socalfunplaces Chapter 12: Han Li Makes His Appearance!
Chapter 12: Han Li Makes His Appearance!
His gaze shifted from the sky to the area below the main hall.
Finally, his gaze fell on Prince Avalanche, who was standing in the front row.
Avalanche is very young, only a teenager, with a strong body and vigorous blood and energy.
Although he usually pretends to be a spoiled brat, his young body is full of vitality that drives Emperor Xueye mad with jealousy.
Then he looked at the young royal knights standing straight beside him, wearing silver armor.
They were all so young and so energetic.
A crazy idea, like a poisonous weed, grew wildly in the mind of Emperor Xueye.
"What if... I could master this method too?"
Emperor Xueye's breathing became somewhat heavy.
Elder Wu was also a frail body nearing the end of his life, with only three years left to live.
However, all he needed to do was set up an array and take a few pills to easily insert his soul into a young man's mind.
Erasure of the other party's consciousness, and directly take over that perfect young body!
A second chance at life!
What an incredible and audacious method!
Emperor Xueye's eyes gradually darkened.
If the Heavenly Dou Empire could obtain this secret technique of possession, could he also be like that Elder Wu?
He could easily have secretly built an identical underground stone chamber deep within the palace.
Then, from among the death row inmates, or even from the lowest-ranking commoners, select the strongest and most handsome young man.
The soul is replaced without anyone noticing.
At that time, he will still be the Snow Night Emperor.
However, he will have a brand new, young body that can live for decades or even centuries!
He could even use that young body to cultivate a technique called "Eternal Spring Skill" and pursue a lifespan of five hundred or a thousand years!
Thinking of this, Emperor Xueye felt as if his blood was boiling.
What morality, what cruelty, what evil magic?
In the face of the allure of immortality and power, all of that is utter nonsense!
Emperor Xueye, who had sat on this throne for decades, had long since grown cold inside.
For the empire, for imperial power, what wouldn't he do?
What does it matter if a few civilians are sacrificed?
"Your Majesty, are you...are you alright?"
Looking at Emperor Xueye's somewhat distorted and reddened face, the old eunuch cautiously asked a question.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Xueye withdrew his gaze, concealing the darkness in his eyes.
He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound authoritative and calm.
"Issue my decree."
"Immediately increase manpower and spare no expense to collect records of all cultivation world formations, pills, and techniques that appear on the sky."
"Especially that red array set up by Elder Wu, the painter must copy it perfectly, not even missing a single detail of a rune!"
The officials below the main hall immediately knelt down to receive the order.
No one knows what kind of plans this aging emperor was plotting.
……
Meanwhile, overseas, far from Douluo Continent.
On a vast, azure sea, lies a massive island perpetually shrouded in the light of the sea god.
Poseidon Island.
This place is a sacred place in the hearts of all Sea Soul Masters in Douluo Continent, and the absolute core of the Sea God faith.
At the summit of Poseidon Mountain, on the magnificent Seven Pillars Plaza.
The waves crashed against the rocks, creating a deafening roar.
However, the atmosphere in the square was as cold as ice.
The seven titled Douluo guarding the sacred pillars stood at the edge of the plaza, looking up at the sky.
The sky, which is visible in other parts of Douluo Continent, is equally clear here.
The muscles on the face of the Sea Dragon Douluo, a level 95 Super Douluo, were twitching uncontrollably at this moment.
His formidable soul power seemed utterly meaningless in the face of this mere glimpse of the sky.
"The Grand Offering..."
Sea Dragon Douluo turned his head and looked at the red figure standing at the front of the square.
Poseidon.
The Grand Priest of Poseidon Island, a level 99 Limit Douluo, and one of the three peerless Douluos.
She wore a magnificent red robe and held a three-meter-long golden scepter in her hand.
Time seems to have left no trace on her face; she still looks like a stunning woman in her thirties.
But at this moment, Poseidon's eyes, which were originally as deep as the sea, were filled with confusion.
"You all saw it."
Poseidon did not turn around; her voice sounded ethereal and weary in the sea breeze.
"I saw it." Starfish Douluo swallowed hard, his voice dry.
"That 60,000-year-old dark gold dinosaur was subdued by three old men who casually pulled out an iron ring."
"And that evil spell that can possess someone else's body."
"What kind of place is this cultivation world...?"
What truly shocked her was neither the formation nor Elder Wu's method of possession.
It was the lifespan theory that was exposed before the sky was covered!
The Core Formation stage corresponds to a Title Douluo, with a lifespan of five hundred years.
The Nascent Soul stage corresponds to the Limit Douluo level, with a lifespan of one thousand years.
Does that mean the Nascent Soul stage corresponds to the highest deity or god they worship?
Poseidon's mind was in turmoil as she thought about all this.
From a young age, she was chosen as the priestess of Poseidon Island, receiving the sea god's legacy and baptism.
In her mind, the sea god was the supreme being in this world, the one who created the ocean and set the rules.
Her purpose in existing is to protect Poseidon Island.
And one day in the future, he will sacrifice his life for the sake of the succession of the next Sea God.
This is an unparalleled honor, and she has always remained steadfast in her belief in it.
But what she saw today made her waver.
As a level 99 Limit Douluo, she is probably not one of the strongest in the cultivation world as she is now on the Douluo Continent.
The sea god she worshipped her whole life, a first-level god who was high and mighty in the divine realm, probably wouldn't be considered a ruler-level being in the cultivation world.
She didn't understand what the Nascent Soul stage meant in the hierarchy of the cultivation world.
Human realm, spirit realm, immortal realm?
These worlds are perhaps all stronger than the last.
What kind of being is the strongest in the immortal realm?
……
Unlike the confusion on Poseidon Island, this is the City of Slaughter.
There is no sunlight here, only a perpetually dark, blood-red sky.
The streets were littered with severed limbs, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
Countless vicious and depraved people eke out a living here, killing each other for a daily cup of Bloody Mary.
In the eyes of everyone in Douluo Continent, this place is the most terrifying.
However, at this moment, all these villains who had been licking blood from the edge of a knife stopped their killing spree.
They huddled in a dark corner, trembling as they watched the enormous light screen in mid-air that had also pierced through the underground barrier.
In the heart of the Killing City, inside that towering, dark red hall.
The King of Slaughter sat enthroned on a vast skull throne.
He held a cup of still-steaming blood in his hand, but he didn't drink a drop.
Those scarlet eyes were fixed on the scene on the light screen where Elder Wu's primordial spirit left his body and entered Zhang Tiezhu's brow.
The King of Slaughter, or rather, Tang Chen, who was parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.
We are currently in a state of chaos.
The original owner of this body was Tang Chen, a peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine. However, he was ambushed by the Rakshasa God during the Asura God Trial, which caused him to lose consciousness. A mutated 100,000-year-old soul beast, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, took advantage of the situation and possessed his body.
In a sense, the current state of the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King is similar to possession.
However, this parasitism has a huge flaw.
"Damn it! How can the methods of this cultivation world be so perfect!"
Inside the main hall, the deep roar of the King of Slaughter echoed.
The consciousness of the blood-red nine-headed bat king surged wildly in Tang Chen's mind.
It watched Elder Wu's possession process and was so jealous it was almost insane.
It paid a huge price to take over Tang Chen's body back then, and even now, it cannot completely erase the remnants of Tang Chen's consciousness.
Tang Chen's soul counterattack, belonging to the Limit Douluo, would cause it unbearable pain every once in a while.
Moreover, this parasitism also caused its body to become incomplete.
Once it encounters the light of the sea god or the pure divine power of the Asura god, it will be greatly suppressed.
It lives every day in fear of being devoured.
But what about Elder Wu in the light screen?
The primordial spirit directly leaves the body, swallows the other's soul in one gulp, and perfectly occupies the other's physical body.
There is no rejection, no residual hidden dangers, and you can even directly inherit the cultivation techniques and spiritual power within the other party's body!
This technique was an unparalleled divine skill that the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King had always dreamed of!
"If only I could learn this method of possession..."
At this thought, the King of Slaughter's hands suddenly crushed the wine cup made of human bones, and blood flowed down his fingers.
"If I could learn this method, I could completely devour Tang Chen's soul!"
"Not only that, I could even abandon this broken body and find a younger, more promising genius to possess again!"
"By then, I will not only have perfect mastery of the human cultivation system, but I will also be able to break free from the shackles of the Asura God Trial and truly become the ruler of this continent!"
The blood-red nine-headed bat king's greed swelled to its extreme at this moment.
Outside the main hall.
The fallen ones in the killing city were no less shocked than the King of Slaughter.
They used to think they were the most ruthless and evil people in the world.
They kill without batting an eye.
But today, after reading about the survival rules of the cultivation world, they suddenly realized that they were just average.
Killing someone is nothing more than a beheading.
The killings in Douluo Continent, no matter how cruel, are limited to cutting people into pieces or torturing them with poison.
But what about the cultivation world?
They frequently resort to extracting and refining souls, imprisoning people's souls in magical artifacts as nourishment, and subjecting them to eternal torment.
The sect elders, who appear to be otherworldly and dignified, secretly treat their disciples as medicinal materials for nurturing cauldrons. After drugging them, they directly erase their consciousness and take over their bodies.
This sent a chill down the spines of the villains in this killing city.
"This...this cultivation world is the real hell."
A scarred man with a knife on his face threw down his machete and swallowed hard.
"Yeah, here, if you can't win, you can at least die a quick death."
"Once you go to that place, even death becomes a luxury; your soul will be captured and burned like a sky lantern..."
Just as all the forces across the Douluo Continent were harboring different thoughts and immersed in this unprecedented and enormous shock.
On the sky, the images about possession and lifespan slowly faded away.
Immediately afterwards, the grand sound from the sky resounded once more.
The first batch of random explorers have all been wiped out; survival rate: zero.
The fundamental laws and brutality of the cultivation world have been initially revealed.
[Now, we will begin the selection process for the second batch of explorers.]
[Note: The number of participants selected this time will be increased to five, and due to the extremely high level of danger in the cultivation world, the selection mechanism will be slightly adjusted.]
[Priority will be given to selecting individuals from the Douluo Continent who possess profound fortune, considerable strength, or unique backgrounds to enter the cultivation world.]
[Spots are being secured...]
The moment that voice rang out, all the powerful figures, commoners, and soul beasts across the entire Douluo Continent held their breath.
Especially when they hear phrases like "deeply blessed with good fortune" and "relatively strong in strength".
Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall, Poseidon of Seagod Island, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San of Shrek Academy, and even the Titan Giant Ape of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat at that moment.
Before long, as the text on the sky appeared, names were finally revealed one by one.
[A new batch of explorers has been confirmed:]
[Su Yuntao, a deacon of the Spirit Hall and a level 26 Great Soul Master!]
[The instructor leading the team from Canghui Academy, a level 53 Soul King, is Ye Zhi Qiu!]
[Beast Academy, Level 30 Quasi-Soul Master, Meng Yiran!]
[The Fourth Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, a Level 35 Soul Master, is experiencing an avalanche!]
[Vice Dean of Canghui Academy, Level 72 Soul Saint, Shi Nian!]
As soon as the list was released, a murmur of discussion arose throughout the Douluo Continent.
Many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Tianmu said he wanted to select people with deep luck or strong strength, fortunately, he didn't directly select people like Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong who were at the top of the pyramid.
Of these five people, apart from Shi Nian, who is a Soul Saint of level 72, the others can only be considered as low to middle level.
The Imperial Palace of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
As Emperor Xueye looked at the name "Avalanche" on the list, a barely perceptible glint of light flashed in his turbid eyes.
He was just thinking about possessing another body and being reborn.
Unexpectedly, his son was actually chosen by the Heavenly Curtain.
"If Avalanche could find the follow-up techniques of the Everlasting Spring Skill in that world, or bring back the diagrams of those possession formations..."
The Snow Night Emperor's withered fingers gently tapped the armrests of the dragon throne.
He even had a faint hope that the avalanche would survive a little longer on the other side.
What does sacrificing a son matter as long as he can get back what he wants?
Inside the Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong's gaze lingered on the names "Shi Nian" and "Su Yun Tao".
Su Yuntao was just a low-level steward, insignificant.
But times have changed. A Soul Saint of level 72 is already considered a powerful figure in the Douluo Continent.
Based on what happened in the sky before, as long as he doesn't go to some immortal realm, he should be considered a master in his own right.
"I want to see just how much of a chance a Soul Saint from our Douluo Continent has against a cultivator of the same level from the cultivation world," Bibi Dong muttered to herself.
Not only her, but all the Soul Masters on the continent with a little knowledge were now focused on Shi Nian.
They were eager to know whether the high-end combat power of Douluo Continent could truly dominate the human realm.
While everyone had their own thoughts.
The countdown on the sky has also ended.
Swish.
Five beams of light descended from the sky, instantly teleporting the five people on the list away.
Immediately afterwards, the sky split into five windows of different sizes, each locking onto the perspective of one of the five people.
The screen lit up, and the first thing to become clear was Su Yuntao's perspective.
This is a dense and secluded primeval forest, surrounded by all sorts of strange plants whose names I don't know.
A light mist hung in the air, and the spiritual energy was abundant.
Su Yuntao swallowed hard, cautiously looking around.
He was wearing the iconic deacon uniform of the Spirit Hall, with a badge on his chest proving his identity.
"Thank goodness, it seems we've been transported to the human realm."
Su Yuntao sensed the surrounding environment and, unlike Hu Yanlie, did not encounter the terrifying spatial gravity pressure, which immediately calmed him down.
He watched the live broadcast.
As long as he doesn't encounter anything that flies in the sky, or sect elders, a level 26 Great Soul Master like him should have no problem protecting himself in the wilderness of the human realm.
Just as Su Yuntao was preparing to explore a direction.
Suddenly, a faint rustling sound of leaves came from the bushes ahead.
"who!"
Su Yuntao's eyes narrowed, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
Two yellow, century-old soul rings instantly rose beneath his feet, and the phantom of a lone wolf appeared behind him, its hands transforming into sharp wolf claws.
Martial Spirit Possession, Lone Wolf!
In such a dangerous place as the cultivation world, he dared not be careless in the slightest.
The leaves were gently parted.
A young man who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with dark skin and an unremarkable appearance, emerged from behind the bushes.
The young man was wearing a slightly yellowed coarse cloth long gown, and looked like an ordinary villager from the mountains.
But his eyes were very calm, even somewhat indifferent.
Viewers of Douluo Continent were able to see the young man's appearance clearly through the sky screen.
"Are these the natives of the cultivation world?"
"He looks too ordinary, and he doesn't have any presence."