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

Chapter 42 Failure
The wailing-like sound continued to ring out, and the howling of the Ghost-Faced Owl appeared in Lin Xiao's ears again, like pieces of blades attacking him, and like the Ghost-Faced Owl's claws tearing his soul.

The Higanbana martial spirit had appeared beside him unknowingly, and even it was covered with cracks, as if it could not withstand the powerful force.

Time passed in pain, and Lin Xiao seemed to have gotten used to this feeling and gradually came to his senses.

The meridians in his body seemed to be broken bit by bit, and the violent power inside filled his whole body, making his body a little swollen.

No, something was wrong. If the Ascension Ceremony was simply to allow the Holy Spirit Cult to take the disciples' souls and control them, his body shouldn't have endured such severe pain. This feeling was vaguely familiar to him. There must be something he hadn't expected.

"Humph--"

The piercing pain made Lin Xiao groan, and his thoughts were also interrupted.

A sticky feeling spread throughout his body, and the temperature around him continued to rise, as if the entire blood pool was boiling. Lin Xiao's chest heaved continuously, and he forced himself to search through his memories of the Holy Spirit Church and the Ascension Ceremony.

Even in his memories of his previous life, there was not much mention of the soul-raising ceremony. He only knew that after the soul-raising ceremony, all disciples would be controlled by the Holy Spirit Church.

And during the years he lived in the Holy Spirit Church, other people were extremely secretive about the spirit-raising ceremony and did not dare to mention it at all.

So what's the difference between those disciples who have gone through the soul-raising ritual and everyone else? Besides their incomplete souls, there's also...

"Humph--"

Another muffled groan came, and unlike the previous feeling, this pain did not come from the body, but fell directly on his soul. The sea of ​​​​spiritual sea continued to surge, and his soul seemed to be torn apart by something.

My limbs gradually went numb, my vision grew darker, and my consciousness felt like it was about to leave my body at any moment. Compared to the pain in my soul, the pain in my body was nothing.

At this moment, a warm feeling suddenly came from above my head.

Lin Xiao no longer had the strength to look up to see what that thing was, but he could feel that the closer he got to that thing, the pain in his body would gradually decrease, and for a moment he couldn't help but get closer.

"Come, offer your soul to the Holy Emperor, and give everything to the Holy Church. The world is a sea of ​​suffering, and only where the Holy Light shines can there be a moment of warmth."

The voice of Sleepy Douluo came from nowhere, waking Lin Xiao suddenly up.

He didn't know when, but he was holding a gray candle in his arms. As the flame danced, the pain in his body was gradually fading away.

He lowered his head slightly and saw that there was another "Lin Xiao" lying in a pool of blood under him, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

He didn't know what happened in this confusion, but he knew that the body under his feet should be his destination.

However, just as Lin Xiao stretched out his hand, a sharp pain made him subconsciously retract his hand.

Leaving the protection of the candlelight, the same soul-tearing pain that had once again struck me. It was as if, as Nightmare Douluo had said, only where this light shone could I escape the pain.

Looking around, there was only darkness outside the candlelight. The only things that were clearest were his body lying in the pool of blood and the statue of the Holy Emperor that was getting closer and closer to him.

The brief moment of peace allowed Lin Xiao to roughly understand what this brainwashing ritual called "Spirit Ascension" was all about. No wonder all the disciples who underwent the Spirit Ascension ritual seemed to have lost themselves and had a fanatical faith in the Holy Spirit Cult; it wasn't just because a part of their souls had been taken away and controlled by the Holy Spirit Cult.

It was also because, in this pain that was beyond their endurance limit, this so-called "Holy Emperor" made them stop suffering.

When their consciousness is on the verge of collapse, they are instilled with the idea of ​​devoting themselves to the holy religion, so that they unknowingly accept this concept in the process of instinctively avoiding pain.

No wonder Holy Servant No. 6 looked so painful when he recalled the ascension ceremony.

Lin Xiao looked at the gray candle flame in his arms. The constantly jumping light made him feel warm. He looked up at his surroundings. The pain just now made him have no courage to reach out again.

Perhaps he wasn't the first to realize that the soul-raising ritual was actually a brainwashing ritual, but after experiencing the pain just now, no one wanted to try it again. Perhaps in the end, they still chose to sacrifice their souls in exchange for a moment of peace.

Lin Xiao stood up. The statue of the Holy Emperor drew closer. From its blurred face, he seemed to see a handsome man with open arms, embracing him. The pleasant praises in his ears made him want to join in.

only--

Lin Xiao took a step forward, and the hymns in his ears suddenly turned into painful groans of residual souls. The piercing pain came from all directions again. In an instant, he felt as if his soul was about to be torn apart.

Similarly, he might not be the first person to give up offering his soul, and he didn't know what would happen next. He just knew that the body in the pool of blood was where he should go.

"what?"

Beside the blood pool, Sleepy Nightmare Douluo's eyes flickered slightly. He raised his head, looked at the candlelight floating in the air, which was getting weaker and weaker, and sighed softly.

"What a shame! It's so rare to have such a well-behaved and sensible disciple like you. You've been successful in everything you do over the years, but I didn't expect you to fail at this point."

As he spoke, he took two steps forward and looked at the completely boiling pool of blood. "With your talent, you will definitely achieve greater success. It's such a pity. Now, you can only..."

As Sleepy Nightmare Douluo was speaking, a splash suddenly erupted from the blood pool, and Lin Xiao's naked body flew into the air. He closed his eyes tightly, and his body was covered with dazzling blood-red streaks, just like blood vessels, through which the liquid in the blood pool was constantly flowing.

The red spider lilies swirled around him, and the five soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black flickered.

"Still alive?" Sleepy Nightmare Douluo looked up at the candlelight in the air again, his face full of surprise and doubt.

On the other side, Lin Xiao didn't know what was happening outside. When his consciousness returned, the physical pain came again.

The swelling feeling finally made him understand where the familiar feeling came from.

When he absorbed the spirit ring for the first time, the power in the spirit ring poured into his body all at once, and he also felt a power that did not belong to him filling his meridians.

And now, this feeling is only more intense and more violent.

(End of this chapter)