Chapter 252 Tang San and Bibi Dong are selected for Perfect World!
As these lines of purple-gold characters solidified completely, the entire Douluo Continent instantly erupted in excitement.
Countless creatures raised their heads, staring excitedly at the sky above.
Deep within the Starry Sky Forest.
The Demon King, Xiong Jun, and other ferocious beasts looked at the words on the sky with fervent expressions.
"Two more spots have been added! Combined with the original number, that makes quite a few spots!"
The bear king brandished his enormous paws, leaving deep claw marks on a nearby ancient tree, and roared:
"As long as I can be selected, even if I have to be a menial servant in the Celestial Court, it's a hundred times better than toiling away in this mortal realm!"
"Not only can we avoid that damned heavenly tribulation, but if we're lucky, we might even be able to reshape our bloodline like our lord and defy fate!"
On the other side, in the square outside the Papal Palace in Wuhun City.
Many cardinals and elders were also breathing heavily, their eyes fixed on the sky.
The second retainer, Golden Crocodile Douluo, stood with his hands behind his back, equally eager to be chosen.
"I've been stuck at level 98 for far too many years. Without the inheritance of a divine position, I would never be able to take that final step in my life."
"But what if we could enter that higher-dimensional immortal realm..."
"What divine position, what level of becoming a god? It's all a joke in front of the Primordial Celestial Court!"
"As long as I can get in, and cultivate in that immortal energy for a few years, I will definitely be able to break through this damned shackle!"
Not only the Spirit Hall, but also the sect leaders and elders of the Upper Three Sects and Lower Four Sects were all excited and their eyes were burning with passion.
In a world where soul power level determines everything, who wouldn't want to climb to a higher peak?
Who would want to turn into a handful of dust a hundred years from now?
That's a place where even true immortals reside. As long as you can enter, even the outermost gate means immortality and endless fortune!
...
However, in this world of many forms, not everyone has such an ambition to live even in the face of death.
Within the imperial city of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Emperor Xueye sat on his throne, looking at the golden characters on the sky, but shook his head repeatedly, his eyes full of fear and resistance.
"No, you absolutely must not choose me..."
Several court officials and ministers standing nearby agreed wholeheartedly, their faces showing fear.
"Your Majesty is absolutely right."
An elderly man at the Contra level sighed, pointing to the sky with lingering fear:
"Don't forget, everyone, although the Primordial Immortal Court offers incredible opportunities, it is also a true battleground!"
"Think back to what just happened."
"That pure-blooded ancient black dragon can shatter stars with a single roar, and its physical body is impervious to all magic."
"But what was the result?"
"As a result, that sequence number zero smashed it into the ground like a sandbag!"
The old man swallowed hard, deliberately lowering his voice:
"That's a true immortal!"
"If this were in our Douluo Continent, I'm afraid they could just blow a breath and the entire Heaven Dou City would be reduced to ashes!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding nobles and soul masters nodded in agreement.
"Yes, we are probably considered important figures in the Douluo Continent. We have power and influence, live in luxury, and are respected wherever we go."
"But if we go to that world, we might not even be as good as an ant on the roadside!"
"Who knows if we'll be annihilated by the aftershocks of some powerful being's battle the moment we land?"
Inside the Heaven Dou City, in a luxurious restaurant, several portly merchants and a middle-aged Soul King gathered together, their faces full of worry.
"I'd rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix."
A Soul King picked up his wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and waved his hands repeatedly:
"Isn't it good to live a peaceful and wealthy life in Douluo Continent and enjoy riches and honors? Why go to that terrifying world where the world is destroyed and death is inevitable and live in fear?"
"God help me, please don't pick me, please don't pick me!"
For a time, commoners, conservative soul masters, and complacent nobles from all over the continent were silently praying, fearing that this tremendous opportunity would fall into their laps.
...
However, just as the entire continent was caught in two completely different extreme emotions because of this additional quota.
The row of large purple-gold characters on the sky also slowly faded away.
Instead, countless mysterious orbs of light, like shooting stars, streaked wildly across the surface of the sky.
Each ball of light represents a being from the Douluo Continent.
From peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine to ordinary farmers in the fields, and even sea spirit beasts in the deep sea, all are locked under the laws of this celestial canopy.
In an instant, a tremendous pressure descended from the sky, instantly enveloping the entire Douluo Continent.
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Those Soul Masters who longed to enter the Celestial Court held their breath, not daring to even blink, for fear of missing their own turning point in destiny.
Those who were afraid closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, and silently prayed that the ball of light would pass by them quickly.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The meteor-like cluster of light spun rapidly across the sky, growing faster and faster until it transformed into a dazzling sea of light.
After about half an incense stick's time, the wildly spinning sea of light suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, two beams of light suddenly emerged from the sea of light and burst forth with dazzling divine brilliance!
Soon, it transformed into two towering beams of light, landing precisely in two different directions on the Douluo Continent.
boom!
boom!
As the guiding light beam descended, two extremely eye-catching lines of large purple-gold characters slowly appeared on the surface of the sky.
[New explorer has been locked in.]
[First Place: Spirit Hall, Pope Bibi Dong!]
[Second place: Tang San from Shrek Academy!]
As the purple-gold beam of light landed on the back mountain of Shrek Academy, a violent shockwave instantly swept out, uprooting dozens of towering ancient trees in the surrounding area.
Even the dilapidated wooden houses not far away collapsed under the aftershocks, turning into ruins.
In the center of this purple-gold pillar of light, Tang San suddenly opened his arms, letting the dazzling guiding light completely envelop him.
He felt no fear whatsoever; instead, he became utterly frenzied.
Hahahaha!
"I was chosen! It really is me!"
"Gu Yuena, did you see that?!"
"You knelt there like a dog, kowtowing until your head bled, and even swore an oath to be a slave for all eternity, but the Primordial Immortal Lord didn't even glance at you!"
"And I, Tang San, didn't even need to do anything. The Primordial Immortal Court took the initiative to send down this supreme guiding light and personally invited me into the Immortal Realm!"
"That's the difference in talent!"
"There is an insurmountable chasm between you, a beast from the lower realm, and me, a peerless prodigy who has lived two lives!"
Tang San was now completely immersed in the fantasy he had created.
He even felt that it wasn't a random selection at all.
Instead, it was the lofty and supreme Primordial Immortal Lord who, in all these myriad star fields, finally used his discerning eye to see through this hidden gem.
They came for the twin martial souls within him, and for the unparalleled Tang Sect martial arts techniques in his mind!
...
"The mistress!"
"Quickly calm yourself down!"
Just as Tang San was laughing wildly, two figures belatedly ran over from not far away.
It was Zao Wou-Ki and Oscar.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji was nowhere to be seen as the immovable king he usually was, with his arrogant and fearless demeanor.
This Soul Saint, whose physique was as robust as a brown bear, was now pale with oppression in front of the sky.
(End of chapter)