Qian Renxue broke through to the Spirit Movement Realm, Sword Douluo descended upon the Sword Domain!

Slowly, under the Marrow-Washing Pool's wondrous transformative power, the originally illusory Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind Qian Renxue actually began shattering inch by inch.

It then turned into countless sacred motes of light and completely merged into her bones and bloodline.

Her Martial Soul was gone, as were those somewhat ridiculous Soul Rings.

Yet Qian Renxue could clearly feel her level of existence undergoing a terrifying leap that words could not describe!

Her skin became as translucent and lustrous as mutton-fat jade, even faintly radiating a soft rosy glow.

After an unknown length of time, the churning pool finally settled.

"Splash."

Qian Renxue slowly rose from the pool, scattering a spray of sparkling water.

When she opened her eyes again, her beautiful eyes were filled with clarity.

She casually closed her hand, and an invisible fluctuation of Spiritual Energy gathered in her palm.

Even without using any so-called Soul Skill, the mere wisp of Spiritual Energy she casually gathered gave her the illusion that she could easily crush the space of the Douluo Continent.

At the poolside.

The leading white-robed maid looked at the utterly transformed Qian Renxue and nodded slightly.

"You've reshaped your Light Spiritual Root and barely reached the threshold of the Spirit Movement Realm. At least this pool of immortal water wasn't wasted."

The white-robed maid raised her hand, and an exquisitely made, waist-cinched blue-green dress embroidered with the emblem of the Great Desolation Divine Realm Outer Hall appeared out of thin air before Qian Renxue, along with a Green Steel Long Sword whose edge had yet to be sharpened.

"Put it on."

"From today onward, you are a sword-bearing maid of our Great Desolation Divine Realm Outer Hall."

Had this happened a day earlier, if anyone had dared make Spirit Hall's Young Master wear a servant girl's clothes, Qian Renxue would have drawn the Angel's Sword and killed them without hesitation.

But now, Qian Renxue dared not hesitate at all. She hurriedly received the maid's outfit with both hands, obediently dressed herself neatly, then cradled the long sword in her arms and respectfully lowered her head.

"I, Qian Renxue, thank you for the grace of remaking me, my lady."

She knew very well that being able to remain as a maid in the Great Desolation Divine Realm, in this higher-dimensional world where people held stars in their hands and immortals walked everywhere-

Even if she only swept floors and served tea, it was a heaven-sent immortal opportunity that no one on the Douluo Continent would dare dream of!

Meanwhile, beyond the Sky Screen.

The entire Douluo Continent had long since been stunned into utter silence.

Inside the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu shakily rose to his feet, his aged, once-clouded eyes now full of disbelief.

"Th-this aura..."

"She only took a bath."

"And it washed away her original Soul Power, even merging her Martial Soul into her body?"

At that moment, Qian Daoliu felt as though his entire worldview were about to explode.

Countless astonishingly gifted geniuses on the Douluo Continent spent their entire lives desperately pursuing the elusive inheritances of the Divine Realm, even paying with their lives, all for a chance to reach level one hundred and become a god.

But in the Great Thousand World?

It seemed none of that trouble was necessary.

"If that's the case, just what unimaginable realm has that Divine Lord reached, to casually produce Primordial Chaos Ancestral Dragon marrow?"

Meanwhile, in the Great Thousand World.

"Come along. I'll show you around the Outer Hall first."

The leading white-robed maid turned around, her voice even and betraying no emotional fluctuations.

"Yes, my lady," Qian Renxue answered meekly with lowered eyes, then carefully followed the white-robed maid, cradling the unsharpened Green Steel Long Sword.

Following the edge of the milky-white pool, the two slowly entered a broad white-marble corridor.

The moment Qian Renxue stepped onto the corridor floor, she felt a soft, enveloping warmth beneath her feet, like water.

She instinctively looked down and saw that the corridor was paved not with ordinary stone slabs, but with a kind of faintly fluorescent warm jade.

Merely standing on this jade, she could feel wisps of pure energy slowly nourishing her meridians and Divine Soul.

After recognizing the material, Qian Renxue could not help drawing a sharp breath, and towering waves instantly surged through her heart.

This... is this something like Peerless Soul-Warming Jade?

Ancient texts on the Douluo Continent had recorded something very similar to this soul-warming jade.

But even a piece the size of a fingernail would have been enough to spark a bloody struggle between the Two Great Empires.

Carrying it could ward off Qi Deviation and nourish the soul.

Yet in the Outer Hall of this Great Desolation Divine Realm...

Something regarded as an unsurpassed treasure in the lower realm had actually been casually cut into squares and used to pave the floor?

Seemingly noticing Qian Renxue's unusual reaction, the white-robed maid walking ahead spoke indifferently without even turning her head.

"Don't make a fuss and disgrace the Divine Realm."

"These are merely scraps mined from the mountain out back. We use them to pave the paths to keep the dust off."

Scraps? Paving paths?

Qian Renxue gave a bitter laugh and could only silently lower her head.

Here, she truly was not even as knowledgeable as a country bumpkin.

All manner of exotic flowers and rare plants grew along both sides of the corridor.

Occasionally, a few birds with brilliantly colored plumage perched on the branches and chirped.

But Qian Renxue could clearly sense that even the most inconspicuous little bird beside the path contained energy fluctuations powerful enough to easily tear a Soul Douluo-level expert to pieces.

Just then, an elderly man in gray appeared at the corner ahead, holding a broom and silently sweeping fallen leaves.

The old man looked hunched, and his movements were extremely slow.

Qian Renxue had initially paid him no mind.

But when she passed him and inadvertently glanced at his sweeping motion, she instantly froze in place as though struck by an immobilization spell.

The old man appeared merely to give his broom a casual sweep.

Yet as its tip passed through the air, it stirred concentric ripples in space, visible to the naked eye.

And the seemingly ordinary withered yellow leaves on the ground actually rang out with metallic clangs the instant the broom touched them.

Fallen leaves as heavy as mountains, a broom slicing through space...

Qian Renxue swallowed, her scalp tingling.

She had no doubt that, if this old man wished, a single casual sweep of that broom could instantly flatten all of Spirit City, where Spirit Hall stood.

And such an unfathomably terrifying existence was merely a sweeping handyman in the Great Desolation Divine Realm?

Meanwhile.

On the grounds of Shrek Academy, on the Douluo Continent.

Everyone stared at the images on the Sky Screen overhead, unable to recover for a long time.

Tang San stood among the crowd, both hands clenched into fists.

Watching Qian Renxue walk through that fairyland-like place, watching the Heavenly Treasures and Earthly Precious Materials strewn everywhere, his eyes had begun to redden with jealousy.

They use precious jade of that caliber to pave paths, and even an old sweeper has such terrifying cultivation...

Tang San gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently.

Why wasn't I the one chosen?

I possess the Tang Sect Secret Arts and the Hundred Explanations of Hidden Weapons. With enough materials, I could kill even gods!

He roared inwardly.

In his eyes, Qian Renxue had merely been lucky enough to catch the attention of the Elder of the Great Desolation Divine Realm, who had brought her back and cleansed her marrow.

Had he, Tang San, gone instead, his intelligence and the wonders of the Mysterious Heaven Skill would certainly have allowed him to ride the wind and stir the waters in the Great Desolation Divine Realm, rather than grovel as a maid like Qian Renxue.

Beside him, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his face alternating between green and white.

The theories he took such pride in had already been smashed to pieces before absolute power.

Yet he still forced himself to maintain that unfathomable expression and sighed softly.

"It seems the Great Thousand World's foundations truly are a little deeper than we imagined."

"But all things engender and restrain one another."

"Though their energy is of a higher order, their techniques may not be particularly refined. As long as Little San masters their energy system, he will certainly shine brilliantly in the future."

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's forced attempt to salvage his dignity, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others nearby did not dare respond.

After all, the sight of Su Yuntao's earlier death remained vivid in their minds.

Elsewhere, in Spirit City.

Inside the Pope's Hall.

Bibi Dong stared blankly at the Sky Screen. Seeing her daughter humble herself before that white-robed maid, she could not help feeling a jumble of emotions.

On the one hand, she felt a trace of relief that Qian Renxue had reshaped her Spiritual Root and gained such an earth-shaking opportunity.

On the other, Spirit Hall's dignity, built over tens of thousands of years, had been trampled to pieces!

Yet before the people of the Douluo Continent could recover from these complicated emotions.

That majestic voice sounded from the Sky Screen once again.

"Hum!"

With a rumble, another line of large golden characters appeared on the golden screen.

[The survival results for the second batch of Explorers have been tallied!]

[Survival rate: two-fifths.]

[Explorer Qian Renxue has successfully joined the Great Desolation Divine Realm, one of the Great Thousand World Three Great Giants, and obtained the status of an Outer Hall maid.]

[Explorer Zhao Wuji remains in a standoff with Mu Chen of the Great Thousand World.]

As soon as the voice faded, before anyone could understand why the Sky Screen had suddenly announced the results.

Lines of large golden characters appeared once more.

[Achievement "First Glimpse of Brilliance" attained!]

[Special additional quota ×1]

[Beginning random selection...]

As the golden lettering on the Sky Screen continued flickering, the air across the entire Douluo Continent seemed to freeze.

Everyone looked up, watching the shifting lines of text, not daring even to breathe heavily.

Inside the Main Hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Chen Xin clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of anticipation and anxiety.

Heaven bless me. Please choose me...

Rongrong is still being bullied in that Ice Spirit Clan or whatever it's called. I have to save her!

Just then, the golden light on the Sky Screen abruptly stopped, and a dazzling line of large characters slowly appeared.

[Additional Explorer: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo, Chen Xin!]

The instant they saw that name.

The Main Hall first fell silent, then Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo Gu Rong burst out excitedly.

"Uncle Jian! It's you!"

Chen Xin threw back his head and laughed, astonishing Sword Intent instantly erupting from his aged eyes.

"Hahaha, good!"

"Feng Zhi, Old Bones, wait here."

Chen Xin swept his sleeve, unleashing the full pressure of a Level 96 Super Douluo without restraint.

"I'll go to that so-called Ice Spirit Clan right now. Even if it costs this old life of mine, I'll bring our little princess back!"

"Martial Ancestor? Ice Spirit Clan?"

"Before my Seven Kill Sword, with its Number One Attack Under Heaven, they'll all have to obediently listen to reason!"

"Whoosh!"

The moment his words fell, a golden pillar of light spanning heaven and earth descended, enveloping Chen Xin completely.

The light flashed, and he vanished from the Main Hall.

The scene shifted.

Another first-person view appeared on the Sky Screen, this one belonging to Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

The people of the Douluo Continent perked up and held their breath.

Everyone wanted to see just what waves this Super Douluo, reputed to have the greatest attack power on the Douluo Continent, could stir in the Great Thousand World.

By ordinary reasoning, everyone assumed Chen Xin would be transported to the Ice Spirit Clan, where Ning Rongrong was.

Naturally, Chen Xin thought so too.

But as the spatial fluctuations gradually subsided, Chen Xin slowly opened his eyes.

The Soul Power within him instantly surged, ready to face blizzards and powerful enemies at any moment.

"Don't be afraid, Rongrong. Grandpa Jian is-"

Yet halfway through, he swallowed his words as though his throat had been seized.

There was no expanse of white ice and snow before him, nor any divine city of the Ice Spirit Clan.

This was a strange world that made one's eyes sting with a single glance.

The rolling mountain ranges ahead had neither soil nor vegetation. Instead, they resembled ten-thousand-zhang great swords planted upside down in the earth, pointing straight toward the nine heavens.

Even the clouds drifting through the sky were formed from strands of incomparably sharp Sword Qi, gleaming with a cold metallic light as they refracted the sunlight.

Occasionally, a light breeze blew past.

"Hiss!"

Chen Xin felt a slight chill on his cheek.

He instinctively reached up to touch it, only to find a trace of blood on his fingertips.

That seemingly gentle breeze actually contained Sword Intent so sharp that even the protective Soul Power of a Super Douluo like him could not stop it!

"What is this place?"

Chen Xin's heart jolted with alarm, and his arrogance and confidence instantly receded somewhat.

He looked up and saw a long, surging river flowing between two Sword Mountains in the distance.

But how could what flowed in that river be water?

It was unmistakably Sword Qi so concentrated that it had liquefied, gleaming with a luster!

"A World of Swords this pure actually exists?"

As someone who had practiced the sword his entire life, Chen Xin's perception of swords far surpassed that of ordinary people.

At that moment, he felt as though countless tiny swords were scouring his internal organs with every breath.

The sensation brought both pain and yearning, utterly enthralling him.

Just then, he seemed to suddenly sense something.

Hummm...

Without him even actively summoning it, the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul within his body, in which he took such pride, burst out of him on its own, beyond his control!

The long sword, crystal clear from tip to hilt, hovered in midair.

Yet at that moment, the Seven Kill Sword displayed none of its usual dominance as the Martial Soul hailed as the Number One Attack Under Heaven!

The Seven Kill Sword's blade trembled incessantly, releasing hum after hum as it pointed toward a direction in the distance.

Chen Xin looked up in bewilderment and saw a Great Sword spanning heaven and earth, inscribed with two bold, powerful characters:

[Sword Domain]""