bdsm-fiction Chapter 14: Nascent Soul Stage Flood Dragon!
Chapter 14: Nascent Soul Stage Flood Dragon!
As the grand voice from the sky faded away, the entire Douluo Continent was thrown into an uproar.
The Spirit Hall, the Papal Palace.
Inside the magnificent hall, the atmosphere, which had been somewhat somber due to Su Yuntao's murder, was now replaced by a strange emotion.
The numerous cardinals and platinum bishops standing on both sides of the main hall looked at each other in bewilderment.
Bibi Dong sat on the papal throne, her brows slightly furrowed.
Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, her gaze fixed on the back of the figure that had already turned and left on the screen.
"Is this the chosen one of the cultivation world?"
Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of doubt.
She has seen far too many geniuses.
The Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall was filled with exceptionally talented individuals; the men were handsome and dashing, and the women were breathtakingly beautiful.
They all possessed an arrogance and brilliance that belonged to geniuses.
However, the young man named Han Li in the picture has dark skin, an ordinary appearance, and could even be described as somewhat rustic.
If you threw him onto the streets of Soto, probably no one would even give him a second glance.
This kind of person actually carries the immense fortune of a cultivation world?
Beside him, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan also held a golden chrysanthemum, a mocking smile playing on his lips:
"Your Holiness, it seems that this so-called world of mortal cultivation is nothing special after all."
"I thought the chosen one would be a peerless genius who would cause celestial phenomena upon his appearance and summon dragons at will."
"So this is the guy who looks like a country bumpkin?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo is extremely concerned about appearance and pomp.
In his view, how could a protagonist of an era look so ordinary, without even a decent set of clothes?
"And look at the way he fought just now."
Chrysanthemum Douluo fiddled with the chrysanthemum in his hand, his tone becoming increasingly disdainful.
"When I encountered a level 26 Soul Master, my first reaction was to hide behind a tree."
"After winning the battle, we not only had to search the dead man's clothes for things, but we also had to burn the body and scatter the ashes."
"This kind of behavior is like that of a rat in the sewers; where is the dignified and imposing air that a chosen one should possess?"
Upon hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's assessment, many high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall in the main hall nodded in agreement.
In the world of Douluo Continent, the competition between Soul Masters is all about fairness and justice. Even in life-or-death battles, it is mostly a head-on confrontation.
Han Li's cautiousness to the core, even bordering on sleazy, is simply not in line with their definition of a strong person.
Ghost Douluo stood in the shadows, and although he didn't speak, he shook his head slightly.
I feel that the evaluation given by Tianmu this time is really undeserved.
Bibi Dong listened to her subordinates' discussion and slowly withdrew her gaze.
"Perhaps it is precisely because this world is too cruel that it produces people with this kind of personality."
Although Bibi Dong felt that Han Li's actions were somewhat underhanded, she did not completely let her guard down.
What she really cared about was the last sentence Tianmu said.
In the future, they may ascend to the Immortal Realm and reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao.
fairyland.
How could this seemingly ordinary dark-faced boy be qualified to touch that level?
"No matter how incompetent he is now, since Tianmu says he has the potential to ascend to the Immortal Realm, it means that the upper limit of this world is much higher than we imagined."
After speaking, Bibi Dong stood up and looked down at everyone in the hall.
"Pass down the order: from now on, whenever any image of Han Li appears on the sky, it must be recorded and his every move carefully analyzed."
"I want to see how a country bumpkin manages to reach the top of the Great Dao."
……
at the same time.
Outside the city of Soto, in the Kingdom of Barak.
The atmosphere on Shrek Academy's playground was somewhat different from that of the Spirit Hall.
"Hahaha, that's hilarious!"
Then, Ma Hongjun, the Fiery Phoenix, clutched his stomach and pointed at the light screen in mid-air, bursting into laughter.
"This is the chosen one of the higher dimensions? Even I, Fatty, could easily outshine him!"
Oscar stroked his chin, striking a profound pose.
"It seems the feng shui in the cultivation world isn't very conducive to health."
"If all chosen ones look like this, then if I went to the cultivation world, wouldn't I be able to become a sect leader just by looking at myself?"
Shrek Seven Devils' words made the teachers around them chuckle.
Dai Mubai crossed his arms over his chest, his blond hair swaying gently in the breeze.
As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he was born with a sense of superiority.
"His appearance is average, but the key is that his talent and strength don't seem to be anything special either."
Dai Mubai shook his head, his tone full of disapproval.
"With just a few tattered paper talismans and a shield that could bend, I barely managed to kill a level 26 Great Soul Master."
"If I were to face him, I would activate my White Tiger Vajra Transformation and smash any light shield or iron shield I could find with a single slap."
Dai Mubai's words also expressed the sentiments of everyone at Shrek Academy.
They are students from Monster Academy.
Everyone is a genius, one in a million.
Compared to the cautious and timid Han Li in the picture, they felt that they were the true chosen ones.
Yu Xiaogang stood in front of the crowd, and his confidence, which had been shaken by the Changchun Kung Fu, miraculously recovered quite a bit.
He put his hands behind his back, cleared his throat, and began his long speech.
"You're right."
"The upper limit of a world often depends on the quality of the chosen ones in that world."
Yu Xiaogang pointed at the light screen, looking like he was surveying the world.
"This Han Li, judging from both his bone age and energy fluctuations, is already an adult, yet he only possesses that level of strength."
"Moreover, the methods he uses mostly rely on external objects, rather than the original power he cultivates himself."
What does this mean?
Yu Xiaogang looked around and then offered his conclusion.
"This shows that although the cultivation world has some strange and ingenious skills that we have never seen, their talent pool is actually very scarce."
"The fact that even someone with such mediocre talent could be chosen as the Chosen One is enough to prove that the talent of the native beings of that world is far inferior to that of the Soul Masters of our Douluo Continent."
Upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's analysis, the Shrek Academy members nodded in agreement, agreeing that the master's words made perfect sense.
Even Tang San secretly agreed in his heart.
He stood at the back of the crowd and reached out to touch the "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon" pendant on his waist.
Looking at Han Li's information on the screen, Tang San's lips curled into a faint smile.
"The chosen one?"
Tang San sneered inwardly.
He transmigrated here with all the unique skills of the Tang Clan from his previous life.
Mysterious Heaven Skill, Ghostly Shadows, Purple Demon Eyes, Crane Control and Dragon Capture.
In addition, he possesses the top-tier configuration of innate full soul power and twin martial souls.
This is the kind of treatment a true protagonist should receive, okay?
In Tang San's view, the so-called magic and talismans used by Han Li in the scene were no different from the mechanical hidden weapons of the Tang Sect.
It's not even as well-concealed as his hidden weapons.
"If one day, I could enter that world too..."
"I will show the people of that world what real hidden weapons are, and what true genius is."
"As for Han Li, he's just an ordinary person who's had a bit more luck; he doesn't deserve to be called the Chosen One at all."
……
Meanwhile, high above the nine heavens, beyond the reach of mortals.
Douluo God Realm.
The five great god-kings rarely gather in this magnificent palace that floats deep in the sea of clouds.
But today, several illusory figures exuding terrifying pressure sat beside the huge round table in the center of the hall.
The air inside the entire hall seemed to have frozen.
The Asura God sat in the main seat, his red eyes piercing through the thick clouds, gazing at the scene in the sky.
"Ascension to the Immortal Realm..."
Beside him, Poseidon held a golden trident, his brow furrowed.
"Shura, did you notice that sentence too?"
The sea god's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible irritation.
As the rulers of the Douluo God Realm.
They usually look down on the mortal realm, watching those ordinary people struggle to become gods, and their hearts are filled with a sense of superiority as gods.
In their minds, the Douluo God Realm is the pinnacle of the universe.
The God-King is the supreme being.
But now this inexplicably appearing celestial canopy has thrown out a so-called celestial realm.
Moreover, judging from the sky's appearance, that mortal who looks like a peasant will actually be able to go to that place in the future.
This is tantamount to telling them.
Above the Douluo God Realm, there is a world of even higher dimensions.
How could the high and mighty gods accept this?
"Utterly ridiculous."
The God of Destruction snorted coldly, and the purplish-black destructive intent on his body was faintly boiling.
"An ant that plays with fireballs in the lower realms, hasn't even touched the threshold of divine power, yet dares to talk about ascending to the pinnacle of the Great Dao?"
"What kind of mortal cultivation world is this? It's one thing to put up a light screen and pretend to be a god, but to actually have the audacity to fabricate a celestial world is another."
The God of Destruction looked at Han Li as if he were looking at an insect that dared to defy the heavens.
"If he really appears in the realm of gods, I only need to lift a finger to annihilate his soul and spirit."
The god of evil also smiled and shook his head.
"Destruction is right."
"This kid has mediocre talent and ordinary bones. Even if you give him 100,000 years, he still won't be able to cultivate to the level of a god."
"Not to mention ascension."
"Let's keep watching."
The Asura God withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.
"I want to see what this so-called cultivation world really has up its sleeve."
"Let's see what kind of waves these newly selected people can make in this world."
With the God Kings falling silent, the Douluo God Realm returned to quiet once more, with only the sea of clouds rolling silently.
Meanwhile, in the sky above Douluo Continent, the enormous light screen had completely changed its perspective.
The image became clear again.
Shi Nian, the vice dean of Canghui Academy, was standing on a deserted island covered with black reefs.
A sea breeze carrying a thick layer of moisture swept over me.
This is not inland, but a vast and boundless unfamiliar sea where the water is a deep blue.
A sea of chaotic stars.
This dangerous land, known in the mortal cultivation world for its chaos and numerous demonic beasts, welcomed a seventh-ring Soul Saint from the Douluo Continent.
Although Shi Nian's face was somewhat pale at this moment, a sinister smile was on his lips.
At his feet lay three corpses of cultivators, each dressed differently.
All three of them possessed the cultivation level of the early Foundation Establishment stage.
They were originally a group of rogue cultivators who went out to sea to hunt low-level monsters. They happened to pass by this deserted island and found that Shi Nian was alone and had strange energy fluctuations. So they decided to kill him and steal his treasure.
But they ended up suffering a major setback.
"Heh, so this is what cultivators are like?"
Shi Nian put away his lingering martial spirit, which was covered in colorful mist, and walked up to one of the corpses and kicked it twice.
"He possesses considerable physical energy, yet his mental strength is as fragile as a blank sheet of paper."
"In my fading dream world, don't we all obediently kill each other?"
Shi Nian's eyes were full of disdain.
The battle just now was actually very brief.
Just as these three Foundation Establishment cultivators were about to unleash their magical artifacts, Shi Nian directly activated his seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Body.
The Realm of Broken Dreams opens.
Those three low-level rogue cultivators, who had made no progress in cultivating their spiritual senses, instantly fell into the deepest nightmare, treating their companions as irreconcilable enemies, and stabbing each other through the heart with their flying swords.
This battle also inflated Shi Nian's confidence to the extreme.
Viewers of Douluo Continent were also amazed by this scene.
"No wonder he was the vice dean back then!"
"He's a Soul Saint with level 72 Soul Power; dealing with a few low-level cultivators is a piece of cake for him."
Tian Dou City, inside Cang Hui Academy.
A group of teachers and students cheered loudly in excitement.
Su Yuntao finally got his revenge here with Han Li after being defeated by Han Li in a one-on-one fight.
Even Bibi Dong from the Spirit Hall nodded slightly.
"The Remnant Dream Martial Soul of that era is indeed rare, specializing in the spiritual realm."
"It seems that although those low-level cultivators have powerful spells, their mental defense is a fatal weakness."
People seemed to think that as long as a Soul Master's level was high enough, they could still run rampant in this so-called world of cultivation.
However, just as Shi Nian squatted down, preparing to imitate Han Li and search the storage bags on the three cultivators,
A sudden change occurred.
The once calm sea suddenly began to churn violently.
A terrifying pressure that made it hard to breathe surged up from the depths of the sea, instantly enveloping an area of hundreds of miles in radius!
The clouds in the sky visibly turned inky black.
Countless thick silver lightning bolts weaved through the clouds like dragons.
"What happened?"
Shi Nian suddenly stood up straight, his face changing drastically.
He felt as if he were being crushed by a mountain, making it incredibly difficult to even breathe.
He had only ever felt this kind of pressure from a titled Douluo he had met by chance in his early years. No, it was ten times more terrifying than that!
"Boom!"
With a deafening clap of thunder, the seawater in front of the deserted island exploded, forming a huge whirlpool hundreds of meters in diameter.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal object slowly rose from the vortex.
It was a terrifying behemoth that was over a hundred feet long.