Eve's lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes glinting with playful curiosity. "What I want, dear Renxue, is you using your abilities. You could make things so much easier for both of us, couldn't you?"
Qian Renxue gave her a tired glance. "Use your brain, Eve," she said with a hint of dry humor. "After escorting you, I have to visit the Sunset Forest, the Star Dou Forest, and even the Frigid North. You think I have time?"
Then, her tone softened slightly. "I'll help when necessary. As long as the distance isn't too great, I can locate you easily and connect with you with mine 1st soul skill: Spiritual Sharing."
( Author notes: This was precisely the reason Qian Renxue had appeared so swiftly earlier — to strike Ren Xuan.)
As she spoke, she rubbed her temple lightly, her brows knitting. A faint line of tension crossed her face.
Eve raised an eyebrow, amused yet concerned. "Ah, so we're moving on to Phase Two, then."
Her tone was teasing, but her eyes flickered with curiosity when she saw Qian Renxue press her hand harder against her forehead. "Still getting headaches from that incomplete mythical creature form?"
Qian Renxue smiled faintly, though her eyes glimmered with something deeper. "Well… yes. It's there. But this time, it's not from the form itself." She paused, her gaze drifting into the distance. "Just before coming here, I was napping. I had that dream again."
Eve's smile faded. The air around her seemed to still. As a virtual persona created directly from Qian Renxue's mind — she knew exactly what that meant.
'The dream of the many eyes…'
A cold shiver ran through Eve's body, and for the briefest heartbeat, she swore she saw something impossible ,countless faint pupils swirling in Qian Renxue's eyes, layered like reflections in broken mirrors.
When she blinked, they were gone.
'...Was that my imagination?' she thought, unsettled.
Qian Renxue's voice broke her thoughts. "Let's move. The longer we linger here, the stronger the residual distortion becomes."
Eve nodded slowly, following her lead — though her gaze lingered on Qian Renxue's back with faint unease.
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Inside Qian Renxue's Spirit Sea
The vast mental world shimmered like an ocean of starlight and mirrored clouds — serene on the surface, but with faint ripples of something ancient stirring beneath.
Tianmeng the Heavenly Ice Silkworm was sleeping soundly, his translucent body coiled lazily within the crystal caverns of the mindscape. Whether it was his usual laziness or something else that forced his slumber, no one could tell.
On the opposite side, Electrolux stood silently before the seal of Ice and Fire , that sealed the power of God Almighty.
But unlike usual, his expression was grim. His golden eyes glowed faintly.
His right hand trembling as it was pointing towards seal.
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3 years passed.
So time flowed onward, quietly, and another three full years slipped away like grains of sand through unseen fingers.
The land where Qian Renxue and Ren Xuan once clashed had long since changed beyond recognition. Once a battlefield of heaven-shaking destruction, it was now overgrown with wild greenery. Tender shoots of grass, nourished by years of heavy rain, had sprouted over the shattered earth, covering the deep scars left behind by their devastating confrontation.
Locals eventually renamed the area "Nirvana Land."To them, it symbolized rebirth — a place where nature reclaimed what two powerful Titled Douluo's had once torn apart.
No one ever learned the true identities of the Titled Douluo's who had fought there.But even the most ignorant observer could tell: the level of devastation left behind could never have been caused by ordinary Titled Douluo. The ground was carved by slashes that had cut through bedrock itself. Mountainsides were half-melted, as if scorched by fire.
Soul masters, scholars, alike visited the site in curiosity, trying to decipher the marks left by that unknown duel. The Heaven Dou Empire dispatched spies. Even the Star Luo royal family quietly inquired through their shadow networks.
What they found only deepened the mystery.
Fragments of energy still lingered in the air whose fluctuations were unstable, layered with power.
Chen Xin, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's Sword Douluo, personally examined the site once.When he saw the sword scars left on the cliffs, his expression turned grim, then complicated.
He finally said, "Even I cannot leave behind sword marks like these."
His words alone were enough to shake the Douluo Continent's soul master world.
And so, the nameless combatant who had wielded such sword intent was given the moniker:— Sword Master Douluo.
As for the mysterious opponent — the one whose attacks left behind melted stone and seared craters — witnesses from distant villages claimed to have seen a brilliant light in the night sky on the day of the battle.A light so bright it painted the horizon gold and red.
Thus, the other fighter was named as Light Flame Douluo.
The legend of their clash spread far and wide, growing with each retelling. In taverns, Soul Arenas, and academies, people whispered of the battle that had shaken the heavens — a duel between two hidden super Douluo whose names were not recorded in any registry.
Speculations ran wild. Some said they were hidden Titled Douluos from reclusive clans. Others believed they were reclusive Spirit Hall enshrined elders testing forbidden techniques.
But no one could find any trace of either combatant on the entire continent.