Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 215 Joint Trial (Part 2)

"I don't know what the abyss is."

Gula's voice was exceptionally clear in the silent attic. His hands hung naturally at his sides, without even a tremor in his fingertips.

“But presumably, if I really am related to the Abyss…” He slightly raised his chin, revealing the smooth lines of his neck, “the Tree Elder will not grant me twenty percent of his energy for cultivation.”

These words were like a red-hot iron thrown into water. Several elderly Grand Secretaries gasped in unison, and Elder Lin, sitting third from the right, even subconsciously touched his storage ring—even as a Grand Secretary, he could only use a few drops of Golden Tree Essence.

Gula used up a full 20% of the Golden Tree's essence energy! When the elders heard this, they wished they could devour Gula alive and make him return the energy.

Now that Gula is bringing this up, it's like a thief breaking into the victim's house to dance and show off!

The villain succeeds!

The elders looked displeased. If it weren't for Yun Ming's high prestige, someone would have attacked Gula at this moment.

As for whether Gula is Leng Yaozhu's disciple, it doesn't matter at all in Shrek's eyes.

Yun Ming dared to snatch Ya Li from the Temple of the God of War, and his example set a bad example for the others in the Sea God Pavilion. Each of them had a romantic history that could be turned into a scandalous tale.

Cai Yue'er's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. She noticed that Yun Ming had been unusually silent since the meeting began.

As the nominal dean of Gula, she had to break the deadlock: "So what exactly is going on with your martial soul?"

Gula slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward. A wisp of dark light seeped from beneath his skin, condensing into a black bud in the air. As the petals unfolded one by one, a rich life force spread out, completely different from the sinister aura unique to evil spirit masters.

“My soul originates from the Golden Tree.” Gula gazed at the flower in his palm, “and complements my martial soul’s ability to control all plants.”

The petals suddenly shattered, turning into countless points of light that disappeared back into his palm. "The evolved fourth soul skill is a rare spacetime skill."

“Space-time type?” Old Xu, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly sat up straight. He was an expert in space soul tools and knew best the value of this type of soul skill.

Gula nodded: "It can distort spacetime to create avatars, but its essence is still life."

He paused deliberately, "As for the parasitic seeds and multiple incarnations you mentioned, they are merely mimicry of life energy and spiritual power, and cannot be considered the methods of evil soul masters."

Yun Ming finally raised his lowered eyelids. As a demigod, he understood better than anyone what Gula's words meant. If true, even with only a fourth-ring cultivation level, Gula's power had already touched the divine realm.

"As for the Abyss Avatar..." Gula suddenly turned to Yunming, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, "Why don't you ask him yourselves?"

The exchange of glances was so quick it was almost imperceptible, but Yun Ming understood the warning within. His fingers, hidden in his sleeve, curled slightly—for so many years, no one had dared to threaten the Sea God Pavilion Master like this.

Yun Ming sighed, and all the noise inside the Sea God Pavilion stopped, waiting for him, the pavilion master, to speak.

"Does your incarnation possess its own sentience?"

Yun Ming's voice remained steady, but those familiar with him could detect subtle fluctuations within it.

This matter is very serious, and it actually shows that Gura is not clean. After all, many elders have experienced the evil of the Abyss's power, and it may well influence people's hearts.

Gula looked thoughtful: "How so?"

He deliberately dragged out his words, watching the elders unconsciously lean forward, "You can think of him as me from another timeline."

"Absurd!" Old Xu slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup on it to jump. "Parallel worlds are just a theoretical hypothesis! The wild talk of a bunch of ordinary people." Given the advanced soul-guiding technology of the current era, the parallel world hypothesis naturally exists. Yun Ming couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Can your soul skill really do that?"

He even lost his composure somewhat. If all of this was true, he couldn't imagine how powerful Gula was or how ambitious his schemes were.

The elders exchanged glances, noticing Yun Ming's loss of composure. They too had been young once, and had heard the wild talk of ordinary people, but the more they cultivated, the more they felt that parallel worlds were just a hypothesis.

"nonsense!"

Another elder could no longer contain himself. Suddenly, his withered finger pointed out, and a visible mental ripple shot straight towards Gula's brow. This was the "Soul-Shaking Finger," a technique specifically designed to break through mental defenses and used for interrogating prisoners.

Gula didn't even flinch. He suppressed the urge to retaliate, deeply memorizing the figure that had attacked him.

The mental shock suddenly twisted three inches from his forehead, as if swallowed by an invisible vortex, disappearing without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without even a ripple.

"Mental immunity?" Cai Yue'er exclaimed in surprise. She clearly saw that Gula had withstood a mental impact equivalent to that of a Soul Douluo without releasing any soul skills.

"No, it's just that my martial spirit has extremely high resistance to mental attacks," Gula said calmly. "But isn't it a bit too much for a dignified elder of the Sea God Pavilion to attack a child like me?"

"If I were truly connected to the abyss, I wouldn't be standing here so calmly."

Gula's smile was harmless, but Yun Ming dared not take it lightly.

He raised his hand to stop further probing. Now was not the time to complain about the Grand Secretary's unauthorized intervention.

His deep gaze met Gula's, and an invisible spark seemed to fly between them. In the end, Yunming made his decision: "Release your avatar."

"it is good."

Gula released his martial spirit, and four spirit rings appeared beneath his feet—black, black, black, black! But what was most shocking was that these spirit rings, which should have been pure black, were all surrounded by a layer of blood-red halo.

The four black and reddish soul rings caused the elders to change color, and even Cai Yue'er couldn't help but show shock. They finally knew where the Golden Tree's energy had gone!

The presence of red indicates that Gula's soul has successfully overcome the barrier of 100,000 years, and given time, it will surely advance smoothly to become a 100,000-year-old soul spirit.

Most importantly, it is about having someone who can withstand such a spirit!

"The Spirit Pagoda has a successor."

It was unclear who was secretly transmitting the message, but Yun Ming understood the meaning behind it and sighed inwardly. Even though he was worried, he had to let Na'er go out for a walk.

Gula's fourth spirit ring shone brightly, its crimson patterns writhing like living things. A rift was torn open in space, and a tall figure stepped out.

This avatar was even more imposing than Gula's original form, with dark red patterns crawling across its bare arms. He glanced around, and wherever his gaze fell, the elders all wore expressions of disgust.

"You need something from me?" The avatar's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an undeniable domineering air.

Gula stood aside, smiling silently. Influenced by the Abyss Maw Martial Soul, this avatar also possessed a reckless and unrestrained personality, and Gula deliberately did not intend to influence him.

The Sea God Pavilion fell silent instantly, so quiet that even breathing could be heard clearly. All eyes were fixed on the massive figure radiating an aura of the abyss.

(End of this chapter)