Chapter 129: Entering the Space.
"Ahem, you all know this already, so tomorrow you'll be on your own. We old guys can't help you at all."
After closing the door, Flanders looked at the Shrek group and coughed.
"Also, for the Soul Master Competition in two months, the other five of you, except Xuan Mo, Mu Bai, and Xiao Wu, have already reached Level 39. Strive to break through Level 40 and obtain your fourth Soul Ring within this month."
He smiled and exchanged glances with the Grandmaster.
"It just so happens that the Grandmaster and I wanted to better train you in combat. Originally, when you break through Level 40 and go hunting Soul Beasts, you'll have to do it all on your own. But since this has happened, we'll take this opportunity."
The Grandmaster spoke up with a stern face just as Flanders finished his words.
"But I still have to say one thing first. Your own safety comes first. After you split into groups of two, the first thing you should do when you enter the space tomorrow is to find your other teammates and then join forces."
"By the way, you should be careful."
Zhao Wuji folded his arms across his chest. "Don't underestimate your opponents. Although you are all rare talents, your age is still a disadvantage. So when facing elite spirit masters under the age of twenty from major forces, you must never take it lightly." "Teacher Zhao, don't worry."
Oscar looked like he was just about to pat his chest and say that this operation was foolproof.
But before Zhao Wuji could react, Flanders glared at him fiercely. "Oscar, are you so arrogant?"
"No, of course I'm not."
Seeing that Flanders had waited, Oscar immediately backed down. After all, he knew Flanders' temper very well. If he didn't change his ways, he would be in trouble.
"That's good. Okay, let's leave the specific plans up to you guys."
After Flanders finished speaking, he led the Master and the others out of the room to handle matters for the Shrek Eight Devils.
Seeing Flanders and the other four leave, the Shrek people turned their attention to Tang San and Xuan Mo.
After all, under normal circumstances, Xuan Mo and Tang San, as a Control-type Spirit Master, usually made the basic decisions.
"Brother Mo, you'll make the decision on this."
Tang San didn't say anything, instead throwing the question directly to Xuan Mo, letting him make the arrangements.
Seeing this, Xuan Mo didn't act pretentiously. After a moment's thought, he said, "So, let's group Xiao Wu and Xiao San, Mu Bai and Zhu Qing, Fatty and Xiao Ao, and Rong Rong and I."
"Is that okay with you?"
Xuan Mo saw no objections. "Alright, since you don't object, let me suggest something. Tomorrow, after entering the space, if we haven't found anyone else, we'll meet at the highest point of the space within two weeks."
...
The next day.
At a spatial rift ten kilometers from Loto City, participants and their accompanying personnel from various factions arrived one after another. Because the area was sealed off by the combined efforts of all the major factions, there were no other outsiders.
"We're here," the Shrek group said as they arrived at the area surrounding the spatial rift. A quick glance revealed that the major factions had almost all arrived.
Soon, under the gaze of the crowd, a Titled Douluo representing the Spirit Hall, along with representatives from the royal families of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo empires, ascended the central platform.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they began their speeches.
Of course, Xuan Mo paid no attention to this tedious activity.
Their sole purpose was to seek the opportunities within that dimension.
As for the speeches, who cared?
Xuan Mo glanced around, silently observing the participants from various factions. After all, knowing oneself and the enemy ensures victory in every battle. This was especially true of the Spirit Hall, as their team would be Shrek's formidable foe in the upcoming Spirit Master Competition.
However, when Xuan Mo turned his gaze towards the Spirit Hall, he noticed that all participating members were draped in black robes and wearing special masks. Their entire bodies were completely covered.
"Why are they so covered?"
Xuan Mo raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself, "Vigilance indeed."
A glint of insight flashed across Xuan Mo's eyes.
Earlier, when Xuan Mo was observing the Spirit Hall's participating spirit masters, he had used special means to sense their auras, hoping to detect any of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
While Xuan Mo's observations revealed quite a few with similar cultivation auras, none surpassed his. Just a few days ago, Xuan Mo had already broken through to the forty-ninth level of spirit power.
"It seems that the Golden Generation has already reached the Soul King stage," Xuan Mo muttered, his eyes narrowed.
"Brother Mo, what's wrong?"
Ma Hongjun, who was closest to Xuan Mo, heard his voice and, suspecting something had happened, asked.
"Nothing, just observing our opponents."
Xuan Mo didn't tell Ma Hongjun about the Spirit Hall's golden generation, so he changed the subject, "What did they say when they were giving their speech on the stage just now?"
Ma Hongjun didn't pursue the matter. "It's nothing much. They're basically trying to win over people. They say if you join the Empire or Spirit Hall after you get out, you'll gain access to a lot of resources. The Empire is even offering the chance of a title."
"What's up, Fatty?"
Xuan Mo quipped at Ma Hongjun's words. Ma Hongjun curled his lips. "Tsk, Brother Mo, you know who I am. Joining a faction or something like that is pointless for me. There are too many restrictions."
"That's true."
Xuan Mo looked at the Spirit Hall Titled Douluo and the other two representatives of the Empire speaking eloquently on the stage.
"But they're really bold. Except for Shrek Academy, every one here is affiliated with or backed by a major faction. How dare they poach people and offer an olive branch right in front of the major factions?"
Xuan Mo said, looking around at the leaders representing the major factions. Their faces were sullen.
...
About half an hour passed.
The speeches from the two empires and the Spirit Hall had just concluded, and now it was time to enter the spatial rift.
Nine Titled Douluos, led by Bone Douluo Gu Rong, stepped onto the stage, their eighty-one spirit rings flickering before the crowd.
"Everyone, get ready. Enter in pairs."
As the words fell, the nine Titled Douluos' immense spirit power struck the spatial rift behind them, destabilizing the already unstable space. After a resounding sound, a massive black hole appeared before everyone's eyes.
"A small world attached to the Douluo Continent."
Xuan Mo narrowed his eyes, peering into the black hole.
"Alright, kids, stay safe. Take care of yourselves," Flender said, looking at Xuan Mo and the others.
Time passed slowly, and soon it was Shrek's turn.
However, when Xuan Mo was about to step into the space crack while holding Ning Rongrong's hand, Gu Rong's voice rang in his ears, "Boy, take good care of Rongrong, otherwise, hmph!"
"Don't worry, Senior Bone Douluo."
Then, Xuan Mo pulled Ning Rongrong, whose face was flushe
d, and stepped into the space crack...
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