.

There were no fewer than a hundred each month.

Following the usual channels, those letters were forwarded all the way to Dragon Rising City, then handed over from Li Shoumin to Wukong.

Most of the letters urged him to update, or asked about the settings of characters in the book.

At first, Wukong found it novel and selectively replied to dozens of them.

But before long, his patience had worn thin.

So he simply had Li Shoumin pass along a message:

"The sequel has already been planned, but it still needs time to be polished. Please be patient, everyone."

After tossing aside the pressure of being urged for updates, Wukong once again shut himself away from visitors and continued cultivating.

Wukong had originally thought

that once God Realm Legend swept through Douluo, it would surely draw the scrutiny or attention of countless powerful figures.

But reality proved that he had overthought things.

Back on Blue Star in his previous life, novels occupied very little of society. They were merely a pastime for a small minority.

Not to mention Douluo, a supernatural plane where personal strength reigned supreme. Here, novels were even more of a minor diversion among minor diversions.

Moreover, Douluo's civilization and institutions leaned toward the ancient era. With Soul Power in existence, Soul Masters possessed physiques far beyond ordinary people's, so naturally there were countless forms of entertainment.

Take Ma Hongjun, the Evil Fire Phoenix, for example. At such a young age, he already knew how to frequent pleasure houses. How could the thrill of that compare to mere words?

Thus, in an environment with so much entertainment that was even more stimulating, only a small number of people sought spiritual comfort in fictional storybooks.

Furthermore, the price of God Realm Legend was not particularly affordable.

Six Silver Soul Coins—converted by the purchasing power of Blue Star in his previous life, that was worth roughly one or two thousand yuan.

How could ordinary poor folk, who could barely afford food, possibly buy such idle reading?

Only low-level Soul Masters or wealthy noble children would consider it cheap.

This also explained why those great sects involved themselves in and controlled the cultural entertainment industry...

Because harvesting those nobles and low-level Soul Masters really was absurdly profitable!

After all, how much could publishing and printing possibly cost?

Therefore, God Realm Legend had few readers, and they were weak as well.

Combined with the limitations of the era—blocked information flow and inconvenient travel—it naturally failed to foster any fan-circle culture, much less attract the attention of powerful figures.

Though readers were certainly curious about the author "Sun Wukong," more of their attention remained focused on the book itself, eagerly awaiting an even grander continuation from him.

And because of that,

Wukong's life did not experience many ripples despite the book's explosive popularity.

Only Li Shoumin, the bookshop owner, made a special trip to congratulate him and delivered his generous monthly share of the profits.

Although Wukong did not care much for worldly wealth, seeing several thousand additional Gold Soul Coins in his account each month still brought him a measure of delight.

After all, this money was clean. It had not been stolen or seized; he had earned it honestly through the knowledge in his own mind.

Beyond that,

his gains in Faith Fortune were also far below Wukong's expectations.

He had imagined Faith Fortune too simply. He had thought that once the divine book was released, an immense flood of fortune would pour back into him, allowing him to lie atop a mountain of fortune without a care in the world.

But the reality was that Faith Fortune did arrive as expected.

And as its creator, he absorbed it as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water, without suffering much karmic backlash.

The problem was that the amount of Faith Fortune produced was still far too little.

Though it flowed in without end, it gathered like a tiny trickling stream.

And with his current spiritual power, refining it was maddeningly slow—not even one ten-thousandth as efficient as when he had devoured heaven and earth as a Stone Monkey.

Thinking back to his days as a Soul Beast, he had already been nearing the hundred-thousand-year threshold, with an incomparably powerful body and spiritual power.

Without caring about karmic backlash, he had forcefully raised his own fortune to the terrifying level of two hundred thousand years in just a few short years.

Fortunately, even though the efficiency was low, Wukong could now genuinely improve the foundation of his own fortune.

Even if the speed at which he accumulated fortune was, at most, only half his Soul Power cultivation speed,

it at least proved one thing.

The path of writing books to create gods and harvest fortune was truly viable.

The night was dark as ink, and the stars were hidden.

On the broad rooftop terrace of the inn,

a youth dressed in fitted black clothes sat cross-legged against the night wind.

He appeared to be just over ten years old, with a straight posture and a well-proportioned build.

He was none other than Wukong, who had undergone Transformation and begun cultivating anew.

Ever since his cultivation had surged last time, the continuous stimulation of abundant Soul Power had sent this body into a wild growth spurt.

In less than half a year, he had shed the appearance of a six-year-old child and forcibly grown into the physique of a ten-year-old.

More remarkably,

the daily extreme training had not stunted his growth.

Instead, it had built a layer of lean, solid muscle across his body.

Judging by appearance alone, he was both fresh and sunny, adorable and handsome.