From the Soul Motion Machine onwards, the Mechanized Douluo

Chapter 63 Why Don't You Use Your Little Head to Think? [Please Read On! Please Vote!]

The biggest difference between Chen Hong and other traditional Soul Masters lies in their different ways of thinking.

In the eyes of traditional Soul Masters, if they possess Deep Sea Secret Soul Gold, they might use the overall properties of this metal to forge a Soul Weapon that can nurture a soul, or an evil weapon that can kill souls.

But Chen Hong is different. He prioritizes considering why this metal possesses such magical properties, whether it can be altered, replicated, or applied to other fields.

Just like creating one's own soul skills, since countless soul master predecessors have already practiced this path, why do soul masters of later generations still walk on the same old path?

The creation of soul skills and the fusion of soul skills—these numerous examples all prove one thing: soul power is just a fragment of the rules.

Even if the skills are separated from the soul rings and soul bones, the soul power can still release some powerful skills, namely self-created soul skills and fused soul skills.

Since the road is open, why doesn't anyone continue to walk on it?

Why?

The problem, of course, lies in the world's education system!

Chen Hong attended a Soul Master school for a few days before realizing that the future of this world was bleak.

When everyone is taught to gain power from spirit beasts and that those who cannot cultivate are useless, this world may prosper for a time because of spirit beasts, but it will eventually perish.

Although Chen Hong hadn't specifically compiled the data, even someone with a modicum of common sense could discern that behind the growth of a Title Douluo, there must have been the deaths of more than five ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, or even a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast. The growth rate of soul masters far exceeded that of soul beasts. If this continued, this seemingly fast and convenient towering edifice of the soul master system would inevitably collapse in an instant.

Originally, Chen Hong was quite curious about Yu Xiaogang, who was hailed as a "master". However, as his knowledge grew and his understanding became more comprehensive, he now felt nothing for Yu Xiaogang, who was still obsessed with his innate soul power nightmare.

They thought the other person was a ray of light in the world, but they never expected that they would still perish in the end.

Moreover, Chen Hong also saw in the Spirit Hall's records that Yu Xiaogang was someone who participated in creating the Spirit Fusion Technique, the Seven-in-One Spirit Fusion Technique, but for some reason, it collapsed halfway through.

It should be noted that Chen Hong's so-called self-created soul skill is actually just an advanced application of soul rings, and can only be considered a semi-self-created soul skill.

Chen Hong could roughly understand that some soul master families must have similar advanced use of soul rings, but they were all keeping it a secret, fearing that the dragon-slaying technique would eventually be used on them.

"Ah, perhaps this is the limitation of my era. I don't belong to this world, nor to this era, so naturally I possess a foresight that transcends worldly conventions, time, and space."

What is the greatest wealth of time travelers? It is the mark left on them by the previous world.

Chen Hong let out a slight sigh of relief. Using his weak and feeble mental power at a high intensity was also a very mentally taxing activity.

"The invisibility coating is just the first application; subsequent applications, such as attacking souls and defending against soul attacks, hold vast potential."

"However, I think the most suitable aspect is that the [Secret Soul] runes on this thing might be able to act as an accelerator for cultivating soul power and spiritual power?"

Chen Hong's deep black eyes flickered. He subconsciously reached out and rubbed his forehead, feeling a chill as his fingers touched the metal shell of the Philosopher's Ring.

"I can sense the turbulent flow of consciousness emanating from the surrounding crowd. I'm wondering, is this some kind of power of faith? Or is it simply spiritual power?"

Chen Hong didn't understand what the power of faith was. After all, he was just a weak, helpless, and pitiful level 17 Soul Master. He could only keep these thoughts to himself and not express them, otherwise he would be shot in the back and forced to commit suicide.

"Regardless of what those mental disturbances are, I can sense them. Once I comprehend the [Secret Soul] divine runes, I will be able to absorb these mental disturbances. There is a semi-complete remnant soul here, so I will use this thing for experiments. If everything goes smoothly, in just a few years, the newly emerging industrial age will be rushing to the next era."

Chen Hong took out his work journal and simply jotted down all his thoughts. His thoughts were scattered and easily jumped from one idea to another; if he didn't write them down, he might not be able to recall his initial flash of inspiration when needed.

As for whether he is worried about others reading his work logs?

If the other party could understand it, Chen Hong would feel quite gratified. After all, many of his notes used the language of his previous life. If he didn't translate them, without a reference, it would be difficult for people in this world to understand the meaning of his words.

Time always flies when you're working. For Chen Hong, after discovering his next research project, he packed up his tools and, together with the members of the Science and Technology Chamber of Commerce, repaired the Soul Motion Truck.

The subsequent work will require him to comprehend the properties of the Deep Sea Secret Soul Gold, which will take time and effort.

When Chen Hong was repairing the Soul Dynamics truck, Ning Rongrong and Ning Quan both liked to stand by and watch.

"Chen Hong! When you spin this thing, all those other things spin too! How did you come up with such an amazing thing?!"

In the hotel's backyard, Chen Hong was lying on the ground, artificially shaping some precision parts that had been deformed by external forces with his sharp soul-guided carving knife. He was covered in grease and looked quite dirty. But Ning Rongrong, the little girl, wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she pointed excitedly at the power transmission shaft under the truck and asked Chen Hong a question.

At least in the eyes of Ning Rongrong, a traditional Soul Master, the industrial beauty of the power system inside the Soul-Moving Truck deeply impressed her.

"I figured it out with my toes." Chen Hong, who always thought in a haphazard way, answered Ning Rongrong perfunctorily while polishing engine parts with his soul-guided carving knife, without changing his expression.

"Toes??" Ning Rongrong was stunned at first, seemingly not quite understanding, but then she felt a bit indignant. Chen Hong was clearly saying she was stupid. He had said she was smart before, but now he was showing his true colors.

Then, a startling statement slipped out:

"Why don't you just say you came up with your own ideas?!"

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(End of this chapter)