My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 33 The White Star Gate

"Watch out! It's about to retaliate!"

Tang San, who had been on high alert, immediately exclaimed in surprise, and was about to throw out several bone-piercing nails.

Yu Xiaogang shouted anxiously, "You wicked beast! Luo Sanpao! Protect me!"

"Don't move!"

Su Yun suddenly raised his hand and shouted, stopping everyone from moving.

He didn't hide.

Because at the very moment Bai Ze crashed into him, he didn't sense any killing intent whatsoever; instead, he felt an extremely urgent and immense mental fluctuation.

boom!

Bai Ze's forehead pressed against Su Yun's brow.

There was no sound, but it was as if a thunderclap exploded in Su Yun's mind.

A massive, obscure flow of information, imbued with the vicissitudes of time, surged wildly into the depths of Su Yun's consciousness along the skin where the two were in contact.

That's neither language nor writing.

Instead, they are operation diagrams that have undergone millions of iterations of optimization and have eliminated all redundant steps.

Su Yun's pupils contracted sharply.

Looking at Bai Ze, who was panting heavily, bleeding from his nose, yet whose eyes revealed a proud expression, he felt a surge of turmoil in his heart.

Su Yun pushed up his sunglasses, and the playful smile on his lips gradually widened.

"Good heavens—"

Su Yun sighed inwardly, his gaze towards Bai Ze completely changing: "Little thing, you really are defying fate to get a government job for yourself."

Since the other party has gone to such lengths for this ceremony, it would be impolite for me to be pretentious as well.

"Su Yun! What are you doing?!"

Seeing that Su Yun not only did not draw his gun and fire, but also put away his weapon and even bit his finger, Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He rushed forward, spitting as he spoke, his face filled with anxious disappointment: "What are you doing? Trying to prove kinship? Su Yun! Wake up! Soul beasts are cunning; they're trying to bewitch you!"

"For a Soul Master to advance, they must personally hunt Soul Beasts and absorb the Soul Rings they produce upon death! There has never been a precedent for peaceful coexistence! Doing so will not only fail to yield Soul Rings, but will also result in a backlash from Soul Power, turning you into a cripple!"

Tang San also looked grave, ready to kill Bai Ze if he suddenly attacked: "Brother Su, Master is right. Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. It's better to kill him."

Su Yun didn't even turn her head in the face of their noise.

He held his bleeding fingertips in the air, his gaze fixed on Bai Ze through his sunglasses.

"Master, your version needs an update!"

Su Yun reached out, her fingertip stained with a drop of bright red blood, and gently touched Bai Ze's smooth forehead.

"Contract".

This single word, seemingly spanning millennia and carrying some supreme power of rules, gently fell upon this primeval forest.

Buzz!

A gentle, warm, and supremely sacred golden light burst forth from the point of contact between the man and the beast.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Bai Ze's pristine white body began to transform into photons.

It transformed into countless crystal-clear golden particles.

These particles, like living spirits, danced joyfully around Su Yun before finally converging into a dazzling galaxy and resolutely rushing into the star gate in front of Su Yun.

"This...this soul beast...has become an immortal?!"

Red Hair's eyes nearly popped out of his head, his mouth agape enough to fit a light bulb: "He... sacrificed himself?"

boom-

Click click click!

As Bai Ze's spirit was injected, the star gate behind Su Yun began to tremble violently.

The original dark blue light began to fade rapidly after absorbing Bai Ze's power.

Instead, it was replaced by a brilliant light that was as white as jade and sacred and inviolable.

At the very center of the top beam of the door frame, a Bai Ze relief slowly emerged.

The relief sculpture has slightly closed eyes and emits a faint glow, like a guardian beast of the Gate of Truth, exuding an aura of majesty that suppresses all heavens.

Then, an even bigger change occurred.

Zzz!

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of space tearing apart, the door frame, which was originally less than a person tall and slightly narrow, suddenly expanded as if it were being inflated!

Horizontal stretching!

Vertical elevation!

Just three seconds.

A giant, pure white star gate, two meters long and wide, stood majestically before everyone!

It was at this very moment.

The persistent, noisy electrical sound that had been ringing in Su Yun's ears vanished instantly.

Lei Zhan's rough yet familiar voice carried a hint of anxiety and relief.

"001! 001! Your signal was down for a full fifteen minutes! This is Lei Zhan! How are things on your end?"

Hearing this long-absent roar, Su Yun pushed up his sunglasses, a relieved smile appearing on his lips.

Everything is back.

Not only have they returned, but their bandwidth has also been expanded.

Well done, little white lamb!

"Calm down, Captain Lei."

Looking at the magnificent white gate before him, Su Yun calmly replied, "It's nothing serious, just an expansion of our transmission link."

The light gradually faded.

Everything returned to calm.

The lively Bai Ze has disappeared, replaced by a quiet relief on the star gate.

Su Yun could sense that when using his martial soul, as long as he had a thought, this little thing would jump out of the relief to help him.

Beneath Su Yun's feet, a spirit ring slowly rose.

That's not the yellow that symbolizes a century.

It's not purple, which symbolizes a thousand years.

It was a white spirit ring.

However, it is not as pale as a normal ten-year soul ring. Instead, it has a translucent, crystal-like texture, and you can vaguely see tiny stars flowing inside.

The entire room fell silent.

Hongmao and the others didn't know anything about this; they just thought the door had gotten bigger and whiter, and looked quite impressive.

"Wow! Why did my godfather's martial spirit change color? That big white gate paired with a big white ring, it looks sophisticated! Is this the aesthetic of the strong?"

But the moment Yu Xiaogang saw that white spirit ring, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"White—white—"

The notebook in my hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Yu Xiaogang's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the white soul ring at Su Yun's feet.

His lips trembled as he uttered, "Ten years—it's actually—a ten-year soul ring—"

"It's me—it's all because of me—"

Yu Xiaogang violently grabbed at his hair, his nails digging deep into his scalp: "I told you this was a top-grade mutated soul beast—I encouraged you to take action—"

"I thought it was at least a hundred years old—I thought mutations could make up for the lack of age—"

"I personally pushed a peerless genius into a pit of fire—"

This enormous logical conflict and heavy sense of responsibility directly shattered the master's already sensitive and fragile psychological defenses.

His eyes were lifeless, drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he slumped limply in the mud, muttering incoherently: "White—no—there are no useless souls—only—Aba—Aba Aba—"

Seeing the master fall into dementia due to the severe blow, Tang San felt no pity, only overwhelming anger.

"waste!"