In the blink of an eye, more than ten days quietly slipped away.
During that time, Wu Changkong mostly taught theory. His lessons covered everything: illustrated guides to soul beasts, forging, specialized branches of mecha studies, and even theories concerning the long-declining soul engineers. But today's arrangements were entirely different. The five students did not remain in Class Zero's classroom; instead, the group walked out through Eastsea Academy's gates.
Dressed entirely in white, Wu Changkong looked aloof and unworldly as he walked lightly along the flagstone street. When he spoke, his words were as brief and cool as ever. "Today, we're going to the Spirit Pagoda."
The other four students looked bewildered at his announcement. Only Tang Wulin felt a sudden surge of emotion.
The Spirit Pagoda.
He raised a hand and lightly tapped his forehead in frustration. If he had known before his rebirth that he would transmigrate to the Douluo Continent and become Tang Wulin, he would certainly have stayed up all night reading the complete main storyline of Legend of the Dragon King. After so many years, most of the original story's details had grown hazy. He remembered only the broad direction of the main plot, while countless side stories had long since faded from memory. The thought of entering this place left him restless.
Beside him, Gu Yue keenly noticed the boy's unusual behavior. She raised her slender right hand and gently tapped her own head, leaning closer to ask softly, "Wulin, what's wrong? Does your head hurt?"
Tang Wulin came back to himself and flashed a brilliant smile, calmly concealing his unease. "It's nothing, Gu Yue. I just didn't sleep very well last night."
Nearby, Xie Xie caught sight of their hushed exchange and quietly nudged Zhang Yangzi with his forearm. The two exchanged a