Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Initially, when the Mirror of Nothingness absorbed the fragments of divine positions, Zhang Mo would see some fragments of past memories.

For example, the first fragment of the Rakshasa Goddess was not the memory of the previous Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong, but rather the memory of the divine position itself. Yes, the divine position does not have its own independent memory, but as an existence that transcends the laws of nature, it possesses something akin to records, or memories.

That was the Rakshasa god's hatred for the Asura, and he ultimately died tragically under the Asura's sword.

But by the third and fourth films, chaos began to erupt one after another.

Zhang Mo's martial soul, the Mirror of Illusion, began to undergo a serious mutation, and he could no longer retract his martial soul into his body. His initial deduction was based on the theory of weapon martial souls, which he believed that no matter what changes occurred to a weapon martial soul, unless it shattered and disappeared, it would not affect the soul master himself.

But he underestimated the power of God.

Perhaps because of the ancient battlefield of Jialing Pass, Zhang Mo always felt very excited at night. His eyes and his mental power could uncontrollably perceive very far places, and he could even sense the wronged souls of people who had died on this plain.

They roared and charged toward Zhang Mo with hatred, while whispers from the underworld echoed in his ears.

This caused Zhang Mo great distress, so he didn't sleep well at night these days and was in a daze all day.

But is that all?

No.

At dawn and dusk, Zhang Mo would hear hymns.

Yes, a hymn. A hymn praising heaven, angels, and all the beauty and love in the world.

At these moments, even the dead souls seemed to change their expressions, praising Zhang Mo as he passed by.

This incident further infuriated Zhang Mo.

Because Zhang Mo in his previous life was not a Catholic, and even somewhat disliked Catholics, he was now furious that these souls who could not be reincarnated regarded him as some kind of savior.

The soul skills also underwent a mutation.

If Zhang Mo wanted to, his first soul skill could emit a dazzling light even in the dead of night, accompanied by... hymns and little angels.

The mutation of his third soul skill, Mirror Reflection, is what frightens him the most.

Initially, the mutation of the Mirror Reflection was developing in a positive direction, improving the weaknesses of Zhang Mo's original soul skill. However, Zhang Mo later discovered that his reflection was smiling at him, even mocking him. In a fit of anger, Zhang Mo smashed the mirror of the Mirror Reflection with his own hands, but the sounds lingered for a long time.

Zhang Mo no longer dares to use his third soul skill, because the Mirror of Nothingness now possesses nine fragments of the Rakshasa God's position. He fears that if he summons the mirror's reflection, the image of himself in the mirror will not disappear, but will truly exist in this world.

The sixth situation involved Zhang Mo's martial soul shattering. When he learned of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. This was what Huo Yuhao would say to the academy for being late for the start of school not long in the future, but now it was actually happening to him.

At that moment, two powerful and diametrically opposed energies collided, causing a crack to appear on the smooth surface of the mirror. Zhang Mo immediately felt that this crack was not only formed on the surface of the Mirror of Nothingness, but that his own soul was also cracked!

An immense pain surged through him like a tsunami, and Zhang Mo immediately lost consciousness.

When Zhang Mo regained consciousness, he didn't know if it was because he hadn't rested well or because of the crack in the Mirror of Nothingness, but he felt as if he had been split in two. The emotional fluctuations he had experienced earlier became increasingly severe with the changing of day and night. He increasingly felt that he was no longer himself, but that there was a bright self and a dark self.

This dazed and confused state left him at a loss. He wandered around like a zombie, collecting the fragments of divine positions he would encounter next.

As more and more fragments of divine power appeared, so did the cracks on the mirror. Zhang Mo felt as if he were being divided into more and more parts. He felt that the liveliness of his spiritual sea was no less than that of Huo Yuhao.

The fusion of divine fragments wasn't all bad. As Zhang Mo fused more and more, his soul power increased. He had already leveled up, and his soul power was still rising, waiting to erupt when he broke through to the Soul Master realm. His spiritual power was still some distance from the next major realm, but it was already exceptionally strong for someone in the Spirit Sea Realm.

Zhang Mo is now following the latest clues to find the next fragment of a divine position. He is also confused and doesn't know what to do. The system is unusually not providing any progress updates, so he has no choice but to search piece by piece.

Soon, following the trail, he came across a house on a small hillside.

He approached the door and knocked, but no one answered for a long time.

Zhang Mo kicked the door open, and a cloud of accumulated dust rushed out. It looked like the house had been uninhabited for a long time.

Zhang Mo had had enough of living a life of hardship and sleeping in the open, so he decided to clean up this old house and use it as a base to rest here tonight.

There happened to be a well outside, so Zhang Mo drew several buckets of water and cleaned the house thoroughly, inside and out.

Whether it was psychological or not, Zhang Mo felt a long-lost sense of peace while tidying up the house, and his mind seemed less restless.

In the evening, he roasted the dry rations he had brought from his soul tool and ate heartily before lying down on the soft mattress. He felt that he hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

He drifted off to sleep after a long absence.

Then, the good times didn't last long. In the middle of the night, Zhang Mo felt someone shaking his body.

He slowly opened his eyes and found a long sword against his neck. Zhang Mo immediately became alert.

"Who are you, and why are you in my old house?"

The dim moonlight illuminated the room, obscuring the person's face, but the voice indicated that the person was a woman.

"Your old house? Heh, I could say it's my house. Why don't you put down your sword, ma'am, and we can have a proper talk?" In this desolate wilderness, Zhang Mo couldn't possibly believe the words of a complete stranger.

But to her surprise, the woman's sword moved even closer to Zhang Mo's neck, and she said, "Stop playing tricks and put away your martial spirit! This is my Ye family's old residence. It's deserted and I naturally won't stay here permanently."

Zhang Mo didn't hear a word the woman said. All he could think about was how to escape. After all, with a sword to his neck, he didn't seem to have much room to explain.

"Okay, ma'am. I am actually a Soul Master, I have a status. This is all a misunderstanding. There's something wrong with my Martial Soul, so I can't put it away and my Soul Rings."

The woman paused for a moment, then took out a bracelet and said, "This bracelet, a soul tool, can seal a soul master's soul power. Wear it."

Zhang Mo was speechless for a moment, and he didn't know what would happen if he used this method to retract his martial soul into his body while his soul power was sealed.

Therefore, he decided to have a fair discussion between the two sides, since a sword to one's throat is not an option.

"Snap." Zhang Mo snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the Mirror of Nothingness began to emit a dazzling light.

First Soul Skill: Refraction Flash!