Tuoba Xi froze the moment his gaze landed on the inscription.
His breath hitched.
His limbs trembled uncontrollably.
Not from fear—
But from something older, deeper… the ancient blood of the Sacred Dragon roaring awake inside him.
A yearning spanning millennia was finally… answered.
Path to Heaven.
The Senior had bestowed… a true Path to Heaven!
Thud!
The mighty Sect Master of the White Armored Sacred Dragon Sect—eldest of the Elder Council—took a heavy step back before suddenly dropping to his knees.
He prostrated fully, executing the grand worship rite used only for heaven and earth.
His voice, typically hoarse, now rang with metallic clarity—solemn, resolute, burning.
"The thirty-seventh generation Sect Master of the Sacred Dragon Sect, Tuoba Xi—"
"I swear in the name of the Sacred Dragon!"
"From this day forth—Feng Ran Pavilion is the eternal Holy Land of my Sacred Dragon Sect!"
"The Senior's decree is the supreme law of my Sacred Dragon Sect!"
"If I violate this oath—may heaven and earth abandon me, and may the Sacred Dragon bloodline perish for eternity!"
Boom!!!
Ghost Douluo, newly restored.
Devil Bear Douluo, trembling.
Spirit Kite Douluo, stunned.
All faces turned deathly pale!
A mere stone?
Impossible.
This was no simple object—it was a divine cornerstone capable of reshaping the fate of a top-tier sect.
Everyone stared at the ugly stone, their eyes filled with awe so intense it bordered on fanaticism.
Lin Feng only yawned lazily.
He didn't even look at the stone.
He merely nudged it toward Tuoba Xi with the casual indifference of sliding over a plate of cold leftovers.
"Your item."
"Take it."
"Don't block the next in line."
Tuoba Xi's body shook violently.
Tears streamed down his face as he looked between the stone and the lazy figure behind the counter.
He couldn't utter a single word.
Language felt too small—too crude—to address such divine grace.
So he kowtowed three times.
Each strike of his head echoed with the weight of ten thousand generations of reverence.
Only then did he carefully store the Dragon Spirit Evolution Stone, as if cradling the fate of the World, before quietly retreating.
A disheveled figure stumbled forward next.
Ghost Leopard Douluo.
He had witnessed it all—
Ghost Douluo's rebirth.
Devil Bear's overwhelming power.
Spirit Kite's immortality.
Tuoba Xi's future.
Each miracle had been a violent slap across his heart.
Regret crushed him.
Tore at him.
Devoured him.
He placed a bulging money pouch on the counter with trembling hands.
"Se… Senior…
Junior… is ready."
[Consumption: 32,000 gold coins.]
[System Evaluation: A fast-running but stupid leopard. His foolishness yesterday cost him dearly.]
[Given genuine repentance, plus two excellent leeks vouching for him, a consolation prize may be granted.]
[Random Reward: Shadow Shuttle.]
[Host Reward: 3,200 Food Points.]
Lin Feng didn't lift his eyelids.
He simply flicked his finger.
A sliver of deeper-than-night shadow shot into Ghost Leopard's forehead.
"Your reward—Shadow Shuttle."
Boom!
Ghost Leopard Douluo's soul was forcibly dragged into a World made entirely of shadows.
Speed.
Pure speed—
No. Something higher.
Space.
Shadows.
Illusion.
He felt weight vanish.
Substance dissolve.
His body blur between reality and non-existence.
Swish!
Before anyone realized—
He disappeared.
And reappeared.
In the exact same spot.
As if he had never moved.
But his leopard eyes were widened to the extreme—filled with ecstasy bordering madness.
He hadn't run.
He had shuttled.
Through the shadow dimension.
This wasn't speed—
It was transcendence.
He didn't savor the power.
Didn't analyze the enlightenment.
He simply staggered back.
Then—
Thud!!!
He knelt.
Hard.
"Sinner Ghost Leopard—thanks the Senior for this grace of rebirth!"
"This body, this life—are yours to command!"
Lin Feng waved his hand dismissively.
But to everyone else, that simple gesture was divine permission—
A god's acknowledgment.
Then—
Soft lotus steps approached.
Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Yue Guan.
The only one in the Elder Council who had yet to step forward.
Everyone instinctively turned toward him.
Surely Elder Ju—first to receive favor, first to bring fortune to Spirit Hall—would obtain an even greater miracle?
But no one noticed—
His elegant smile had stiffened.
Because he remembered.
He remembered very clearly.
How he had broken the shop's rules.
Been placed on the observation list.
And had his reward downgraded.
The Senior's cold words echoed in his mind like a curse:
"The reason your reward is poor is because you are still on the observation list."
"Until the observation period ends, the level of your rewards will be lowered."
If he drew another handkerchief today…
He would die of shame.
Just then—
A steady, warm hand landed on his shoulder.
Ghost Douluo.
He didn't speak.
He only looked at him—eyes deep, like the night sky.
No mockery.
No urging.
Only silent encouragement.
Go.
Whether grace or trial—
We face it together.
Yue Guan felt his heart settle.
Yes… what is there to fear?
At worst… another handkerchief.
Then he'd use one for tears and one for snot!
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