[Detected: Child of Destiny Huo Yuhao is projected to be unable to reach Level 20 within the original timeline. A timeline deviation has occurred!] [The Ice Empress's four-hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation will arrive ahead of schedule as a result!] [A new mission has been issued!] [Mission name: Snatch the Sisters of the Far North First (I)!] [Mission requirement: Beat Huo Yuhao to the Ice Empress and claim her first (includes real-time navigation tracking the Ice Empress's location)!] [Mission completion condition: Help the Ice Empress survive her four-hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation!] [Time until the Ice Empress's heavenly tribulation: One month!] [Warning: If this mission fails, no further missions in this series will be issued!]
"Nani?"
Chen Mo had just returned to the sect.
As he listened to the new mission issued by the system in his mind,
he felt as though he had taken a blast of thunder head-on.
His scalp instantly prickled.
He could understand snatching the Ice Empress first.
But the mission condition...
He was a Soul Elder who had only just reached level thirty-four, yet he was supposed to help the Ice Empress survive her four-hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
"System, do you dare come out? I want to fight you one-on-one."
Could a human being even dream up a mission like this?
That was a four-hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation, far more dangerous than a hundred-thousand-year one.
Wasn't this just sending him straight to his death?
Worse still, he only had one month.
Unfortunately, Chen Mo's system was unlike other systems.
It was aloof to an outrageous degree.
Aside from issuing the usual missions and rewards,
it never answered anything he asked the rest of the time.
He returned to his room.
Giving up, Chen Mo sprawled on his bed and sighed at the ceiling.
"Haah..."
"One month. Just one month."
"How am I supposed to help the Ice Empress survive a four-hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation in so little time?"
Just as Chen Mo was at his wits' end,
another voice sounded in his mind.
"Agitation, confusion, excitement, elation, sorrow. Your emotions truly are strange."
"Who is it?!"
"Who's talking?"
Chen Mo jolted.
He swiftly activated his Martial Soul and immediately unleashed his third Soul Skill along with Three-Flower Pupils: Illusion Break.
He searched for the source of the voice.
Yet after searching for ages,
he found no one in the room besides himself.
"Have I run into a ghost?"
"Oh? Have you forgotten this old man? Weren't you the one who took the initiative back then?"
"Never mind. Come inside first."
The next instant,
Chen Mo fell asleep on the bed, and his spiritual form entered the Sea of Consciousness.
"What's going on? How did I get into the Sea of Consciousness?" Chen Mo scanned his surroundings in confusion.
The mysterious voice sounded behind him.
"Your name is Chen Mo, correct? Turn around. I am... am...?"
Chen Mo immediately turned around, and realization dawned on him.
You've finally woken up. Any later, and I would have almost forgotten you, Electrolux.
No wonder he had searched for so long without finding a trace.
The voice had come from Electrolux, whom he had intercepted three months ago.
"So it's you, Senior. It looks like you've recovered quite well." Though Chen Mo knew Electrolux's name, he still addressed him as "Senior."
After all, even Electrolux himself could not yet remember his own name.
If Chen Mo called him by name, it would probably be difficult to explain.
Upon hearing Chen Mo's words,
Electrolux, who had been trying hard to recall his name, simply stopped dwelling on it.
"It is thanks to you that this wisp of my lingering consciousness survived. Otherwise, I would likely have dissipated into heaven and earth long ago."
"Especially that unusual cultivation art you obtained a while ago."
"It has benefited me tremendously."
"If not for the unusual substance produced when you practiced that art, I might have needed a very long time to recover to this extent."
"Still, my recovery is far from complete. I have yet to remember even my name."
Cultivation art? The Soul-Nurturing Art!
Chen Mo guessed it instantly.
Since transmigrating here, he had practiced only that one cultivation art.
As for the unusual substance Electrolux had mentioned,
he was probably referring to "spirit."
After all, the art stated that this "spirit" could nourish the soul and make it stronger.
For Electrolux's current condition, it was precisely the right medicine for the ailment.
"I'm sure that with enough time, you'll remember who you are, Senior."
"By the way, Senior, was there something you wanted from me?"
Chen Mo asked.
Electrolux circled Chen Mo several times.
Then he slowly said, "Though I am curious why you took the initiative to let me enter your body back then, that no longer matters."
"Child, I see that you specialize in Spiritual Power, and that your body also holds this pure power of light."
"They are highly compatible with the powers I cultivated."
"Would you be willing to become my disciple? I am willing to teach you everything I learned throughout my life."
Faced with this mighty figure's offer to take him as a disciple,
Chen Mo agreed without the slightest hesitation. "Your disciple, Chen Mo, pays his respects, Master!"
"Ha ha ha!"
"Good! Very good! Excellent!"
"Starting tomorrow, I will personally instruct you in Spiritual Power and the power of light!"
"I believe that under my guidance, you will become the next Child of Light!"
Electrolux laughed heartily.
As for Chen Mo, who had already become Du Busi's disciple,
he had now also taken Electrolux as his master.
In terms of both sentiment and propriety, it seemed somewhat inappropriate.
On that point,
Chen Mo's stance was: What's inappropriate about it?
Du Busi was the master who taught him about his body Martial Soul, the Jade-Eyed Three-Flower Pupils.
Electrolux was the master who would teach him about his beast Martial Soul, Dimo.
Each had his own duties, with no conflict between them.
There was absolutely no problem.
And so, after successfully taking a new master,
Electrolux went to rest, while Chen Mo's consciousness returned to his body.
"Great! With Electrolux's help, I won't have to worry about my Spiritual Power or my second Martial Soul." As Chen Mo pondered this, he suddenly realized he seemed to have forgotten something. When it came back to him, worry clouded his face again. "Damn it, I almost forgot the system's mission."
"This damned system. The mission difficulty has shot straight through the roof."
"A four-hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation. What am I supposed to do...?"
Chen Mo lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
His brain raced.
"Heavenly tribulation... divine punishment... lightning tribulation... lots of lightning tribulations... No, wrong track. Start again."
"Lightning... lightning... electricity?"
"Wait!"
Chen Mo abruptly sat up, a gleam flashing through his dark eyes.
"If I follow that line of thought, there might actually be a way to help the Ice Empress survive her four-hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation."
A bold idea arose in his mind.
He immediately hurried over to his desk.
Picking up pen and paper, he began writing and sketching.
"No, this part needs improvement."
"Ordinary iron won't work. I'll need the vines of a ten-thousand-year-old Thunderclap Hell Prison Vine."
"But what material would be best for conducting the lightning...? Got it! I'll use that..."
Several hours later,
after ruining dozens of sheets of paper, Chen Mo finally completed the final version.
On the paper was a drawing of an iron cage he had painstakingly modified.
Beside it, he had written in large letters: Faraday Cage!
"With this, I'll definitely be able to complete the mission!"
"Old geezer... No, Master!"
"There are a few things I need you to help me find."
When he needed something, it was "Master"; when he didn't, it was "old geezer."
Unfortunately, he had forgotten that Du Busi had yet to return.
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