Lu Feng raised his hand and gently stroked her head, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Zhuqing, thank you."
Zhu Zhuqing leaned against Lu Feng's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and pouted slightly, feeling a little aggrieved.
"I feel a little unhappy that you hide everything from me."
"When I was little, my sisters would always save good things for me. I love them very much, and sometimes I really want to do something for them."
"I don't want to always accept others' unpaid sacrifices. That makes me feel useless, as if I'm just a burden."
Saying this, Zhu Zhuqing looked up, her gaze firm as she looked at Lu Feng, and said seriously, "So, Lu Feng, if you have any plans or need my help, you must tell me. I want to bear it with you."
Hearing this, the corners of Lu Feng's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
At the same time, he felt something deep in his heart being gently touched.
It was a long-lost warmth and emotion.
Since crossing over, Lu Feng had walked every step carefully, as if treading on thin ice.
From struggling in the primary academy to training in the Soul Beast Forest, and then to the calculating moves in Heaven Dou City.
Every plan, he had rehearsed countless times in his heart.
Although he had gained a lot along the way and even had two female confidantes, Lu Feng always felt that there was an invisible barrier between him and this world.
His identity as a transmigrator often made him feel that everything he experienced was like an illusory dream.
For a long time, Lu Feng found it difficult to truly integrate into the life of this world. It was as if he were just a bystander, quietly watching the people coming and going in this world.
If the past ten years or so were like playing a game...
Constantly fighting monsters, leveling up, picking up fragments.
Then Zhu Zhuqing's words today were like a spring breeze, gently knocking open the door to his heart that had been closed for so long.
"Zhuqing, in your opinion, what is the highest realm of a Soul Master's cultivation?" Lu Feng's tone softened, and his voice became exceptionally gentle.
"It should be Titled Douluo, right? And the Great Priest of Spirit Hall is the most powerful Soul Master I have seen so far," Zhu Zhuqing answered seriously.
Without waiting for Lu Feng's response, Zhu Zhuqing quickly continued, "You wouldn't ask such a simple question. Legend has it that when a Soul Master cultivates to level one hundred, they can break through the limits of the continent, shatter the void, and achieve the Divine Realm."
"Ten thousand years ago, Spirit Hall produced an Angel God," Zhu Zhuqing said calmly.
Lu Feng smiled, reached out for the teapot, and slowly added some water to the cup. Steam rose, filling the air with a faint tea fragrance.
"It seems you know quite a lot. Correct, there is indeed a saying on the continent about becoming a god at level one hundred."
"So, is it because of this ideal that you cultivate so hard?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at Lu Feng, her eyes twinkling like stars.
She never expected there would be a Soul Master who aimed to become a god from childhood.
In her view, this was so incredible.
"You could say that." Lu Feng stood up, slowly walked to the window, and looked up at the sky outside.
"Outside this continent, above the starry sky, there truly exist many real gods. Third-Class Gods, Second-Class Gods, First-Class Gods, and above them, God King-level powerhouses."
"This world is like a huge chessboard, and also an invisible prison."
"Trapped on this continent, we are like pieces on the chessboard. Seemingly free, but actually manipulated by the threads of fate."
"However, the truly powerful enemies are still outside the realm. Even if you become a god, your power in front of those extraterrestrial demons is far less than one of their fingers."
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing looked dazed, her eyes full of shock and disbelief.
She stared blankly at Lu Feng, shaken by this terrifying news. For a moment, she had no time to think.
She didn't know how Lu Feng learned these secrets that even the Imperial Family might not be clear about.
"So, do you understand, Zhuqing?" Lu Feng paused slightly, his gaze profound.
"In this life, I have walked every step as if treading on thin ice, daring not slack off for a moment. Just because I worry that one day, those existences so powerful that I cannot resist them will suddenly descend upon this continent."
"I am truly afraid, afraid that when the time comes, I won't even have the qualification to be their chess piece."
After saying this, Lu Feng lifted the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
The scalding tea slid down his throat, bringing a trace of warmth.
He knew clearly that this amount of information was too huge for Zhu Zhuqing and she needed some time to digest and understand it.
"Th... these things, how do you know them?" Zhu Zhuqing finally spoke, her eyes full of doubt and curiosity.
Lu Feng smiled slightly. He had long anticipated Zhu Zhuqing would ask this.
"First, in the major provinces of the continent, there are records about the Angel God. This is widely known."
"Second, I also learned that in the northwest of the continent, during the same period as the Angel God, there existed another deity named the Sea God."
"Sea God?" A trace of doubt flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and she frowned slightly.
Lu Feng nodded and patiently explained, "In the northwest of the continent, tens of thousands of miles away from the mainland, there is a mysterious Sea God Island. That is where the Sea God ascended to godhood."
"Moreover, in other places on this continent, there are also legacies left by some deities. Rumor has it that the Clear Sky Douluo of the generation before last, Tang Chen, once obtained the inheritance of a certain deity."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded thoughtfully, a sharp light suddenly flashing in her eyes, as if she had thought of something. "So, Qian Daoliu dared not exterminate the Clear Sky Clan completely because he knew Tang Chen was still alive and was wary?"
Lu Feng chuckled lightly, reached out to stroke Zhu Zhuqing's head, his eyes full of appreciation. "So smart."
Changing the subject, Lu Feng's gaze fell on the two soul bones on the table.
"So, Zhuqing, you have to hurry up and keep pace with me. Don't let your husband become a god while you turn into an old woman."
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing immediately pouted, her face full of defiance. "Hmph, just you wait. One day, when my soul power exceeds yours, I will pin you down hard."
With that, she unhesitatingly picked up the two soul bones, walked to the center of the hall, and sat down cross-legged.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then picked up the wind-attribute leg bone and carefully placed it on her left leg.
"Buzz—"
A slight buzzing sound rang out, and Zhu Zhuqing felt her left leg tremble slightly.
Immediately after, a cool aura, like a murmuring stream, quietly poured into her leg from all directions.
The moment the soul bone touched her body, it quietly disappeared, turning into countless cyan air currents that permeated around her left leg, as if merging with her body.
At the same time, soul power surged under Lu Feng's feet, and a pale blue energy spread slowly like ripples, enveloping the entire hall.
If someone pushed the door open now, they would be surprised to find that the hall was actually empty.
A mysterious forest.
Although the area of this forest wasn't vast, it was permeated with an ancient aura.
Among them, the most common plant was Blue Silver Grass.
Countless slender Blue Silver Grass strands climbed along the trunks of big trees, growing wantonly. They intertwined, layer upon layer, forming a dense green barrier.
Sunlight penetrated this dense vegetation but was mostly blocked out, with only sporadic spots of light falling to the ground.
In the very center of the forest, countless vines were tightly intertwined and condensed together, swaying gently.
And in the very middle of these vines, there was actually a peculiar mark, clearly visible like a human face.
The human face at the vine entanglement suddenly moved. As the features twisted, it revealed an extremely human-like expression, full of shock.
Immediately after, its big mouth opened slowly, spitting out clear human speech.
"The Emperor... has actually disappeared?"
The next moment, the expression on that face quickly turned to sorrow. From the originally empty eye sockets, a crystal-clear tear actually flowed out, sliding down the vine.
"The Emperor is gone, who will protect our Blue Silver Clan?"
Its voice was full of grief and helplessness, as if the future of the entire Blue Silver Grass clan had fallen into endless darkness.
In an instant, the expression on the face suddenly turned to anger, eyes wide open, revealing a sharp murderous intent.
Violent soul power surged from around it like a tide. Accompanied by howling winds, the surrounding Blue Silver Grass swayed violently, like surging grass waves.
"Who is it! Who murdered the Emperor!" Its roar echoed in the forest, full of anger and unwillingness.
The howling wind lasted for a long time before finally subsiding.
That face also returned to calm. Sunlight sprinkled on its surface, actually making it look somewhat pious.
"The Emperor is gone? Hahaha, in that case, I will become the Emperor." Its voice carried a sense of determination.
As soon as the voice fell, a massive aura suddenly rose. This aura did not come from the vine in front, but from the entire forest.
Every single stalk of Blue Silver Grass quietly emitted a ghostly blue light. These lights quickly converged, forming a vast blue ocean.
In the center of this blue ocean, the entangled vines were like a huge devouring mouth, greedily absorbing the blue energy surging from the outside.
Unknown how much time passed, the surging waves finally subsided.
However, the face revealed a distressed expression again, brows furrowed tight, full of unwillingness.
"Why? Just a little bit more!"
Immediately after, a trace of hostility flashed across the face. "Could it be that the Emperor still has bloodline circulating outside?"
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My other novel Doulou: Peerless Undead has been blocked by this platform twice. I'll try make new again.