What happened?
A great question arose in everyone's mind.
He was cut in half at the waist, leaving no trace of his body, yet he came back to life.
Such a miraculous scene unfolded before them, but what puzzled them even more was that they did not sense any extraordinary power, except for the spirit power that emanated from the Eight-Ring Soul Instructor after his death; there was nothing else.
Divinity?
Or is it an illusion that has deceived them all?
Recalling the immense mental force displayed when they were forced to sign the master-servant contract in the past, the group felt the latter possibility was more likely. As for the former, it didn't seem impossible either—annihilating the two Limit Douluo. None of them had ever seen the true Divinity, nor had any of them truly witnessed the limits of this prince's power.
"I feel that experiencing it firsthand is more realistic," An Zhen murmured softly.
The next moment.
Suddenly, a person who looked exactly like them appeared before everyone's eyes.
A sense of foreboding crept into everyone's minds.
Before they could react, a sharp pain shot through them, and they lost all feeling in their lower bodies.
"Bang bang bang—"
On the beach at night, vibrant scarlet flowers bloom.
At the same time, the NPC puppet, which had been expressionless, revealed fear, terror, and pain in its eyes.
An Zhen had a sudden thought.
"Boom!"
A massive platform rose from the sea, enveloped in a halo of ethereal gold.
"In your current state, your souls and bodies are both fake. They are dolls that are replicated one-to-one based on your real bodies and souls. Only your consciousness is real," An Zhen said.
"See that platform? Put people and things on it, and you can replicate a Spirit Tool that is exactly the same as you are now, made of rare metals, half-finished, or even a certain state of you."
That's what they say.
In reality, it was a part of his consciousness that was paying attention to this area.
Multitasking.
The Soul Guides looked at An Zhen in surprise, digesting this shocking news.
It seems, it appears, or that's probably the case.
"So here, you can experiment with your own bodies to your heart's content without worrying about injury or death. Use the virtually unlimited rare metals to your heart's content. When conducting experiments, you don't have to be careful or worry about your half-finished spirit tool, which has finally taken a few steps towards success, being ruined by a wrong choice. You can save the status of the spirit tool at any time." An Zhen's clear voice rang out on the beach at night.
Apart from the sound of the waves and the boy's voice, it was very quiet.
"Hiss~"
Kong Deming gasped.
The Soul Guides, who are usually big shots in the outside world, were now in a daze, their heads stiffly twisting. They subconsciously looked at the people next to them and could see the utter shock in their eyes, even more surprised than when they saw the Eight-Ring Soul Instructor explode.
Regardless of the consequences.
Infinite rare metals.
Save the state at any time.
Ever since they learned spirit tools, they've developed a meticulous approach, even more so than with fine works of art. Especially now, in creating new spirit tools, they spend countless hours pondering the placement and angle of each stroke of the chisel. This is because some rare metals are so scarce, and some don't even offer many opportunities for trial and error; they can only eliminate mistakes through theoretical thinking.
"Of course," An Zhen continued, "all of this is real, yet also fake. What you have here, apart from your memories, cannot be brought into reality."
"That's enough." Kong Deming's voice trembled slightly, a tremor of excitement.
An unlimited opportunity to try and fail.
For those who have reached the current end of the Soul Guide path and are groping their way forward, it is more miraculous than a divine intervention.
Soul Guide, who had initially harbored some dissatisfaction with An Zhen, now looked at An Zhen with a newfound fervor in his eyes.
For example, Ye Yulin.
"However, if it's a particularly valuable scientific achievement, or something that interests me, I'm not unwilling to pay some price to bring it to reality," An Zhen added.
Scientists who possess extraordinary powers.
Infinite possibilities.
Who knows what will happen if you combine the two?
'Bring it into reality?!'
The Soul Guides were astonished.
There was an unexpected surprise!
"Take a dozen hours to get used to it first. Many of you still hold official positions with real power," An Zhen said. Few people are fully focused on soul guidance research. After all, reality is very real. To become one of the top people in Empire, rare metals, renowned teachers, and rare and precious materials are indispensable. In the previous era when the Empire was controlled by the emperor, they were all involved in officialdom.
"If you want to continue studying Spirit Tool here, then take care of your external affairs. Whatever legal methods you come up with, don't let them affect Empire's operation."
Especially those commanders of the Soul Guidance Corps.
Time is short, and several members of the Soul Guide team are still at the border and haven't been recalled yet, nor is it necessary to recall them for the time being. The Sun Moon Empire's achievements after this ordeal should be enough to intimidate the Original Douluo Three Kingdoms, but what if there are any arrogant fools among them?
As soon as he finished speaking, An Zhen disappeared, clearing out a space for the Soul Guides to experiment, letting them do whatever they wanted, but they couldn't go anywhere else.
Part of his consciousness will be paying attention to this place.
Go find Bing'er.
...
At the beach, the Soul Guides looked at each other.
His eyes were filled with a burning passion.
"Give it a try?" someone suddenly said.
The silvery moonlight flashed by.
Kong Deming appeared on the platform at sea.
The next moment, despite having no energy whatsoever, a figure identical to him appeared before him. Kong Deming reached out and directly removed the jade-like metal belt from the doll's waist; this was his storage spirit tool, and he probed into it with his mental force.
Hiss~
It was exactly the same as the contents of his Spirit Tool storage device.
"Two, four, eight! So many golden clouds!" A Ninth-Level Soul Engineer stood by the platform, muttering to himself, his eyes filled with excitement. He placed a palm-sized piece of strange gold with cloud-like patterns on it, copied it, took it off, put it back on, and repeated the operation. In a short while, the palm-sized piece of metal had become a small mountain.
"Old Wang, look at your pathetic self," a Ninth-Level Soul Engineer said jokingly, holding a bunch of identical storage spirit tools.
"It's a pity I can't take it with me." A Soul Guide touched the pile of rare metals in his arms, his face showing a wide range of emotions, from joy to sorrow.
It's no wonder that these Soul Guides, who appear so aloof to outsiders, wore such expressions. Their status was indeed high, but the items they possessed were still incredibly valuable treasures to them. For example, the ninth-level Soul Grandmaster, known as Old Wang, had acquired a palm-sized piece of golden cloud, which cost him a significant portion of his assets and incurred numerous favors.
"It's not entirely impossible," one person said.
Suddenly, a series of gazes fell upon Jing Hongchen, who was also replicating the rare metal.
His Highness once said that if they produced results that interested him, they could bring them into reality.
It's so dreamy.
Everything here is a dream for them now.
It's real, but it's fake.
Having witnessed such a miracle, they naturally had no doubt about what the prince had said.
And Jing Hongchen, oh no, Hongchen Prime Minister (National Advisor).
Regardless of whether that prince is truly the grandson of the Hongchen Prime Minister, the fact that the prince had the Prime Minister write the list of officials, giving the Prime Minister virtually absolute control over the court, and that they share the same surname, suggests that their relationship is definitely extraordinary.
"Multifaceted Magic Crystal, Soul-Forging Silver." Jing Hongchen happily copied the rare metals he needed, completely ignoring the gazes coming from behind him.
Jing Hongchen was somewhat surprised that his grandson had given him such a big surprise.
Super Douluo.
They have unlimited opportunities to experiment, and can even use their own bodies to conduct experiments.
Jing Hongchen felt that he might be able to challenge the unprecedented Level 10 Soul Master.
...
The room was ice-cold.
An Zhen lay comfortably on the bed, or more precisely, on the snow-white thighs of a beautiful white-haired girl. A pair of slender hands gently caressed An Zhen's cheeks. On the other side, Hyotei wore a white and green short skirt, with white over-the-knee socks outlining her slender legs. An emerald-like crown added a touch of majesty. Her petite figure swayed, and her dark green twin ponytails danced in the air.
"You pervert," Snow Empress said coquettishly.
"They bully us sisters every single day, whenever they get the chance."
Despite this, Snow Empress showed no sign of blame; her sky-blue eyes shone with a faint joy.
" Xue'er Bing'er is so charming, how could I resist?" An Zhen smiled slightly, gently nuzzling his head against Snow Empress's thigh.
Reality.
An Zhen's bedroom.
An Zhen is making up for the lack of attention he has given to An Qiuer recently.
The world and destiny are intertwined.
"Hmm." The stunning blonde girl tilted her head back, her whole body tense, an unnatural blush appearing on her fair skin, and she was covered in sweat, as if she had just gone through some strenuous exercise. Her brilliant blonde hair was messy, with a few strands sticking to her forehead.
An Zhen peeked her head out from under her skirt.
"It feels so different." An Qiuer lay limply on the bed, seemingly savoring the feeling she had just experienced.
Wild beasts in their breeding season generally have strong emotions, let alone a True Dragon. An Qiuer, a girl who has never truly tasted meat, has been greatly affected by watching another dragon devour its flesh. She possesses some Golden Dragon blood, and her pent-up emotions naturally need a healthy outlet.
"Owner."
A purple figure approached.
Zi Ji lay down with her back to An Zhen.
The experienced Murasaki knows what kind of approach the master prefers.
The fitted leather pants outlined a smooth, rounded curve.
"This is life," An Zhen remarked.
Everything is going smoothly, and I have a beautiful woman in my arms.
Hardship and trials are indeed a good way to grow.
But it is the exquisite enjoyment that people truly desire.
It was the middle of the night, in another room.
On the princess's bed, the petite figure tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
"Why can't I sleep!"
Xu Tianzhen lifted the covers with both hands and sat up. Her small figure looked somewhat lonely in the dark room.
A pair of small, white-shouldered hands tugged at the corner of the blanket.
The doubts from the daytime still troubled the little empress.
Moreover, she always felt like something was missing, and she couldn't find the feeling from last night; she just didn't feel comfortable.
"Never mind, I'll meditate and cultivate."
On the same floor, in another room, a holy golden figure sat cross-legged on the large bed. In a daze, it seemed as if a phantom six-winged figure was standing behind her.
Ye Guyi slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
His blue eyes were filled with joy.
Ye Guyi extended her left hand, and the next moment, a bright and holy golden flame appeared in her palm, pure and blazing, like divine fire from heaven, ready to burn away all the evil in the world.
"Truly worthy of being called a 100,000-year-old Spirit Bone," the girl exclaimed.
The enhancements brought by this treasure are comprehensive. In addition to two extremely powerful Spirit Abilities, it improves the most basic physical strength, spirit power level, and even innate talents.
"I really don't know how I can repay such kindness from my teacher in the future." Ye Guyi's heart was filled with gratitude.
Keep practicing!
Regardless, the primary goal is to make yourself stronger.
In the quiet of the night, the girl began her meditation practice.
Despite possessing great talent, diligent daily practice remains crucial, which is why this talent has been transformed into the strength he has today.
Nothing was said that night.
daytime.
The underground research room of Mingde Hall.
A series of figures lay among them.
At a certain moment, everyone suddenly reacted, and figures stood up, their faces filled with undisguised excitement and fervor.
"Incredible." Kong Deming felt his physical condition. Apart from a slight depletion of his hunger points overnight, he was fine, but compared to the extra knowledge in his mind, it was insignificant.
In just ten hours.
Kong Deming, however, made significant progress in his design of the ten-level spirit tool.
Because he tormented himself to death once.
Yes, death.
Recalling the scene, the old man's eyes showed no fear or pain, but rather a great deal of joy.
Almost by destroying his own Spirit, he stuffed his Silver Moon Spirit into a Spirit Tool that wasn't even a half-finished product. He gained a lot, but compared to his death, it was a huge loss. However, being resurrected without any cost was pure profit. You see, according to his original calculations, obtaining these gains would have required numerous attempts and investigations, consuming many rare metals and taking at least half a year. But now, it only took one night.
After all, it was something he had traded his life for.
"Let's go, everyone," Jing Hongchen said.
"Let's take care of our respective duties outside the office. If we want to go into seclusion for an extended period, we'll need to arrange for a temporary representative or even a successor."
The Soul Guides looked thoughtful.
Not one of them wanted to give up the idea of retreating into that world to study the spirit tool. No one could refuse to take another step forward, which was also their lifelong pursuit as Soul Guides.
But we can't neglect external matters either.
Ultimately, creating something truly requires external resources. They live in the real world, and besides, they have family and friends here, people and things they care about. They can't stay immersed in that other world forever.
Sigh, this is such a difficult decision.