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

Zhang Lexuan seemed to notice Lin Xiao's gaze, turned her head and looked at him, then saw how embarrassed he looked and chuckled softly.

But soon, she seemed to suddenly think of something and quickly put away her expression, "My mission is complete, I have to go back. The Star Dou Great Forest is very dangerous, it's better not to come here alone."

After saying that, she turned around without stopping and flew away into the distance under the moonlight.

Lin Xiao stood there, watching the slender figure gradually disappear.

"How come I didn't know when you made such a friend?"

A sinister voice sounded from behind, and Lin Xiao suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned around and saw Sleepy Nightmare Douluo standing not far away, looking at him with a half-smile.

The ghost lingers.

A thought flashed through his mind, but Lin Xiao still cupped his hands and said, "Teacher, that's the person who took Xu He away last time."

"Really?" Sleepy Nightmare Douluo also looked into the distance, "No wonder he has such a method."

After a moment, he suddenly withdrew his gaze and took a look at Lin Xiao. Something occurred to him, and he snorted coldly, "Forget it, since she is from Shrek, let her leave. Let's go back and prepare the soul raising ceremony for you."

"Teacher, do we need to go look for those soul beasts again?"

"Hmph, no need." Sleepy Nightmare Douluo looked at Lin Xiao, "I have to say you're quite lucky. Although those soul beasts were lost, we now have better replacements. That attack just now severely injured that 100,000-year soul beast, which is a good thing for you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and a pocket flew out from behind him. Although the soul beast inside was motionless, Lin Xiao was not unfamiliar with the pressure emanating from it.

Lin Xiao felt his body suddenly stiffen, and the relief he had just felt for escaping from the mouth of the 100,000-year-old soul beast disappeared without a trace.

He originally thought that this incident could at least delay him for some time, but he did not expect the soul-raising ceremony to come so soon. Even if he had some guesses about how to deal with it, he did not have time to try.

Looking up slightly at the Sleepy Nightmare Douluo in front of him, Lin Xiao's thoughts kept churning in his mind, thinking about the possibility of attacking a Titled Douluo now and then escaping.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea. Although Nightmare Douluo's cultivation was the lowest among the Titled Douluo, he was still an unbeatable opponent for him, a mere Soul King.

"Let's go back. Once you complete the ascension ceremony, you will become a true disciple of the Holy Church."

Sleepy Nightmare Douluo didn't know what Lin Xiao was thinking. He took a step closer and grabbed Lin Xiao's arm without saying a word.

Lin Xiao controlled his breathing and gradually calmed down, "Yes, teacher."

The scenery beneath his feet kept changing, from pitch black to dotted with light. Lin Xiao knew that he had arrived in the Sun-Moon Empire, where lighting soul guides had gradually appeared in the lives of ordinary people.

The closer he got to Mingdu, the colder Lin Xiao's heart became. The holy spirits he had seen before appeared before his eyes again, and those broken souls were so clear in his perception.

He had long understood that without power in this world, one would be at the mercy of others.

There was a constant sound of wind in my ears, and the distance was already bright, that was Mingdu.

However, Sleepy Nightmare Douluo had no intention of stopping. He changed direction slightly, bypassed the sky above Mingdu, and headed towards the Evil Demon Forest in the west.

Lin Xiao was not unfamiliar with this place. The headquarters of the Holy Spirit Church was right in the Demonic Forest.

Along the way, no soul beasts blocked the way of Sleepy Nightmare Douluo and Lin Xiao, until the building built under the ground appeared in front of Lin Xiao again.

"Elder."

The Holy Spirit Sect disciple at the door naturally recognized Sleepy Nightmare Douluo.

"Yes." Sleepy Nightmare Douluo nodded and walked inside. Lin Xiao, already wearing a mask, also followed behind Sleepy Nightmare Douluo.

There was a faint dark purple light on both sides of the dim passage. There was a faint smell of blood coming from the tip of the nose, and the air around seemed to be much colder than outside.

"Ta-ta-"

The footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Lin Xiao felt his heartbeat changing along with them.

"Old Eight, you're not in Mingdu, what are you doing here?"

The surroundings suddenly widened, and a deep voice echoed from the front. The entire Holy Spirit Church headquarters seemed to come alive with this voice. The footsteps of other Holy Spirit Church disciples and some whispered conversations reached Lin Xiao's ears at this moment.

"Master, I will lead Lin Xiao in the soul raising ceremony."

"So fast?"

Zhongli Wu, who was sitting in the main seat, lowered his head slightly and glanced at Lin Xiao. "His cultivation level hasn't reached that level yet, has it?"

Sleepy Nightmare Douluo also turned around and glanced at Lin Xiao. "He has always had good talent. I think he will gain something."

"Yeah." Zhongli Wu didn't say anything more after hearing this. His eyes fell on Lin Xiao again. However, when he saw the pocket behind Lin Xiao, his eyes suddenly changed, "A hundred thousand year old soul beast?"

It's no wonder that he was so surprised. He knew the strength of Sleepy Nightmare Douluo and he was obviously no match for the 100,000-year-old soul beast.

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 of Sleepy Nightmare Douluo beside him also changed slightly, and seemed to have become a little more fanatical.

He didn't say anything, but just took a step 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.