Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

The next day, early in the morning.

Aside from the eight inner court students from the Soul Guidance Department who went out for exchanges, and Huo Yuhao and He Caitou, there was one other person who quietly left the academy under the cover of the morning fog.

After leaving Shrek City, Zhang Mo began looking at the map he had prepared in advance.

His gaze swept lightly across the map; he needed a quiet place where he wouldn't be easily disturbed.

He looked around and felt that none of the places were safe, so finally his gaze fell on the top of the map—the far north.

The two kings of soul beasts in the far north, the Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor, are no longer here.

One is in Huo Yuhao, and the other is in the Mingde Hall of the Sun Moon Empire.

Furthermore, the extreme cold of the far north makes it a place where even Soul Masters rarely set foot, but these are not factors that Zhang Mo needs to consider.

Zhang Mo's physique is gradually being improved by the divine position. Apart from fatal injuries, these environmental factors have almost no effect on Zhang Mo.

Once Zhang Mo had decided on his goal, he set off for the far north without stopping.

The far north.

Zhang Mo had lost count of how many days it had taken him to reach this far north.

Looking at the snow-covered permafrost beneath his feet and the extreme low temperature approaching minus fifty degrees Celsius, Zhang Mo suddenly felt that he had been exaggerating a bit.

It seems that going deeper into the area is not an option, but that's fine too. This place isn't for ordinary people, and no one will bother me.

Zhang Mo looked around and finally found a tall mountain, and walked towards it step by step.

Zhang Mo arrived at the mountainside and gently tapped the mountain with his knuckles.

"Clang clang."

It was extremely hard. If Zhang Mo hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought he was hitting a piece of metal just by listening to the sound.

Zhang Mo took out the Sword of Judgment from his storage soul tool and used its sharp blade to dig in the snow-capped mountains of the far north.

Time passed second by second, and Zhang Mo's hole grew bigger and bigger, having already removed all the snow from the mountainside, and it was still going deeper and deeper.

Zhang Mo only stopped digging when he had dug a safe distance far enough away that he wouldn't be bothered by soul beasts or avalanches.

The Sword of Judgment was now completely icy cold from the wind and snow, and Zhang Mo could barely hold it.

Since setting foot in the far north, he has repeatedly expressed his gratitude in his heart for the positive impact of his divine status on his physique; otherwise, he would never have been able to persevere.

Zhang Mo covered the entrance to the hole with a thick layer of snow, and then went to the depths of the hole he had dug.

Aside from the Sword of Judgment resting on his lap, he took out the so-called fragment of the Rakshasa Scythe from the system.

The aura of Rakshasa emanating from this fragment is faint and indistinct. Apart from the energy of the divine artifact, the power unique to Rakshasa is very faint, just like the fragment of the divine position encountered at Jialing Pass.

As time erodes, only the purest power remains.

So much time has passed, and Zhang Mo still hasn't found a suitable opportunity to fuse with this fragment. He has also moved his residence at Shrek Academy from the teachers' apartment to the Sea God Pavilion.

While Elder Mu was still there, he wandered around the Sea God Pavilion every day, thinking that if he disappeared for a few days or caused any disturbance, it would be difficult to explain.

Moreover, what if something from the Sea God Pavilion could transmit what's happening here to the upper levels?

The cautious Zhang Mo did not absorb the fragment, and the past year and a half had been peaceful.

Zhang Mo carefully stroked the fragment of the demonic scythe; its sharp edge testified to the many killings it had brought to its master during that war.

There was a perfectly sized groove on it, and Zhang Mo touched it, feeling it carefully. If anyone could leave such a mark on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, it would only be its Trident of Poseidon.

Zhang Mo suddenly gripped the fragment tightly, and the time for recollection ended.

"System, give me the fragments of the Judgment Sword and the Rakshasa Scythe!"

A few breaths later, the familiar voice rang out again.

[Alright, now we will begin fusing the fragments of the Sword of Judgment and the Rakshasa Scythe for the host.]

The fragments of the Rakshasa Scythe slowly rose into the air, emitting a wisp of smoke, and then gradually melted into a pool of molten iron in mid-air.

Although it is molten iron, its surface is covered with a nine-colored halo, unlike anything in the mortal world. The entire ice cave is illuminated by the colorful reflection of this molten iron.

Immediately afterwards, the molten iron slowly melted into Zhang Mo's Sword of Judgment, and the sword of Judgment began to tremble violently.

The molten iron, like a lump of soft mud, began to slowly flow into every line of the Judgment Sword as it dripped onto its surface, extending and enveloping its entire surface.

In an instant, a powerful aura began to emanate from the Sword of Judgment, causing the entire cave to shake violently.

Zhang Mo's body swayed along with the movement, a bitter smile on his face.

Sure enough, this couldn't be done at the academy. With such a commotion, everyone would come and block my door to see what was going on.

The fusion caused quite a stir, but it didn't take long. About fifteen minutes passed before the fusion of the Sword of Judgment and the fragments of the Rakshasa Scythe was complete.

The system notification sounded in Zhang Mo's mind.

[Congratulations, host. The fusion was successful. The Sword of Judgment has been upgraded from an eighth-level soul tool in the mortal realm to a quasi-divine artifact.]

A near-divine weapon?

This result left Zhang Mo somewhat disappointed.

It should be noted that the two divine artifacts in the God King's hands, the Asura Holy Sword and the Trident of the Sea God, are both super divine artifacts with immense power.

Zhang Mo let out a soft sigh; the cold temperature quickly calmed him down.

Come to think of it, it's just an eighth-level soul tool and a fragment of a super artifact. If super artifacts were that easy to obtain, then super artifacts could be mass-produced in the mortal realm. At that time, what else would we need to say but immediately launch an attack on the divine realm from the mortal realm!

Zhang Mo rested his chin on his hand, looking at the upgraded Judgment Sword. There weren't many changes on the outside, except that the wide blade had shrunk a bit. The surface inherited the characteristics of the molten iron, and six colors of light shimmered faintly on it.

Zhang Mo gripped the hilt of his sword, spun the Judgment Chamber into the air, and caught it. He used this to feel the weight of the upgraded Judgment Chamber.

Zhang Mo's mind wandered for a moment. He wanted to stand up and test the power of his sword, but then he remembered that if he did, the ice he had painstakingly dug might collapse. He shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind. He then returned the Sword of Judgment to his storage soul tool.

After doing all this, Zhang Mo looked at the system panel that only he could see.

For the past year and a half, the system has been as if it had disappeared, and has not given Zhang Mo a single task since.