He felt that if those trash without even Martial Souls in the images stood before him, a single White Tiger Fierce Light Wave from him could sweep a whole swath of them dead.
"Boss Dai's analysis is very thorough."
Just then, even Tang San, who had been frowning all along, spoke up.
Although his eyes had stung slightly while watching the Sky Screen earlier, he attributed it to a mental attack from the illusion.
As a genius of the Tang Sect's Outer Sect in his previous life, he considered himself a master of countless Tang Sect Secret Arts, with mental faculties far beyond those of ordinary people.
"Everyone, don't let the illusions in the sky cloud your minds."
His expression calm, his voice carrying confidence and certainty, Tang San began analyzing the situation for everyone.
"I observed it carefully just now. Although this screen of light is enormous, it's actually more like an extremely sophisticated mental toxin, or some lost, esoteric formation."
"Through sound and light, it acts directly on our Seas of Consciousness, attempting to brainwash us."
"All this talk of thousand-year lifespans and a Supreme Realm completely defies the fundamental principles of cultivation."
"For us Soul Masters, reaching level one hundred and becoming a god is already the limit of the Heavenly Dao."
"How could anyone possibly live for several thousand years so casually?"
"As for the manipulator behind this, the reason they deliberately fabricated a lofty Great Thousand World is simply to seize this opportunity to rake in money, or carry out some new conspiracy."
After hearing Tang San's clear, professional analysis, Xiao Wu, who stood behind him, immediately hugged his arm with a face full of admiration.
"Brother San is right!"
"That's what I thought! How could there possibly be a place more powerful than our Douluo Continent?"
"Aren't people without Martial Souls just ordinary people?"
Although Zhu Zhuqing said nothing, she nodded slightly as well, clearly agreeing with Tang San.
After all, in the eyes of this group of monstrous geniuses, their cultivation talents were already among the best on the continent.
They had the best Martial Souls and the best Soul Ring Configurations.
Now a voice had suddenly appeared, saying that their Douluo Continent was merely the most worthless of billions of Lower Planes. How could proud geniuses like them possibly accept that?
It was nothing short of an insult to their pride!
And at that moment, no one reacted more strongly than Ning Rongrong, the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Exactly! This is simply the most ridiculous thing under heaven!"
Ning Rongrong stood with her hands on her hips, her delicate, pretty little face full of arrogance and willfulness.
She rolled her eyes dramatically at the sky.
"Great Thousand World? Never heard of it! The name sure sounds intimidating, though!"
"I'm the sole heir to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is the number-one support sect in the world!"
"My Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone are genuine level ninety-six and level ninety-five Super Douluos!"
"Across the whole world, apart from Spirit Hall, who would dare claim to be stronger than our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
The more Ning Rongrong spoke, the more absurd she found it, and she even began giggling despite herself.
"The person pulling this prank really is an idiot."
"If you're going to make things up, at least make them believable."
"Forcibly selecting people? Sending them to the Great Thousand World to livestream a year of survival?"
"I'm standing right here! Let's see if this lousy screen of light dares to pick me!"
With that, Ning Rongrong raised her fair chin, challenging the screen of light in the sky like a proud white swan.
"If it dares to pick me, once my Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone arrive, a single sword strike will punch a hole through this wretched Sky Screen and its supernatural tricks!"
"Then I'll drag out whoever's behind this and break both his legs!"
Ning Rongrong's words were arrogant to the extreme.
Having grown up pampered by two Titled Douluos, she had no idea that beyond every sky lay another sky, and beyond every great person stood someone greater.
Within her narrow understanding, Titled Douluo was synonymous with invincibility.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar, standing nearby, burst into laughter too.
"Rongrong is right! If it really picks us, I'll burn those country bumpkins who don't even have Martial Souls to death with my Evil Fire Phoenix!" Ma Hongjun first leered at Ning Rongrong's bulging breasts, then tossed his red hair smugly.
"Looks like today's farce will be over soon." Flender shook his head, offering no rebuttal to the children's words, and prepared to turn back and have some tea.
Yet in the next second, the scene within the Sky Screen changed again:
[The rules have been read out.] [The first batch of Great Thousand World Explorers will consist of five participants.] [Random selection across the entire continent will now begin!] [Preparing countdown...] [Ten!] [Nine!] [Eight!]
Meanwhile.
Inside an upscale hotel in Suotuo City, in the Heaven Dou Empire.
The room's furnishings were very neat, and the table was piled high with books and manuscripts about Martial Soul Theory.
At that moment, a middle-aged man with a crew cut, ordinary looks, and a somewhat stiff face stood before the window with his hands clasped behind his back.
He wore cloth garments washed almost pale. Although he looked down on his luck, his eyes carried a lofty arrogance, as though he had seen through every truth in the world.
This man was none other than Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, who had just arrived in Suotuo City and was preparing to head to Shrek Academy to meet his old friend Flender.
He listened to the grand voice coming from the Sky Screen and watched the vast images unfolding in the sky.
Not a trace of awe or shock appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face; instead, he gave a forceful, cold snort.
"Ignorant. Utterly absurd!"
Yu Xiaogang picked up a cup of plain tea from the table and took a gentle sip.
"Great Thousand World? Spiritual Energy? No Martial Souls?"
"The person behind these supernatural tricks doesn't even understand the most basic common sense, yet dares to come out and swindle people!"
Yu Xiaogang sneered repeatedly, even finding the caster behind the Sky Screen exceedingly stupid.
In his view, anyone wishing to construct an illusion capable of deceiving the entire continent had to follow logic, at the very least.
But what was this Sky Screen saying? People could cultivate without Martial Souls?
This was nothing short of a challenge to his professional bottom line!
In his worldview, he, Yu Xiaogang, was the smartest person on the entire Douluo Continent, the absolute authority on Martial Soul Theory.
The "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul" he had proposed were the irrefutable truth of this world.
Now this suddenly appearing Sky Screen actually claimed that in that so-called Great Thousand World, there were no Martial Souls and no Soul Rings?
Wasn't that a slap in the face to him, a grandmaster of Martial Soul Theory?
"A joke! The greatest joke under heaven!"
Yu Xiaogang abruptly slammed his teacup heavily onto the wooden table, growing angrier the more he thought about it.
"For all living beings, the source of power comes from the awakening of Martial Souls!"
"Without a Martial Soul as a medium, the human body is like a funnel. What could it use to sense the energy between heaven and earth? And what could it use to store and cultivate this so-called Spiritual Energy?"
"It's like telling someone without a mouth that he can eat an entire imperial banquet. Does that make sense?"
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