Douluo Continent.
The atmosphere in Spirit Hall's main hall was suffocatingly oppressive.
Not only had all the elders gathered, but even the enshrined elders who spent their years secluded in the Elder Hall had made an exception and emerged.
At the very front stood a golden-haired old man, his hands clasped behind his back, his entire body radiating a sacred, inviolable aura. He was Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, Qian Daoliu.
Bibi Dong sat upright on the papal throne, her gaze fixed on the Sky Screen overhead.
Her voice carried a gravity she could barely conceal. "Is it going to start choosing people again?"
Qian Daoliu lifted his eyelids slightly. "That world's system of power defies all reason."
"If I am chosen, I wonder whether my Angel Divine Light can dispel those supernatural horrors."
Shrek Academy.
On the training grounds.
Tang Hao and Tang San stood in the very center.
Flender and Liu Erlong stood nearby, their expressions equally grim.
Only Oscar and Ma Hongjun huddled together, their eyes actually gleaming with anticipation.
"Fatty, do you think we'll get picked today?" Oscar rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice.
Ma Hongjun chuckled. "I hope we do! Haven't you seen how well Rongrong's doing now? She's already established herself in that Paranormal Forum, and even that killing machine Yang Jian has taken her along. If we go over, we can just ride Rongrong's coattails and live it up. We might even come back with a divine soul ring!"
"Good point! Rongrong's one of us from Shrek. She'll definitely look out for us!" Oscar nodded repeatedly.
Just as the two were indulging in their fantasies, a figure with heavy dark circles under his eyes emerged from the dormitory building.
Yu Xiaogang.
He held a thick stack of draft papers covered in densely packed lines and formulas.
Though his eyes were bloodshot, he was in a state of extreme excitement.
"I understand! I finally understand!"
Yu Xiaogang approached the others and slapped the papers in his hand, a confident smile curling his lips.
"Xiaogang, what have you figured out this time?" Flender asked with a frown.
Yu Xiaogang said excitedly, "I spent all night studying the theory, and I've completely figured out every rule of that plane!"
A trace of resignation flashed through Tang San's eyes at those words.
The images on the Sky Screen gradually sharpened.
But when everyone saw how many people remained in the images, the entire continent fell deathly silent.
The screen, which had originally been divided into four feeds, now showed only three.
Ning Rongrong, Hu Liena, and Yu Tianheng.
In one image, Ning Rongrong stood behind a cold-faced young man outside a building called the Caesar Hotel.
In another, Hu Liena and Yu Tianheng held phones, studying the densely packed information displayed on them as they contemplated some strategy, their faces pale.
One person was missing.
Meng Yiran was gone!
At the Exotic Beast Academy's camp on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Dragon Duke Meng Shu stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, his entire body shaking violently.
"Where's Yiran? Where's my Yiran?"
"Sky Screen! Have you made a mistake? Give me back my granddaughter!"
There was no response.
The cold Sky Screen merely continued playing its images without mercy.
Meng Shu swayed, nearly collapsing to the ground.
There was no need to think about what a vanished feed meant in that world that devoured people.
Dead, without even a body left behind.
"Impossible!" The images from yesterday's Sky Screen suddenly flashed through Meng Shu's mind.
Ning Rongrong's abnormal behavior. Meng Shu abruptly tightened his grip on his dragon-headed cane, his knuckles cracking.
A violent surge of soul power erupted from his body.
"It was her! That little bitch from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect must have killed Yiran!"
Within a single day, he had lost Snake Granny, the wife who had accompanied him all his life, and now he had lost his most beloved granddaughter.
Meng Shu's mind broke completely.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! You'll pay for this blood debt with blood!"
Meng Shu shot away like a gale, heading straight for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Above them, the cold, mechanical voice rang out from the Sky Screen once again.
[Fourth round of selection, begin!]
Five blood-red names slowly appeared on the Sky Screen.
[Bai Chenxiang] [Yan] [Xue Beng] [Zhao Wuji] [Douluo Qian Jun]
The names brought joy to some and despair to others.
At the Speed Clan's residence, Bai Chenxiang stared at her name on the Sky Screen. Her pretty face instantly went white, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
Inside Spirit Hall, Yan clenched his fists, frenzied excitement blazing in his eyes.
"It's finally my turn! Nana, wait for me! I'm coming to protect you!"
In the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial palace, Prince Xue Beng's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor, screaming in terror, "No! I don't want to go! Father, save me!"
At Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji rolled his neck, his bones cracking sharply.
Outside Spirit Hall's Worship Hall.
Douluo Qian Jun held his Coiling Dragon Staff, his expression fearless.
He looked coldly at the Sky Screen, a disdainful smile curling his lips.
"Those who died before were nothing but weak trash."
"Yang Wudi? A mere Soul Douluo."
"The gap between a Titled Douluo and a Soul Douluo is no small thing."
"I'd like to see whether these so-called supernatural horrors can withstand my Coiling Dragon Staff!"
Whoosh!
Five beams of blood-red light descended from the sky, instantly enveloping the five of them.
The next second, all five vanished from the Douluo Continent.
The Mysterious Revival Plane.
Inside the Caesar Hotel, ZS City.
A heavy smell of mildew filled the air, mingled with an indescribable stench of decay.
Inside a dim guest room, space warped slightly, and two figures appeared out of thin air.
They were Zhao Wuji and Bai Chenxiang.
The room was extremely dark. The wallpaper was peeling, and dark-red stains covered the carpet.
Most chilling of all, the thick wooden door was not fully closed, but stood slightly ajar.
Dim yellow light from the corridor seeped through the gap, casting a long, narrow patch of light across the carpet.
Both instantly went on guard.
Bai Chenxiang trembled all over. She was only an agility-type Soul Master, with very little fighting power.
She instinctively looked toward Zhao Wuji beside her.
He was a level seventy-six Soul Saint, the Immovable Wisdom King!
With him here, he should be able to protect me, right?
Bai Chenxiang swallowed and cautiously edged closer to Zhao Wuji.
But Zhao Wuji cast her a cold glance, seeing through her thoughts immediately.
"Little girl, you're on your own."
His voice held no trace of emotion. "I don't have time to look after you!"
In this eerie world, he could barely protect himself. Who would take along a burden?
With that, Zhao Wuji strode to the door without hesitation, pulled it open, and walked out.
Bai Chenxiang opened her mouth, wanting to follow him.
But then she saw the deep, dark corridor outside, which seemed to stretch on without end.
The sight made her legs go weak, and she huddled tightly in a corner of the room, not daring to take even half a step outside.
Zhao Wuji walked along the corridor's red carpet.
The carpet was soft and made no sound beneath his feet, but it gave him the unsettling impression that he was stepping on the corpse of some soft-bodied creature.
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