"Hahaha, as expected! I've prepared for so long—how could I fail at the very last step!"
A black shadow roared with unwillingness as it rushed into Lin Xiao's sea of spirit, transforming into the Nightmare Douluo's form. But in the next instant, his voice abruptly stopped at his lips, unable to utter another word.
It wasn't just because he saw Lin Xiao's sea of spirit, which was different from ordinary people's, but because he saw a gray orb of light suspended above Lin Xiao's sea of spirit.
The gray light wasn't blinding, but when it fell upon the Nightmare Douluo, it prevented him from moving even a muscle. With a "thud," his body involuntarily collapsed.
Even though Electrolux only had faint consciousness left, he had once been a man close to godhood. Merely releasing a trace of his aura rendered the Nightmare Douluo's consciousness immobile.
Lin Xiao's figure also slowly emerged. The Nightmare Douluo looked at him with eyes full of terror. "You... what kind of monster are you?"
Lin Xiao glanced at him but didn't speak. He only shook his head lightly, then walked forward a few steps. Not far ahead, a mass of gray mist solidified into a human shape, standing quietly.
"Senior, you're awake."
"Mm." The gray mist gradually condensed, forming an elderly man with a weathered face, clad in magnificent black robes adorned with shining golden runes. "Though I've been asleep this whole time, I could still sense some of what was happening outside."
"We may have to coexist for a while longer. Last time, my consciousness was too weak. So this time, child, can you tell me about your teacher?"
Lin Xiao turned back to glance at the Nightmare Douluo and nodded lightly. "In our world, power comes from something called a martial soul..."
The sea of spirit is the most delicate part of the human body, but now that the Nightmare Douluo was here, neither Lin Xiao nor Electrolux paid him any mind.
Starting with martial souls, Lin Xiao introduced soul masters, soul engineers, and evil soul masters to Electrolux, as well as the Holy Spirit Church, where he and the Nightmare Douluo belonged.
Lin Xiao knew very well what kind of person Electrolux was. Since they were to continue living together, there was no need to hide certain things.
"I see." Listening to Lin Xiao, Electrolux nodded slowly, his gaze toward Lin Xiao subtly changing. "So you grew up in such an environment. Child, would you like to hear my story?"
"Mm." Lin Xiao naturally wouldn't refuse.
"As you know, I come from another world. There was a time when I was much like the evil soul masters you spoke of—driven by my own resentment, I caused countless deaths."
Lin Xiao already knew this, but he still listened quietly as Electrolux continued. "It wasn't until the moment of my death that I realized humanity holds not only ugliness but also the purest beauty."
"Hearing your experiences, I realize you and I share many similarities. So I want to share some of my lessons with you." Electrolux sighed softly.
"There's nothing wrong with pursuing power in itself, but when the day comes that you obtain the power you seek, you must also think clearly about what you will use that power for."
"Alas, old age makes one long-winded. Perhaps you are already better than I was back then. Even in such an environment, you've retained a trace of kindness, whereas I was completely blinded by hatred. Go do what you must. I've recovered quite a bit. If you wish to talk in the future, you can find me anytime."
Lin Xiao nodded, committing Electrolux's words to memory. Perhaps it was precisely because of these somewhat similar experiences that he didn't want to see himself stray down the wrong path.
As for Electrolux's praise, Lin Xiao was well aware—if not for the memories of his previous life, he might not have been any different from the other disciples in the Holy Spirit Church.
Turning back, the Nightmare Douluo's figure remained in place, his mouth opening and closing, yet no sound came out.
Having fought the Nightmare Douluo for so long, Lin Xiao felt some fatigue. Without further words, he raised his hand slightly and pressed it toward the Nightmare Douluo's motionless forehead.
"No—" The Nightmare Douluo struggled, shaking his head, his form swaying. "Disciple, I am your teacher! I raised you all these years, helped you hunt soul rings—"
Hearing this, Lin Xiao nodded lightly. "Teacher, besides those things, shall I help you recall a few others? Like the restriction you left in my sea of spirit."
"No, no." Panic filled the Nightmare Douluo's aged face. "Right—I am an elder of the Holy Spirit Church. If you lay a hand on me, the church will never let you go."
"Teacher, as you said, how could the church know what happened here?" Lin Xiao said, his palm drawing ever closer. "You clearly went to the three great empires, and I had just returned from training—I haven't even seen your face."
"No, you can't—"
Before the Nightmare Douluo could finish, Lin Xiao's palm pressed against his forehead. A gentle breeze seemed to blow through the sea of spirit, the aura of death spreading through the flower sea. The Nightmare Douluo's form slowly dissolved until, in the end, only a translucent phantom remained in place.
That was the Nightmare Douluo's soul, mouth wide in a silent scream, desperately trying to escape.
When he was alive, Lin Xiao indeed had to be cautious, but now that he was a soul, there was no way he could escape Lin Xiao's control.
"Teacher." Lin Xiao spoke softly. "Though your intentions were never pure, you did teach me how to meditate, how to cultivate, how to fight."
"Without you, I might not have the strength I do today. So, I will make good use of your soul."
Amid the continuous mountain range, dark clouds gathered. Suddenly, a clap of thunder rang out, and the next moment, a torrential downpour fell from the sky, thoroughly washing the surrounding peaks.
In the heavy rain, Lin Xiao lay on the ground. Beside him was a cold corpse, upon which Other Shore Flowers bloomed, swaying in the rain yet making their blood-red color even more vivid.
"Cough—"
Lin Xiao suddenly coughed long and hard, using his arm to prop himself up from the ground. He rummaged through his storage soul tool, pulled out a soul power charger, and gripped it, feeling the soul power within slowly flow into his meridians.
As soul power flowed once more through his dried-up meridians, a faint emerald-green light seemed to shimmer over his body, restoring some of his strength. He stood, properly arranging the corpses of the other two Holy Spirit Church disciples, then turned back to look at the Nightmare Douluo.
Looking him up and down, his gaze gradually settled on the left leg.
"Teacher, the soul bone you took back then has finally returned to my hands."
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