Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Ye Guyi's cooking skills were decent, and perhaps Zhang Mo hadn't had a decent meal in a long time, so he ate with great satisfaction.

Looking at the constantly floating martial spirit and spirit rings behind Zhang Mo, Ye Guyi couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you can't take back your martial spirit and spirit rings? Are you really not doing some kind of special training?"

"Uh..." Zhang Mo looked behind him. There had been no one on this vast plain all this time, and he had never felt anything about having his spirit rings lit up. But now that there were people around him, he felt a little embarrassed.

Seeing that Zhang Mo seemed uninterested in discussing this issue further, Ye Guyi wisely refrained from asking any more questions.

Zhang Mo, on the contrary, asked Ye Guyi many questions.

It turns out this is her family's old house, where her grandmother used to live. She came back to sweep the old lady's grave, but when she opened the door, she found signs that someone had been there. When she went up to the second floor, she discovered what had happened the night before.

After the meal, Zhang Mo and Ye Guyi visited the old man's grave, and then Ye Guyi and Zhang Mo set off together.

Ye Guyi is a clever person, but clever people are often outsmarted by their own cleverness.

She followed Zhang Mo around, convinced he was on some mysterious mission, so she never asked. This saved Zhang Mo trouble; otherwise, explaining something only he could see and whose true form wasn't in this dimension would have been quite difficult.

"Finally, we found it." Zhang Mo was so tormented by this fragment that he knelt down on the ground in excitement. This fragment was the furthest away, and it took Zhang Mo and Ye Guyi a full day and night to find it.

Ye Guyi picked up the kettle and gulped down the water. Watching Zhang Mo's mixture of joy and surprise at something unseen made her want to retract her assessment of him from yesterday. She now believed Zhang Mo was definitely a fanatical scholar.

Zhang Mo was extremely excited. He was unaware of the strange look Ye Guyi was giving him from behind. He used the Mirror of Nothingness to gently touch the fragment of the Angel God's throne.

Another suction force erupted, and Zhang Mo lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground.

Ye Guyi had no idea this would happen; she rushed over to support Zhang Mo in surprise. She shook him and cried out, "Zhang Mo! Zhang Mo, wake up!"

But Zhang Mo can no longer hear it.

This time was different from the past. Zhang Mo no longer saw the past memories of these gods. He was now in the sea of ​​spirit.

To the left of the Sea of ​​Spirit are nine jet-black fragments emanating black mist, while to the right are nine fragments radiating light.

Why are the fragments of a godhood in my sea of ​​consciousness?

Just as Zhang Mo was puzzled, that familiar electronic female voice rang out again.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the system task collection ■■■. Reward...]

Zhang Mo couldn't hear what the system had rewarded him with, only a series of noisy electronic gibberish sounds. He quickly covered his ears, but he soon realized that he was in the Sea of ​​Spirit, and he was a spiritual being, so covering his ears was useless.

[Hiss... Snap...]

The garbled electronic message lasted for quite a while before finally stopping.

[Integration...]

"What?"

The cold, mechanical female voice had now become gentle and beautiful. She slowly uttered two words, and for a moment Zhang Mo felt as if he had misheard.

[Merge...with your mental power...]

Merge with my spiritual power?

Following "her" instructions, Zhang Mo mobilized the spiritual power within his sea of ​​consciousness to contact the fragments.

Success? What couldn't be done outside was actually achieved in the sea of ​​the mind.

He pieced together a fragment of a Rakshasa and a fragment of an angel.

This is also Zhang Mo's theory. If the divine positions of Rakshasa or angels are simply merged together, it will only revive the divine positions of angels and Rakshasa, which will inevitably attract the attention of the God King.

Moreover, even if these two deities are revived, they may not necessarily choose him.

Therefore, Zhang Mo now wants to create a godhood that belongs only to him!

He carefully brought the two fragments together, and unsurprisingly, they bounced away from each other like two repelling magnets.

However, during this process, the black mist emitted by the Rakshasa fragments decreased, and the light from the angel fragments weakened.

Zhang Mo then continued fusing the fragments.

The second attempt failed.

The third attempt failed.

The fourth attempt failed.

……

For countless times, the two fragments were completely different from the eight fragments around them. This time, upon contact, the two fragments no longer repelled each other, but their auras intertwined, then tightly adhered, and finally merged together.

It's done! Angels represent ultimate light, and demons represent ultimate evil. These two opposing extremes inherently possess the potential to merge, just like the yin and yang of Tai Chi!

Zhang Mo subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his arm stopped in mid-air. This was the Sea of ​​Spirit; there was no sweat to be found here.

He then began fusing the second fragment of the new godhood...

Then the third one...

The fourth one...

……

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Mo found himself facing nine fragments of the new divine positions.

[Reintegration...]

That soft, beautiful voice, completely different from before, spoke again.

Zhang Mo listened to "her" and fused the nine fragments of the new divine positions into one.

A massive amount of energy burst forth, but soon, Zhang Mo's Mirror of Innocence appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, greedily absorbing the excess energy.

The cracks in the mirror began to close and be repaired. The decorations on both sides of the mirror also kept changing.

One wisp of energy even left Zhang Mo's sea of ​​consciousness and flew outwards.

Ye Guyi was unaware of what had suddenly happened to Zhang Mo, who had collapsed and stopped breathing. In a panic, she immediately used all available first aid methods on him.

They repeatedly tapped and pressed on his heart, but it had no effect.

As if she had made a major decision, a blush rose to her face, and she lowered her head to begin artificial respiration into Zhang Mo's mouth.

But it still didn't have much effect.

"Zhang Mo, wake up, wake up!"

At this moment, Ye Guyi was still a child. Faced with this situation on the desolate plain, she was at a loss and tried every possible solution.

"Wake up, you bastard! How am I supposed to explain this to your academy? I even lost my first kiss..." Two lines of tears streamed down her beautiful face, whether from shock or something else, it was hard to tell.

At this moment, a surge of energy erupted from Zhang Mo's body, causing him to float in the air. His martial spirit did not manifest, but three spirit rings shone brightly behind him.

This energy quickly and slowly condensed into a ring shape.

Zhang Mo... broke through? Where did his spirit ring come from?

And so, Zhang Mo became a four-ring Soul Master without even realizing it.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

His aura intensified further, bursting forth.

Ye Guyi felt the powerful aura, and Zhang Mo was breathing again. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. But then her expression suddenly tightened, and she frowned as she carefully sensed it again.

"This...this is...the aura of an angel?"