Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 8 Dominating the Continent or Creating Gods from Humans? The Ultimate Goal of the Evil Soul Master!

Judging from recent developments, these backwaters have been extending olive branches, both openly and covertly, to outsiders, especially to young prodigies who have achieved fame at a young age on the mainland.

Is the intention to recruit, coerce, and entice all the young prodigies on the continent and control them?

[That shouldn't be the case. If evil spirit masters were really that stupid, I should be happy, but our old adversary couldn't possibly be that incompetent.]

[The evil spirit master organizations have indeed grown too rapidly in recent years, and they are even showing signs of threatening the entire continent.]

A prodigy who can control the entire continent?

That's really daring of you!

As the words slowly appeared, even Bibi Dong couldn't help but sneer.

The geniuses on the mainland are not so easy to recruit. They may have exceptional talent and be able to leave ordinary opponents behind, but without a huge influx of resources to transform their talent into strength, they will eventually become just another ordinary person!

As for those young geniuses with exceptional combat power, they are all the next generation of leaders carefully cultivated by various sects, or the pillars of the sects, with vast wealth. Why would they covet the meager sums of evil soul masters?

That's utterly delusional!

"In my opinion, this evil spirit master organization from 100,000 years ago was nothing special."

Chrysanthemum Douluo sneered, "You'd actually do something so thankless and troublesome? Even the evil spirit master leaders from 100,000 years ago were nothing special; they'd probably be wiped out by our Spirit Hall by now!"

No one spoke, clearly acknowledging this fact.

I don't think so.

Standing to the side, Hu Liena spoke softly, immediately drawing everyone's attention: "We've already learned about this senior's terrifying power from the notes. Could the evil soul master organization that he fears so much really be so short-sighted?"

"Besides," Hu Liena paused, glancing at the notes in Bibi Dong's hand, before continuing, "I'm actually more curious about what the senior said."

"If what this senior said is true, just how chaotic was the continent 100,000 years ago that the evil spirit masters who are now hiding in fear actually had the power to overthrow the entire continent back then?"

The power to overturn the entire continent?

Behind each of these evil soul masters, there must be at least one, no, at least three Limit Douluo, to be qualified to say such a thing!

As she listened to her disciple's description, the disdain in Bibi Dong's eyes gradually disappeared.

With such terrifying talent, if the owner of the animal skin notebook were born in this era, it would be hard to find anyone who could rival him.

His Holiness the Pope subconsciously looked into the distance, his jewel-like purple eyes gleaming with a mysterious light.

At the same time.

Inside the elegant and solemn hall, the enormous and sacred six-winged angel statue stood serene and benevolent, drawing down dazzling light from the sky, as if coating it with a mesmerizing cloak of light.

Beneath the statue.

The old man, dressed in a gray robe and looking quite ordinary, slowly opened his eyes. His deep pupils stared straight ahead, as if piercing through layers of obstacles to land on that incomparably noble figure.

Only when the feeling of being spied on slowly dissipated did Qian Daoliu turn around again, looking at the peaceful and serene angel statue with his brows deeply furrowed.

"Someone come here."

"Great Master."

The temple guardian, who had been standing in the shadows, strode forward, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep, metallic voice, "Please give your orders."

"Go and find out what Bibi Dong has been up to lately. Has she been assigning Xue'er tasks without her consent again?"

"Yes."

The temple guardian slowly stood up and walked back into the shadows. His seemingly strong and tall body disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

More than ten minutes later, he knelt down in front of the old man again and began to report the situation in detail.

"Is it just a remnant of an ancient notebook?"

Qian Daoliu's brows relaxed, but upon closer reflection, he felt something was amiss.

"A notebook that requires soul power to open wouldn't be of much interest to her, especially since there are quite a few people in the Papal Palace right now."

By simply releasing his soul power, he could sense the sinister aura hidden deep within the Spirit Hall.

Not only that, there were also Chrysanthemum, Ghost, those few brats from the Golden Generation, and the soul power fluctuations of a group of Soul Douluos.

"Almost all the major figures in the Pope's faction in this Spirit City have come."

Qian Daoliu's eyes showed even greater doubt. Bibi Dong was about to make a big move, but he hadn't received any prior notice.

"Never mind, never mind."

After a moment of contemplation, Qian Daoliu waved for the temple guards to leave, closed his eyes again, and showed some weariness on his aged face.

"I once swore that I would never step out of the Hall of Offerings. The Spirit Hall also needs a leader with strong methods. As long as she doesn't harm Xue'er, let her be."

"This is something my entire family owes her."

I killed the leader, the Soul Douluo, and easily defeated the rest of the evil Soul Masters with minimal effort.

[Heh, these beasts are known for using all sorts of unscrupulous methods, even resorting to extreme measures like skinning and dismembering. If we use those on them today, we'll surely get them to talk!]

So cruel!

The ruthlessness between the lines seems to rush towards you through the paper; just looking at it makes you shudder.

"Hmph, it should have been done a long time ago! All evil spirit masters deserve to die!"

Fire Bull Soul Douluo spoke with a cold laugh, his honest face revealing a murderous aura.

The atrocities committed by the evil spirit master are intolerable to heaven and earth; even chopping him up and feeding him to the dogs wouldn't be enough to vent our anger!

The remaining evil spirit masters are dying one after another. These guys are really stubborn; they won't say a word.

Fortunately, the last guy finally broke down from the shock and revealed some of the truth, but unfortunately, his body couldn't hold on any longer, and he died on the spot.

Good grief, is this an interrogation or a pretext for murder? Your professional skills are terrible!

Sensing the regret expressed in the words, the cardinals were all speechless.

Fortunately, this guy's identity wasn't simple, and he did reveal some secrets of the evil soul master organization, so I haven't been too busy lately.

But I truly didn't expect that the evil spirit master organization would dare to do something like this. If it weren't for our different stances and methods, I would really have to praise them as geniuses.

"So what exactly did that evil spirit master from 100,000 years ago do to earn such praise from this senior?"

Yan scratched his head, his face full of confusion.

These inhuman lunatics possess terrifyingly strong talents in certain areas.

Immediately afterwards, another line of text appeared, which silenced the entire Papal Palace, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

They actually dared to encroach upon the realm of the gods, and even created one.

[The true God.]

"Old ghost, am I seeing things?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's face was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"How could these guys possibly create a god!"

(End of this chapter)