Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Zhang Mo sat by the fire roasting potatoes. He had a light beard on his face, and his hair was grayish from sleeping outdoors.

Three days have passed since Zhang Mo arrived at Jialing Pass.

For the past three days, he has been exploring this vast plain with his mental power, but so far, he has gained nothing.

Initially, he envisioned obtaining fragments of divine power to rival the God-King, but he never considered how to acquire these ethereal things.

The system is powerful. Zhang Mo examines this thing that doesn't belong to this era, this world, or even this world.

Therefore, fragments of divine positions, and fragments of the divine positions of two gods, should exist in this world.

So, the system then assigned him this task, and the reward for the previous task was the method of using mental power.

He calls it spiritual insight. It allows him to see strange things that don't exist in this dimension.

Furthermore, his mental strength has also grown. Logically speaking, the method to find the fragments of a godhood should be through mental strength.

But why... can't I see any results yet?

"Why."

Zhang Mo roasted potatoes in a melancholy mood, and he suddenly felt a little envious of Huo Yuhao.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao is far away in the far north. Although his conditions are much more difficult than Zhang Mo's, he has the advantage of having the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, with whom he can chat and amuse himself.

Zhang Mo was extremely frustrated and could only vent his frustration by shouting loudly on this plain.

The next day.

Zhang Mo once again wandered around the vicinity of Jialing Pass, using his mental power to explore this desolate but vast plain once more.

Even though Zhang Mo's soul power had reached the Spirit Sea Realm, he still needed to rest for a while after probing for half an hour to recover his mental energy.

Apart from Zhang Mo's breathing and his occasional self-talk, and the incessant howling of the sandstorm, there was no other sound, not even a single soul beast.

Although he had only been at Jialing Pass for a few days, every minute and every second here was extremely agonizing for Zhang Mo, and the thought of giving up kept creeping into his mind.

"Uh..." Zhang Mo's mental energy was exhausted once again, and a dizzy feeling came over his mind. Zhang Mo used his hand to support himself on a withered tree next to him to keep from falling.

Again, nothing was gained.

"Damn it...damn it, damn it!" Zhang Mo was almost in despair. He began to roar angrily and pounded the withered tree with his fist.

Zhang Mo is now a level 37 Soul Master, and his physical abilities far surpass those of a weak ordinary person in his previous life. He smashed the withered tree to pieces.

At that moment, Zhang Mo felt a dark shadow flash past his eyes.

He quickly rubbed his eyes. Was he just too tired? Or were his eyes playing tricks on him?

Hope is sometimes like that; as soon as you see a glimmer of it, people will do everything in their power to grasp it.

Zhang Mo hurriedly mobilized the last bit of spiritual energy in his parched sea of ​​spirit.

A spiritual breakthrough!

I saw it clearly. What I saw just now wasn't an illusion. There really was a dark shadow, or to be precise, something that was like mist mixed in with the air and writhing.

At that moment, Zhang Mo felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"hiss--"

The pain made Zhang Mo immediately lie face down on the ground, cold sweat instantly pouring from his forehead as he gasped for breath.

His mental energy has been completely drained. If he forcibly tries to draw upon it again, his mental sea will be damaged. At best, it will impair his memory; at worst, it will turn him into a mentally impaired person.

After a while, Zhang Mo's headache gradually subsided. He adjusted his posture and faced the blue sky.

"Haha, haha..." He chuckled foolishly.

Whatever it was, at least it was something, which finally made Zhang Mo feel a little better.

One hour later.

When Zhang Mo emerged from his meditative state, his eyes shone with a rich light, and his mental energy had recovered to about 70-80%.

He quickly got up and mobilized his mental energy again.

A spiritual breakthrough!

Phew... thankfully, the black mist is still there.

Zhang Mo immediately took off running, following the black mist all the way.

It took Zhang Mo a full incense stick's time to run before he finally found the source of the black mist.

But... Zhang Mo didn't know how to describe that thing. He also gradually came to understand what it meant to be something from another dimension.

That thing emitted a wisp of black mist, yet it was invisible.

Is this thing... really a fragment of a divine position?

Although his crazy theories were affirmed by the system, he began to feel lost when he actually faced such a nonsensical thing.

A year ago, I was celebrating my rebirth. A year later, am I about to enter the realm of "God"?

Zhang Mo closed his eyes and reached out to grab it, but grasped only air. He tried several more times in disbelief, but each time he only managed to grab nothing.

Zhang Mo finally snapped out of his daze, and after a moment of calm reflection, slapped himself. He muttered to himself, "I've really lost my mind. If something like this were tangible, someone would have already gotten it ten thousand years ago."

Although this plain is now deserted, it's not like no one has been here for ten thousand years.

But what should he do now? Zhang Mo paced back and forth, deep in thought.

I can see them with my mental power, but I can't touch them. Do I have to use my mental power too?

But I can't control my mental power precisely, so how could I lift it?

Let's give it a try first!

Zhang Mo had never used his mental power like this before. He began to try to control his mental power so that it would no longer spread out, but be contained within a certain range, and then slowly approach the fragment.

Just as they were about to get close to the fragment, a suction force came from it.

not good!

Zhang Mo felt this was not a good sign, so he quickly withdrew his mental energy, but it was all in vain. The suction force seemed to be sucking away Zhang Mo's mental energy like a black hole.

Zhang Mo tried to fight back, but he was quickly defeated.

He felt as if his mental energy had entered a pitch-black vortex, and he couldn't sense anything.

There was no sound, no warmth, only his consciousness remained. It was like... the afterlife.

But then, Zhang Mo noticed the changes in his surroundings.

He opened his eyes again and looked around; the ground was littered with corpses.

The ground was littered with the corpses of soldiers and shattered walls, but the sky shone with a seven-colored light.

He looked up and saw the person he least wanted to see.

That person had long hair, eight wings on his back, wore magnificent armor, and had a divine halo shining behind him!

He held a blood-red greatsword, its surface engraved with dark gold patterns that resembled flowing flames, radiating a murderous aura that seemed to reach the heavens.

"Tang, Tang San?!" Zhang Mo said, trembling.

How did he get here? Did he find me? And where am I?

Zhang Mo instantly broke out in a cold sweat, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

Before he could figure it all out, towering black shadows appeared around him.

The dark figure kept twitching, moving like a human limb, and gradually transformed into a human shape with a gaping maw and a roar to the sky!

"Shura!!!"