Yue Guan, Have You Gone Senile?

[Maximum load: 500 tons increased to 1,000 tons!]

[Piercing line activated! Ignores all Soul Power Barriers, Martial Soul Avatars, and defensive Martial Souls!]

[Full-Load Rampage duration: 20 minutes increased to 30 minutes!]

[Collision check: targets level 98 and below are guaranteed to be sent flying!]

[Cargo Box enlarged!!! Can hold more volume!!!]

Lu Yuan looked at Big Luck, now transformed, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad! Not bad!"

His three Spirit Rings were now configured as follows: the first was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring from an Ironclad Rhinoceros, granting load capacity.

The second was a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring from a Three-Headed Crimson Demon Hound, granting speed.

The third was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring from a Sky-Shaking Marsh Bull, granting piercing power.

Each ring had given Big Luck a tremendous boost.

Lu Yuan patted the hood and climbed into the driver's seat. The clash of strength just now had left him feeling faint.

He hurried into the cab, shut Big Luck's door, and leaned back against the seat, panting hard.

Deep in the danger-filled Star Dou Great Mountains, a moment of weakness could be fatal.

Lu Yuan gripped the steering wheel and pressed the accelerator, his wary gaze sweeping the surroundings.

What he did not know was that, dozens of miles away, a pair of eyes had watched a projection through a crystal ball.

The scene of him running down the ninety-thousand-year Spirit Beast had been recorded in full.

A knowing smile curled the watcher's lips.

"Interesting... Very interesting..."

At a camp on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, night fell, and the bonfire crackled.

Orange firelight played across every tense face.

No one went to sleep. No one could.

An hour earlier, they had all seen a black pillar of light rise from deep within the forest into the night sky.

The light had been dazzling.

It was no ordinary Spirit Ring.

Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings were black.

And it had come from the Sky-Shaking Marsh Bull they had set out to claim.

Hu Liena said nothing.

Xie Yue stood beside her, the Moon Blades trembling slightly in his hands.

Neither spoke.

Yan was in even worse shape.

"Impossible... This is impossible..."

"That boy really killed it..."

Three days later.

At Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's residence in Spirit City, Yue Guan sat at a stone table in the courtyard, savoring a cup of fine Soul Tea.

Dressed in a white robe, he had handsome features and an elegant air.

He looked no older than thirty or forty.

In truth, he had lived for over two hundred years.

A level 94 Titled Douluo, his Martial Soul was the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, and his title was "Chrysanthemum."

He lounged in his chair, sipping tea.

Suddenly, a Soul Master rushed into the courtyard, dropped to one knee, and presented a sealed letter with both hands. "Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo, an urgent report from the Southwest Branch Hall!"

Yue Guan set down his cup. Still looking relaxed, he took the letter and opened it.

He assumed some tactless Soul Master had sent him another trivial report.

But as his eyes scanned the contents, his brow began to furrow.

"A suspected ninety-thousand-year Spirit Beast appeared deep in the Star Dou Great Forest? Is that supposed to surprise me?"

"Killed by a boy? And the boy obtained a black Spirit Ring?"

Yue Guan could not help laughing.

"Absurd!"

He picked up his cup and took another sip. "A wet-behind-the-ears brat happened upon a ninety-thousand-year Spirit Beast and killed it? What a fairy tale!"

The messenger kept his head lowered. "Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo, the Southwest Branch Hall says they have a Recording Crystal..."

"A Recording Crystal?" Yue Guan raised an eyebrow. "Let me see it."

The Soul Master hurriedly took a Recording Crystal from his robes and offered it with both hands.

Yue Guan took it and fed a trace of Soul Power into it.

The entire crystal ball lit up.

An image projected outward and began to play.

The black iron vehicle and the Heaven-Shaking Divine Bull collided head-on.

Yue Guan's smile vanished.

His eyes widened.

The hand holding his teacup froze in midair.

The recording continued.

The Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring merged into the boy's body.

At the same time, the Handcart transformed and evolved...

Yue Guan stared at the crystal ball until the image faded completely.

Silence.

He slowly set down his cup, raised the crystal ball to eye level, and watched it again.

After the second viewing, his hand began to tremble.

He wiped the crystal ball and watched a third time.

Then a fourth.

On the fifth viewing, he sprang to his feet and slammed his palm onto the stone table beside him!

Boom!

The table, carved from a single block of Granite, shattered beneath his palm! Fragments flew, and tea splashed across the ground!

"That isn't a Spirit Ring!" Yue Guan cried. "It defies all reason! How could a Soul Master with only two rings kill a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast? This has to be some kind of illusion! Or there's something wrong with the Recording Crystal!"

The messenger ducked his head at the violent blow and barely dared to breathe.

But Yue Guan knew the truth.

He had little faith in his own words.

He had watched the recording five times.

Every frame had been perfectly clear.

This was no illusion.

It was real.

And that made it all the more terrifying.

Yue Guan's chest rose and fell. It took him a while to calm himself.

He turned toward his study, spread out a sheet of paper, picked up a pen, and swiftly wrote a letter.

It was short, only a few lines.

When he finished, he folded the paper, slipped it into an envelope, sealed it with wax, and stamped it with his seal.

"Guards!"

A guard hurried in. "My lord, what are your orders?"

"Take this letter to Her Holiness at the Papal Hall in Spirit City. It's urgent—deliver it directly into her hands." Yue Guan's expression was grave. "Do not fail."

"Yes, my lord!"

The guard took the letter with both hands and raced off.

Yue Guan stood in the doorway of his study, looking out at the sky.

He had a feeling that upheaval was coming to the continent.

Spirit City, the Papal Hall.

Late at night.

The great hall blazed with light.

Murals of angels and gods adorned its magnificent vaulted ceiling.

Huge crystal chandeliers hung overhead, shedding a gentle glow.

This was one of the most powerful places on the continent.

The seat of Spirit Hall's authority.

Pope Bibi Dong sat on the main throne, holding the urgent letter that had just arrived.

She wore ornate purple robes and the papal crown. Her face was dignified and commanding.

Her bearing was regal, and her cold gaze held the indifference of one who looked down on all living beings.

A level 98 Limit Douluo, she possessed the Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Souls and bore the title "Pope."

She was the person closest to godhood on the entire continent.

Now, as she read the letter, a cold smile touched her lips.

"Yue Guan, have you gone senile?"