Douluo Jueshi: I Don't Want to Be an Evil Soul Master

Chapter 41 The ceremony begins

"It's just luck. This soul beast was already seriously injured."

"Forget it. Since he's your disciple, it's up to you to decide." Zhongli Wu didn't bother to ask further. "You know the procedure well. You can take him there yourself."

"Yes."

Sleepy Nightmare Douluo responded and turned to look at Lin Xiao, "Come along. You probably haven't been to the Spirit Ascension Palace before. This is your chance to see the Holy Emperor in person."

Lin Xiao responded and followed behind Nightmare Douluo. At this point, he no longer had much time to think about what the Saint Emperor looked like; most of his mind had sunk into the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness.

The headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult is located underground in the Demonic Forest. There are various passages in it that lead to all directions. From time to time, one or two disciples of the Holy Spirit Cult will pass by. However, the road to the Ascension Palace is much quieter, with only Sleepy Nightmare Douluo and Lin Xiao walking one after the other.

Soon, the surrounding passages seemed to have come to an end, and Sleepy Nightmare Douluo stopped.

Lin Xiao looked up slightly, but saw no Saint Emperor or Spirit Ascension Hall ahead. Instead, he saw an old man standing there. His silver-gray hair was meticulously combed. He looked very old, but his face was as rosy as a baby's.

Even though Lin Xiao had never seen this person before, his name appeared in his mind - Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao.

"Greetings, Senior Dragon Emperor."

Even though Sleepy Nightmare Douluo is an elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, he has to bow his head when he sees Long Xiaoyao.

"To hold a spirit raising ceremony?"

"Yes, please, Senior Dragon Emperor, open the door."

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao's gaze fell on Lin Xiao and he paused for a moment.

"His cultivation seems to be a little lacking?"

Upon hearing this, Sleeping Nightmare Douluo paused. He had not expected that Dragon Emperor Douluo, who had never cared about the disciples who came to participate in the Spirit Ascension Ceremony, would suddenly ask an extra question today.

However, he still answered honestly, "To answer Senior Dragon Emperor, he has outstanding talent, and it would be beneficial for him to undergo the Ascension Ceremony earlier."

"I see." Long Xiaoyao nodded gently, "It seems that even I have overlooked some things."

Sleeping Nightmare Douluo didn't know what Long Xiaoyao meant, and remained silent for a moment. Meanwhile, Long Xiaoyao seemed to have just casually mentioned it, but with a wave of his sleeves, a stone door suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Sleepy Nightmare Douluo walked in with Lin Xiao, and only Long Xiaoyao stood in the distance, watching Lin Xiao's back disappear into the door.

It seemed like just a simple step, but Lin Xiao felt dizzy. Looking back, there was no stone door behind him, and he didn't know where he came from.

There is a spacious stone chamber around it, and the ground underfoot is sunken, like a dried-up shallow lake.

In the center of the "lake", there is a tall stone statue standing there, holding what seems to be a weapon in its hand. Unfortunately, the front half has been broken and its original appearance cannot be seen.

Lin Xiao raised his head, his eyes instantly fixed.

What he saw was not the appearance of the "Holy Emperor", but the candles hanging higher above the stone chamber.

The candlelight here was not the purple color commonly seen in the Holy Spirit Church, but a turbid gray. Some were very dazzling and constantly jumping, while some had already dimmed and were quietly waiting to be extinguished.

It looked like a candle flame, but in Lin Xiao's eyes, it was clearly a wisp of residual souls.

They were imprisoned here, moaning constantly, as if telling of their own pain, or as if singing praises to the "Holy Emperor" before them.

The expression on Nightmare Douluo's face also changed slightly, as if he had become more fanatical. He didn't speak, but simply stepped forward and opened the pocket.

There was also a ghost-faced owl inside, but it looked larger than an adult. Even though it was unconscious, the aura it naturally exuded still made Lin Xiao feel a lot of pressure.

A cold light flashed, and a dagger appeared in the hand of Sleepy Nightmare Douluo. Then, as the dagger pierced into the body of the Hundred Thousand Years Old Ghost-Faced Owl, a stream of blood gushed out and gathered towards the statue.

"Alright." Sleepy Nightmare Douluo turned around and stared at Lin Xiao intently. "Everything is ready. How much you can gain from now on depends on yourself."

It was indeed the sacrifice of this "Holy Emperor".

Lin Xiao looked along the gushing blood. Strands of blood were already flowing around the statue, outlining a strange pattern.

The next moment, an invisible pressure suddenly hit him, and Lin Xiao felt a little dazzling when looking at the statue.

The gray candles hanging on the ceiling kept flickering, and even the moans in their mouths became louder and louder.

"Go, enter the blood pool and receive your baptism."

The voice of Sleepy Nightmare Douluo seemed to carry a hint of temptation, causing Lin Xiao to unconsciously look down. He then discovered that the original depression on the ground had been replaced by a blood-red patch, as if a pool of blood had appeared out of thin air.

Is this what is flowing out from that hundred thousand year old soul beast?

No. Lin Xiao quickly denied this speculation. Even if the hundred thousand year old soul beast was drained, it would not be able to fill the entire blood pool. There must be some power in it that he could not understand.

"What's wrong? What are you still hesitating about?"

The voice seemed to come from the mouth of Sleepy Nightmare Douluo, and also seemed to come from the mouth of the statue in front of him. Lin Xiao could no longer tell them apart.

"Go... Come on..."

On the side, Sleepy Nightmare Douluo watched Lin Xiao step into the blood pool step by step until his body was completely submerged.

He then looked down at the ghost-faced owl, fumbled with it for a few times with the dagger, and soon, a soul bone appeared in his hand.

"My dear disciple, you have made a great friend. Consider this soul bone as your filial piety to me, your teacher."

Sleepy Nightmare Douluo spoke with a smile, but Lin Xiao could not hear him.

At this moment, he only felt a sticky thing around him, as if he was in some liquid, but his breathing was not hindered at all. The pungent smell filled his entire nasal cavity. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing around him except a sea of ​​blood.

Before he could figure out the situation around him, a sharp pain suddenly hit his heart.

In an instant, his body seemed to be torn apart, and the soul power in his body flowed uncontrollably. Five soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black rose one by one, and the three colors of light kept interweaving.

Is this really a spiritual ascension ceremony?

Lin Xiao had learned about the soul-raising ceremony from the Holy Servant No. 6. According to her, it was clearly just a worship of the Holy Emperor, and there was not even any mention of sacrifices.

Is it because the Holy Spirit Church only split her soul and did not perform a soul-raising ceremony for her, or is it because the soul-raising ceremony she experienced was incomplete?
Lin Xiao had no idea. He originally thought that the soul-raising ceremony would tamper with his soul, but he didn't expect that it would start with pain like torture.

Even as he was thinking, violent power had already filled his whole body, and all his meridians seemed to be torn apart.

(End of this chapter)