Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

"One of my disciples possesses extraordinary talent, and if nothing unexpected happens, he may gain the favor of someone in the divine realm. I want to sever his connection with the divine realm."

"Oh?"

This statement contains a lot of information. Putting aside whether his apprentice's talent is real or not, the second half of the sentence is very interesting.

"For you human soul masters, shouldn't having the opportunity to ascend to godhood be a good thing? All titled Douluo-level soul masters should spend their entire lives pursuing such an opportunity."

"And you actually severed your disciple's connection with the divine realm? Pshaw, what's that? Jealousy of your disciple?"

Di Tian tried to provoke Zhang Mo with words, since Zhang Mo's current actions and words were illogical.

Zhang Mo was naturally not angered by this simple provocation. He smiled faintly and said, "Your attitude towards the God Realm is not friendly either. I think you should be able to understand me."

"Hmph." These words struck a chord with Di Tian. This also proved that Zhang Mo's identity was indeed extraordinary; possessing divine power, yet harboring resentment towards the divine realm just like him...

After a brief moment of thought, Di Tian pulled out a scale from somewhere.

The scale was thrown out by Di Tian and slowly glided through the air. Zhang Mo grabbed the black scale.

Upon handling it, Zhang Mo felt himself being affected by the scales, and his divine power flow became temporarily disrupted.

Is this the power of divine retribution and the boundless rage and hatred towards the divine realm...?

Zhang Mo carefully examined the scale. The scale seemed ordinary in Di Tian's hands, but when it came into Zhang Mo's hands, Zhang Mo felt the weight and size contained within it.

It was about the size of Zhang Mo's palm, which was quite large for a dragon's scales. Its entire body was jet black with purple ridges that evenly divided the scales into five sides.

He wasn't lying about the scale; it was indeed prepared for Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao will be able to remove this scale himself in the future, so it won't affect his future achievements. Besides, he will be going to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy in the near future. In case of any unforeseen dangers Zhang Mo might encounter, this scale will also save his life.

Most importantly, this scale might be able to block the God-King's prying eyes.

Just like the Silver Dragon King's presence cannot be detected in this forest.

At this moment, Di Tian asked, "Now it's your turn. How can you guarantee that you won't leak this information, human?"

"It's very simple."

Zhang Mo raised his hand and said, "I swear on my own divine power that if I reveal the news that the Silver Dragon King is still alive, I will lose all my divine power and be unable to advance my cultivation any further."

A strange feeling lingered in Zhang Mo's heart, and he knew that the oath had been fulfilled.

Di Tian nodded in satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, the energy shield dissipated.

"I don't even know your name yet, human."

"My surname is Zhang, and my given name is Mo. Zhang is the bow and arrow, and Mo is the silence."

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion saw the energy shield dissipate, and both Uncle Di Tian and the human had relaxed expressions on their faces, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.

I never imagined that this human could actually survive...

Di Tian turned to leave. Although he had reached a cooperation agreement with Zhang Mo, he had been led by Zhang Mo's pace from beginning to end, which still made him a little unhappy.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, he could tell from his words that his scale possessed the power of divine retribution, so he must also know that this scale also had his protection.

How could the mighty Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King be reduced to being a babysitter for the disciple of a god?

Hmph, Di Tian just wants to leave as soon as possible and doesn't want to see him again; it's annoying.

Furthermore, he planned to ask his lord next time, when the lord was even slightly lucid, whether he recognized this divine being named Zhang Mo, and how he knew about him...

"Wait, I have some questions for the Imperial Beast."

"Um?"

Di Tian stopped and slowly turned around, looking at Zhang Mo's smiling face.

Zhang Mo's smile was perfectly normal, even respectful enough from a human perspective. But looking at that face, Di Tian felt a surge of inexplicable anger. He was afraid that this human would bring up some news that would frighten him.

Di Tian looked down at the Three-Eyed Golden Lion again. The Three-Eyed Golden Lion did not show any resistance on its face. Di Tian then waved his hand impatiently and said, "Ask, ask quickly."

Zhang Mo strode forward, squatted down, and looked at the Three-Eyed Golden Lion. Its fur was incredibly smooth, and the areas exposed to the sun shone with a brilliant light.

Zhang Mo's hands were itching to touch it, and he couldn't resist reaching out and stroking it a couple of times.

The three-eyed golden lion shrank its neck and said in a voice that was both cowardly and slightly angry, "Human, just ask what your question is."

Seeing this, Zhang Mo stopped playing around and asked seriously with a straight face, "You...did you know me before today? Why did you talk to me back then?"

"What did they say I was again...?"

"Humans who are not entangled by the threads of fate," the Three-Eyed Golden Lion added when it saw Zhang Mo stuttering and unable to speak.

"Yes, that's it. What does it mean?"

The three-eyed golden lion paused for a moment, then said, "I can control a portion of the power of destiny; I can sense the direction of destiny."

"The fate of humans and soul beasts is like a web woven from spider silk."

"Everyone must navigate their own web and gradually make their own life choices. Without exception."

"But you don't have these threads of fate, and you've changed other people's fates, right? Right now, all I can see are the threads of fate completely tangled up, and some people's threads of fate are even breaking down, breaking away from their original destinies."

"Wait, wait..." For a moment, Zhang Mo did not understand what the Three-Eyed Golden Lion meant.

He lowered his head, deep in thought.

As someone who has lived two lives, he has his own worldview. He has been superstitious, but he dares not believe in life, or rather, in the truth of fate.

"Then why is it that only I don't have the threads of fate attached to me?" Zhang Mo asked, puzzled.

"I don't know either." The Three-Eyed Golden Lion did not provide an answer to Zhang Mo's question.

Zhang Mo let out a long breath and pondered deeply.

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion saw Zhang Mo's predicament; he seemed somewhat unable to accept his current situation. It asked curiously, "When you disrupt someone's predetermined destiny, you should be able to hear the sound of the threads of fate snapping. After all, you... seem to be a god."

"The sound of the threads of fate... snapping?"

Zhang Mo murmured.

In an instant, Zhang Mo's mind was struck by a series of images from those times when he had doubts.

He suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Di Tian frowned slightly upon seeing this, thinking to himself: "Don't let this guy go crazy here, or I'll have trouble explaining myself to those old guys from Shrek Academy."