Douluo: I didn’t want to become a god, but I actually became a god

The moonlight was clear, hanging high in the dark blue sky, emitting a cold and ethereal silver glow, covering the empty wilderness with a hazy white gauze.

Among them, the most favored one is the girl sitting cross-legged on the top of the low slope in the wilderness.

The soft gray long hair was spread behind her, completely covering her petite figure. Only the moonlight shining down caused the light-colored hair to reflect the faint light in the darkness, making that touch The figure will not completely blend into this world.

The soul master who was adventuring alone in the distance saw the figure that was different from the wilderness.

In a daze, he seemed to see the bright moonlight that did not belong to the human world fall on this wilderness. Amidst the congratulatory sounds of all things, it condensed into the appearance of thousands of ordinary people on the earth.

It's like a god descending into the world.

He chopped down the branches in front of him that were blocking his progress, pushed aside the weeds that were as high as a person's waist, and rushed to the other side like a pilgrim.

The adventurous soul master has no faith at all, nor does he believe in the gods promoted by Wuhun Palace.

But this time, at the end of his lost journey after being abandoned by his team, he happened to see this scene.

Whether it's the silver hair or the cold stars in the mist.

No, where did Hanxing come from?

That is--

A strong wind passed by.

Clumps of waist-high weeds fell down in the wind, making the adventurer's eyes see more clearly.

'God's' eyes.

Hidden under the silver hair, exposed when the strong wind blows the long hair of the god, are inhuman eyes that are heartless, without any warmth.

The adventurer knew that he was not really seen by those eyes, but only glanced at them lightly, which made him tremble and unable to move.

But those eyes are beautiful, and even if there is no warmth hidden in them, those who can see them will be captured unconsciously.

Anyone who looks into those eyes will surrender in front of that 'god'.

There seemed to be a distant and ethereal ringtone in his heart.

The crisp sound of wind chimes was like an instinct urging him to go towards the origin.

While controlling his trembling hands, the adventurer picked up the machete and chopped off the debris in front of him one by one that hindered his pilgrimage.

But he didn't wait until he got close to the low slope.

Hidden in the rotting grass around him, fireflies, rare ten-year-old and century-old soul beasts, scrambled to emerge from the weeds, and then shone with their yellow-green luster like stars falling to the ground.

The adventurer was so immersed in this beautiful scenery that he almost forgot about it.

The light mood soared with the scenery, and began to rotate with the invisible energy around me.

As if the storm had materialized, those soul beast fireflies followed a central point and began to rotate like stars in the starry sky.

The vigorous but not disturbing vitality continues to gather together with the changes of fireflies.

Stop at the eye of the storm.

The moonlight became more and more powerful, comparable to the bright sun during the day.

Just when everything reaches the top, the adventurer thinks everything is going to end.

That invisible energy, with a buzzing sound and a crackling sound, climbed to a peak that was difficult for humans to reach.

The adventurer felt as if something was coming over him like a wave, causing ripples.

What followed was a feeling of comfort as if his whole body was soaked in warm water, making him drowsy and almost losing all vigilance and aggression.

Fortunately, the vigilance he had accumulated over the years finally awakened his consciousness.

Within a moment of burning incense, the adventurer woke up again.

Unfortunately, when he looked at the low slope again, the figure of the 'god' had been lost on it. It was an empty flat land, with only the too clear moonlight and the lurking soul beast fireflies that had not yet calmed down, highlighting what the adventurer had previously seen. The scene I saw was not a fantasy.

The adventurer stayed and explored the plain where there had been traces of the 'god' for a while. Not long after, he was completely distracted by his own soul power that suddenly increased by five or six levels and climbed to the bottleneck of the Soul Sect.

Not long after the adventurer left, there were rumors of such a miracle at several points where the soul masters outside were handing over tasks and exchanging information.

Rumor has it that in the midsummer of the full moon year, as long as you go to Philfrei Grassland with a pious heart, you can meet the gods and receive gifts from the gods.

The rumors became more and more bizarre as they spread, but within a few years, the originally inaccessible Fairfield Grassland became a famous tourist attraction.

But these are all things for later, and the original source of this rumor——

In the beginning, it was just the movement caused by a soul master who was preparing to break through the soul king.

***

I thought it would only take five or six days to successfully condense the fifth soul ring, but who knew that it actually took more than three months this time.

Yiyi couldn't help but murmur when she skillfully rolled up her soul power and rushed back through Douluo's place of origin.

It wasn't until she came out of Douluo's origin not far from Tiandou City that Yiyi realized that the surroundings were extremely lively.

Perhaps because the date of the Continental Soul Master Elite Competition is approaching, more and more participating students from colleges are coming here, so whether it is the hotels that Flanders complained about being too expensive, or some colleges that specially accommodate alumni from friendly schools The land is already overcrowded.

It was rare for Yiyi to see such a crowded scene, and at this time she was no longer interested in watching or exploring.

The first thing she has to deal with now is to return to Shrek Academy and briefly talk to her father, principal and teachers about her three months of missing contact.

With the help of light body and Xirang's innate skill of teleportation, Yiyi returned to the gate at the foot of Shrek Academy in just a short while.

At this time, the old plaque there had long been replaced by a brand new and huge golden plaque with the words 'Shrek Academy' written on it, signed by Flanders.

Although Yiyi has no objection to the writing of these five characters on the plaque and the elegance contained in them.

But when she took a quick look at who signed the signature, Yiyi couldn't help but sigh to herself: As expected of you, Dean Flender!

No one can take any money out of his hands.

It's just that the plaque with the classic Shrek monster's head is missing, which means Yiyi loses a lot of familiarity.

If we really want to judge the pros and cons of the original plaque and the current plaque, Yiyi would think that the old shabby plaque that they left behind in Soto City and covered with white cloth was more pleasing to the eye.

There is only one guard watching the door of Shrek Academy. Most of the people coming and going are students who have returned from vacation. As for those who do not live on campus?

Shrek Academy, no, it should be said that the original 'Spark Academy' did not recruit students from aristocratic families who did not live on campus in Tiandou City.

Because most of the recruits are civilian soul masters, everyone is cleaner than their face.

Basically, they live in the specially designed dormitories within Shrek Academy, which are two or three times cheaper than the surrounding hotels.