Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Upon hearing this, Lin Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.

The old man's soul struggled to raise a faint glimmer of light, his voice hoarse and intermittent: "Yao Chen... he once cultivated at Canaan Academy... and among the five strange flames on your body, there is the aura of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame... although it has been modified, I recognize it... it is Yao Chen's flame... tell me... Yao Chen... what happened to him?"

Lin Yao remained silent for a moment, his mind churning. He didn't know the history between Mu Gu and Yao Lao, but seeing Mu Gu still remembering Yao Chen's name before his death, he figured there must be a deep-seated grudge between them. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his voice low and indifferent: "You mean Yao Chen? He's already a remnant soul. When I found him in the Black Corner Region a few days ago, his soul was so weak it was on the verge of dissipating. I took pity on him and gave him a proper send-off. That bone spirit cold flame of his came into my hands then."

Inside the crystal ball, the soul of Elder Mu Gu trembled violently. A moment later, a twisted yet satisfied laugh emanated from within his soul: "Hahaha... Good, good... Yao Chen is dead... He died well... Even if my soul is scattered, hearing this news before I die is worthwhile..."

The laughter gradually faded, and the soul began to crumble and dissipate little by little from its edges.

"The Soul Palace...will not let you go..." The last wisp of voice dissipated like dust in the air, "You will die...more miserably than Yao Chen..."

Lin Yao remained unmoved. He watched silently as Elder Mu Gu's soul completely dissipated, his aura vanishing into nothingness. He could have imprisoned Elder Mu Gu and slowly interrogated him for information, or he could have kept this trump card to restrain the Soul Palace at a crucial moment. But he chose to let Elder Mu Gu's soul simply dissipate like this.

He needs a real massacre.

It's just the Soul Palace. As long as he doesn't draw out the Soul Emperor and Void Devouring Flame from the depths of the Soul Clan, he can handle it with his current strength. Behind the Soul Palace is the Soul Clan, a true enemy he will have to face sooner or later. Until then, he doesn't care how many people from the Soul Palace come or how many die. What he needs is time—given enough time, he can grow to a truly unshakeable height. At that time, both the Soul Palace and the Soul Clan will turn into dust in history.

Lin Yao stood up and walked out of the stone chamber. The night was deep, and the stars twinkled in the sky. He looked up at the direction of Zhongzhou, his gaze calm as still water.

At the same time, in the distant Central Plains.

The Wind Venerable, clad in a green robe, entered the main hall of the Starfall Pavilion's headquarters. Nestled amidst rolling mountains, the hall was magnificent and shrouded in mist. Inside, several elders of the Starfall Pavilion had been waiting for some time. Their gazes fell upon the figure beside the Wind Venerable, completely concealed by a cloak, then shifted to Xiao Yan standing behind him, their eyes filled with confusion.

Venerable Feng offered no further explanation. He glanced around, then gently placed a token on the table in the center of the hall, his voice low yet resounding: "Yao Chen has returned. From this day forward, he shall hold the position of Pavilion Master of the Starfall Pavilion."

The hall erupted in uproar.

The elders' gazes fell on the cloaked figure, their expressions a mixture of shock, excitement, and doubt. But Venerable Feng didn't give them much time to think. He patted Xiao Yan's shoulder beside him: "This is Yao Chen's disciple, Xiao Yan. From this day forward, he will be the young master of the Starfall Pavilion."

Xiao Yan felt the scrutinizing gazes in the hall, and his body tensed slightly. But he quickly relaxed, straightened his back, and his gaze became steady. Establishing himself in Zhongzhou and using his power as a foundation to weather the storms from all directions—this was the path paved for him by his master Yao Chen, and it was also his own choice.

Meanwhile, deep within the Soul Palace's main hall, a pitch-black soul lamp suspended in a dark chamber suddenly shattered without warning. The flame flickered for a few breaths, then silently went out.

The black-clad man guarding the lamp abruptly stood up, glanced at the soul lamp, and his expression changed drastically. Elder Mu Gu's soul lamp had gone out. This meant that this three-star Dou Zun had completely perished. The black-clad man quickly turned around and relayed the message deep within the main hall.

Within half a day, an order was issued from the Soul Hall's main hall, traversing numerous spatial passages to reach Tianya City. Inside a branch of the Soul Hall within the city, a gaunt old man who had been in seclusion slowly opened his eyes. He was none other than the renowned Star-Picking Old Ghost of the Soul Hall, dispatched from Tianya City to the Black Corner Region on the orders of the Vice Hall Master.

Mission objective: Canaan Academy, Lin Yao.

The old ghost who picks stars stands up, puts a secret letter shrouded in black mist into his sleeve, and steps out of the palace. His aura is extremely concealed, blending into the night like a shadow, and he speeds off in the northwest.

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Two days passed quickly.

Lin Yao remained seated in the secret chamber, the now dim and lifeless crystal ball floating before him. The soul of Elder Mu Gu had been completely refined by him, transformed into pure Heavenly Realm soul nourishment, which had been absorbed entirely into his sea of ​​consciousness. Lin Yao closed his eyes and introspected, feeling the fragments of Elder Mu Gu's memories flow through his sea of ​​consciousness like mercury, ultimately sinking to its deepest depths, where they were dismantled, devoured, and absorbed one by one by his Heavenly Realm spiritual power.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes.

"So that's how it is..." Lin Yao murmured, his gaze deep and distant. As a mid-level member of the Soul Hall, Elder Mu Gu possessed far more knowledge than Lin Yao had imagined. Besides the techniques for extracting primordial soul energy and creating the essence of the soul, he also had a wealth of memories about the Soul Hall's internal structure and operational processes, even touching upon some of the Soul Hall's closely guarded secrets—such as the relationship between the Soul Hall and the Soul Clan, and the true powerhouses who manipulated everything behind the scenes.

This information greatly inspired Lin Yao. The true mystery of the Soul Origin Technique lies in the fact that the soul is not an ethereal phantom, but rather an energy that, like battle qi, can be refined, condensed, stored, and even manipulated. For many years, the Soul Palace has been collecting the souls of powerful individuals on a large scale precisely to extract primordial energy from those souls to nourish even higher-level powerhouses or to forge some astonishing trump card.

The technology possessed by the Soul Clan behind the Soul Palace is likely far more profound than what the Soul Palace has revealed. Lin Yao thought to himself that once he gets his hands on the core of the Soul Clan, he will definitely study it thoroughly.

"The higher-ups of the Soul Palace certainly have a lot of good stuff hidden away." Lin Yao stood up and brushed the crystal ball fragments into the dust. "Unfortunately, with my current understanding of souls, I'm not yet able to fully deduce the Soul Clan's true strength. But there's no rush. We have to take things one step at a time."

He stepped out of the secret room, about to take a breath of the morning air, when suddenly he stopped.

In the backyard of the medicine garden, the purplish-gray energy cocoon was trembling violently like never before.

A crack appeared on the surface of the giant cocoon, stretching from top to bottom. Then, a second and a third crack appeared, spreading rapidly like a spiderweb. A purplish-gray light poured out from the cracks, illuminating the entire courtyard in an eerie glow. A powerful and pure aura rose from the cocoon, carrying a chilling, deadly poison, yet also possessing a warm and profound quality, like the darkest current in the deep sea.

Then, the giant cocoon shattered with a deafening roar.

The purplish-gray energy fragments dissipated into countless specks of light, scattering like fireflies. A slender figure slowly emerged from the center of the cocoon of light. She was surrounded by a faint purple halo, her long dress flowing, her jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her features were cool and serene, exuding an ethereal aura of transformation. Each step she took carried a mysterious rhythm, as if she were one with heaven and earth, her every movement subtly influencing the fluctuations of the world's energy.

High-level Dou Zun. Little Fairy Doctor has emerged from seclusion.

Lin Yao stood there, watching the woman emerge from the cocoon of light. She looked even thinner than before her seclusion, but possessed an indescribable aura, like a sword tempered countless times by fire, finally shedding all impurities and revealing its sharpest edge. Her eyes were pale purple, with a dark flame seemingly flickering deep within, clear and resolute.

The moment those eyes saw Lin Yao, a soft light flickered across them.

"Brother Yao," she called softly.

Lin Yao looked at her, a smile involuntarily curving his lips: "You're out."

Little Fairy Doctor walked up to him in a few steps, stopped, and looked up at him. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say a lot, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She just suddenly threw herself into his arms, buried her face in his chest, and gripped his clothes tightly with both hands, as if to confirm the reality of this moment.

Lin Yao paused for a moment, then smiled gently, put his arm around her back, and whispered, "Congratulations, Little Fairy Doctor."

Little Fairy Doctor responded in his arms with a muffled sound, her voice carrying an indescribable mix of grievance and relief: "I've been waiting for this day for so long."

The sound was soft, yet remarkably clear in the quiet herb garden. Those who had just arrived to investigate—Su Qian, Elder Qianbai, and some passing inner courtyard elders—all stopped in their tracks. Some coughed lightly, some quietly retreated, and others watched from afar with smiles on their faces.

Su Qian stroked his beard, his face full of relief and emotion, and turned to the person next to him and whispered, "Don't disturb them."

This hug sealed the unspoken feelings between the two.

Little Fairy Doctor nestled close to Lin Yao, feeling the warmth from his chest. She clearly remembered that during those long years of cultivation, it was this man who guided her step by step on the path to mastering the Calamity Poison Body, giving her a safe haven during her loneliest and most lost times. Now that she had completely mastered the Calamity Poison Body and reached the advanced Dou Zun level, she finally had the confidence to stand by his side, no longer needing to see herself as a burden, and could speak her heart openly.

Lin Yao gently patted the back of her neck and asked in a low voice, "Netherworld Poison Fire?"

"Having devoured the source of calamity, it has completed its evolution." Little Fairy Doctor lifted her head from his embrace, her palm turned upwards, and a dark purple flame quietly floated in her palm. The aura of that flame was even more profound and pure than the Netherworld Poison Fire that Lin Yao had previously possessed. It seemed to have transcended being merely a strange fire, but rather, nourished by the source of the poisonous body, it had reached a completely new level. "It is now completely one with my Calamity Poisonous Body, indistinguishable from one another."

"A high-level Dou Zun... plus this evolved Netherworld Poison Flame, and one-thirty-sixth of her agility, she's probably even more ferocious than an ordinary peak Dou Zun." Lin Yao examined her aura and nodded in satisfaction. "It seems that the gains from this seclusion are greater than I imagined."

Little Fairy Doctor withdrew her flames and revealed a faint smile: "Actually, I have to thank you. If you hadn't helped me heal that hidden injury and reshape my poisonous body core, I wouldn't have been able to get to this point."

"We're family, no need for formalities." Lin Yao reached out and ruffled her hair. "Let's go, I have a few things I need to tell you."

In the afternoon, Lin Yao and Su Qian sat for a while in the academy's main hall, where Lin Yao briefly recounted the recent events. After listening, Su Qian slowly nodded: "The Soul Hall's spies have probably already caught wind of this. The Central Continent will find out about Elder Mu Gu's demise sooner or later; you should be prepared."

"I know." Lin Yao smiled. "Perfect timing, I also want to take this opportunity to get to know the Soul Palace."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up and gazed into the distance outside the hall. Su Qian also sensed something and frowned slightly: "Someone is approaching."

"A Dou Zun," Lin Yao said calmly. "It seems the Soul Palace is moving faster than we expected. Elder, I'll go meet him first." He stood up, gave Su Qian a wink, and disappeared in a flash.

Dozens of miles outside Canaan Academy, atop a desolate mountain, stood a figure gazing down towards the academy. The man was a thin, elderly man with long, gray hair cascading over his shoulders, dressed in a dark gray robe. His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, and he muttered to himself, "Even an alchemist like Mu Gu died here. It seems this Lin Yao does indeed possess some skill."

This person is none other than the Old Ghost Who Picks Stars.

He was ordered by the deputy hall master of the Soul Hall to travel all the way to the Black Corner Region. Based on his experience, he thought it wouldn't be long before he found out where Mu Gu was. However, he didn't expect that soon after entering the Black Corner Region, he would hear a lot of rumors about the young genius of Canaan Academy - a nineteen-year-old Dou Zun, an eighth-grade alchemist, the commander of the Black Annihilation Army who suppressed the ancient clans, and the destroyer of Demon Flame Valley... All these deeds made him more and more convinced that this Lin Yao was the one who killed Mu Gu, and at the same time, someone that the Soul Hall needed to win over.

Old Ghost Zhaixing was well aware of the Soul Hall's rules. In the Soul Hall's eyes, there were only two kinds of people: those who were "valuable" and those who were "worthless." Mu Gu was an alchemist and a Dou Zun, possessing immense value; however, he was dead, killed by Lin Yao. A dead person, no matter how valuable they were before, was merely a meaningless corpse, not worth the Soul Hall's expending any effort on. Conversely, if Lin Yao were willing to join the Soul Hall, it wouldn't be surprising if he jumped three levels to become a core high-ranking member. And as the one who recommended him, Old Ghost Zhaixing would naturally have performed a great service.

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