"A 100,000-year-old soul beast embryo! This is truly an unprecedented opportunity!"
Wang Qi's eyes gleamed as he stared at the three-headed Crimson Demon Hound flying through the air, setting fires everywhere.
What does a 100,000-year-old soul ring and soul bone represent? It represents that from the beginning of cultivation, there are almost no bottlenecks until breaking through to the Title Douluo realm.
It represents that even if the ninth soul ring absorbs a 100,000-year-old soul ring without absorbing a soul bone, even if one doesn't cultivate afterward, even if internal injuries accumulate, one can still cultivate to the Super Douluo level within a dozen years.
This is the foundation of a 100,000-year-old soul ring and soul bone. Watching the three-headed Crimson Demon Hound running wild in the air, setting fires, and tearing apart soul masters as if no one else existed—no, to be precise, Wang Qi was looking at that 100,000-year-old soul beast embryo.
"Judging from this, the disappearance of the Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy was probably the work of the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Hound."
"The Three-Headed Crimson Demon Hound likely wanted to use the active volcano below the academy to help the mutated Flame Devouring Beast heal its wounds, and perhaps even transform."
"How exactly did this Flame Devouring Beast get injured? That's none of my concern for now. I should stay far away to avoid being affected."
Wang Qi had already guessed the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Hound's intentions. He didn't linger, jumped out of the window, and ran north.
The Three-Headed Crimson Demon Hound possessed dragon blood and was a single-attribute fire-attribute soul beast. Its 280,000 years of cultivation gave it intelligence comparable to humans. After slaughtering all the soul masters at the Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy, it would definitely return to the Star Dou Great Forest.
The far north was incredibly cold, and it was home to the Three Northern Heavenly Kings. The Crimson King probably wouldn't choose to fly north, would it? Probably not.
Wang Qi guessed this in his heart, and that's what he did, running north without a care in the world.
Less than ten kilometers from the Mountain Fire Academy, Wang Qi heard a deafening roar behind him, billowing smoke, and a shower of fire and meteors—a volcanic eruption as if the heavens and earth were being cleaved apart.
Through the haze, Wang Qi could vaguely see three figures emerging from the smoke and dust, unleashing a torrent of power.
Incomparably sharp sword intent, seemingly capable of severing everything, shimmering with golden light and eerie shadows—two diametrically opposed forces erupted with unparalleled might, seemingly capable of suppressing everything in the world.
The volcanic eruption, with its boundless energy and towering flames, seemed to have existed there since ancient times. A gigantic three-headed Crimson Demon Hound, shrouded in lava, roared at the three figures.
Flames shot into the sky, and magma orbs scattered like falling meteors. Dark clouds loomed overhead. Even though the distance was more than ten kilometers, and even though the force was not directed at Wang Qi, he still felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.
"No, it's still too close. I have to run faster, or I'll really die." Wang Qi cursed inwardly, occasionally glancing back at the three people and one beast locked in battle. Only one thought remained in his mind: run. If he couldn't escape the volcanic eruption area, he might die.
The next morning, Wang Qi lay on a snow-covered rock, panting heavily. He was now in the northern border of the Häagen-Dazs Kingdom. From here, even from a high vantage point, he couldn't see the volcano where the Mountain Fire Academy was located.
Yet, he could see the black smoke billowing like an overturned bowl.
"This is terrifying. Is the strength of a Title Douluo really that powerful? And isn't the power of this volcanic eruption a bit insufficient?"
"Could it be that the volcano in this fantasy world is suppressed by some mysterious force, hence the limited power? Or perhaps the volcano below the Mountain Fire Academy is simply not that large to begin with."
Wang Qi pondered these questions. The calm after the fear subsided was the perfect time for reflection. Recalling the battle between the three Crimson Demons and the Title Douluo, Wang Qi couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
In the original novel, it seems that Tang San, after becoming a god, only managed to break a hole in the city wall with a single blow. I don't understand it at all.
After recovering some of his strength, Wang Qi sat cross-legged on the ground to meditate and cultivate. Suddenly, his soul power fluctuations accelerated, and he abruptly opened his eyes. His soul power, which he had originally planned to take at least seven more days to break through, had actually broken through directly.
From the peak of level sixteen to level twenty, overcoming four bottlenecks and three levels, Wang Qi had completed the breakthrough in just one year.
One couldn't help but marvel at the impact of resources and life-or-death experiences on a person's development.
Breaking through from level three innate soul power to level twenty at ten and a half years old—such cultivation speed was at least comparable to a level six innate soul power battle soul master.
In the original story, Zhu Zhuqing, at almost twelve years old, only reached level twenty-seven despite her desperate cultivation.
After fully recovering, Wang Qi glanced at the Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy and sighed. Honestly, Wang Qi wanted to go to the Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy to check if the 100,000-year-old soul beast embryo was still inside the active volcano.
However, the Mountain Fire Intermediate Soul Master Academy was too dangerous now; it was simply not a place for a quasi-Great Soul Master like Wang Qi, who hadn't even obtained his second soul ring yet.
He sighed, changed out of his Mountain Fire Academy uniform, and headed southeast.
His destination was Blazing City to absorb his second spirit ring.
The events at the Mountain Fire Intermediate Spirit Master Academy spread throughout the entire Douluo Continent overnight. Aside from the Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, almost no one knew what had happened that day.
They said a human town was attacked by a 100,000-year-old spirit beast? The Spirit Hall's Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, along with Sword Douluo, who possessed the world's number one offensive weapon spirit, not only failed to kill the spirit beast but were also injured? And
even when the Pope intervened, the spirit beast escaped? Could anyone accept this explanation? Even if they could, the Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would be too embarrassed to say it.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi withdrew his martial soul and looked at Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was meditating on a futon, and asked,
"Uncle Sword, how are you feeling now? How are your injuries?"
"Phew, I'm mostly fine now, but I really didn't expect there to be such a powerful fire-attribute soul beast overseas. Fengzhi, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School knows too little about the ocean."
Chen Xin recalled the terror of the three-headed Crimson Demon Hound. Although the three-headed Crimson Demon Hound had an environmental advantage, they were three Title Douluos, the lowest of whom was level ninety-five and could use martial soul fusion techniques. In the end, they were completely helpless against the three-headed Crimson Demon Hound. If it weren't
for Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall leading three Title Douluos to provide support, Chen Xin's injuries would not have been as simple as minor ones.
"Uncle Jian, was that 100,000-year-old soul beast really that powerful? Or was it the Spirit Hall?"
"Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo didn't cause any trouble. At our level, even without prior cooperation, when we cooperate again, we're still no weaker than soul masters who have cooperated for three to five years. We didn't have any problems seizing the opportunity in this battle."
"The only problem was that we underestimated the strength of this 100,000-year-old soul beast. I also gained something from this battle. Feng Zhi, I'll leave the sect to you and Old Bones for now. I'm going into seclusion for a while." In
the Spirit Hall of Spirit City, Bibi Dong, dressed in a purple papal robe, leaned back in her papal chair, her fingers tapping the armrest as she pondered the origins of the 100,000-year-old soul beast, the three-headed Crimson Demon Mastiff.
"Could that 100,000-year-old soul beast really have come from overseas?"
(End of Chapter)