Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

"Hehe, later events proved that I was indeed overthinking it. I remember that a woman's voice suddenly rang in my head at that time."

"I thought some peerless master had appeared in the world, trying to challenge Shrek Academy. I flew into the air and scanned the entire Shrek City with my mental power, but I couldn't find her."

"At that moment, I boldly guessed that it was the voice of God. Because only God in this world could transmit a message to me without my knowledge."

Hearing this, Zhang Mo helplessly curled his lip. What was this? Old Mu praising his own wares? The strongest person in the world, so what? Only a god could transmit a message to me without me noticing?

Old Mu was trying hard to recall what happened three years ago, so he probably didn't notice Zhang Mo's expression beside him. He continued recounting:

"And I gradually sensed the immense power contained within that voice, at which point I became convinced that the owner of that voice was definitely not from the mortal realm!"

"She was trying to communicate with me telepathically, repeating those few words over and over. That's roughly what she said..."

"Go...click...find him, the...hiss...hope of Douluo Continent. His...name...pi...Zhang Mo!"

Zhang Mo: ?!

Hearing this, Zhang Mo felt a chill run down his spine. He had considered countless possibilities, but he had never imagined something so simple, pure, and violent. He specifically named me.

"So, I began to travel across this continent once again, to see how my 'old friends' were doing. But finding a name was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and there were many people with the same name. Some of these people had already passed away, or they were mortals who could not cultivate."

"This has also made things much more difficult for me. I have secretly observed many 'Zhang Mos,' and to be honest, I can't be sure which one is the Zhang Mo that the divine voice is telling me to find."

"At that time, I heard that Xuanzi, ah, the Xuan Lao you all know, his grand-disciple is participating in the Master Cup. It is said that his opponent is a dark horse that has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, whose name is also Zhang Mo."

"When I went to the Heavenly Soul Empire to find you, I saw you full of vigor and your eyes were shining with youthful light. I knew I might have made the wrong choice, but the way you looked back then was just too similar to how I looked when I first stepped into the Soul Battle Tournament."

"So I decided to take a gamble on you. I don't even know if you are the Zhang Mo that the divine voice was talking about."

"But it seems like I made the right choice."

Zhang Mo felt conflicted upon hearing this.

Because the amount of information is so overwhelming, it's like the voice of God, the voice of God.

Who exactly sent a message from the God Realm to Elder Mu to find me? What does it mean that I am the hope of Douluo Continent?

Zhang Mo is a person who is good at divergent thinking. He thinks about it in his mind and imagines countless possibilities.

Did Tang Shenwang discover that I had transmigrated?

Could it be that the divine position I obtained at Jialing Pass concealed some hidden scheme of his?

Am I still acting according to my own will? Will my fate be the same as Yuhao's?

Could it be that I...?

……

"Zhang Mo".

Old Master Mu's soft call interrupted Zhang Mo's thoughts, pulling him back to reality.

He then realized that his back was soaked and his nose was covered in sweat.

Zhang Mo took a deep breath to calm his agitated mind.

I'm still too sensitive. It's as if I was having a nightmare. If Elder Mu hadn't called me, I might have been at risk of going berserk. Deep down, I'm still too afraid of "him." I get nervous subconsciously whenever there's any news related to "him."

"Are you alright, Zhang Mo?" Old Mu noticed something was wrong with Zhang Mo and asked with concern.

Zhang Mo raised his hand and pinched his brow, twitching his lips twice, and said in a helpless tone, "Old Mu, your story is a bit too far-fetched, but I still believe you. After all, you shouldn't have that much free time to make up stories to amuse me."

Old Mu also let out a rare chuckle, his beard trembling again as he struggled to get up from the recliner.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Mo quickly reached out to help him up, but Old Mu waved his hand away.

After getting up, Elder Mu slowly walked to a window in the underground hall of the Sea God Pavilion.

Although this is underground, it's only relative to the first level; this location hasn't truly penetrated deep into the ground.

Bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window, Elder Mu spoke slowly and deliberately: "Since you came to the academy, I've basically known everything you've done, big or small."

"There are right and wrong points. But I think you have great foresight; you were the first to discover Huo Yuhao's talent, even before Shao Zhe and the others."

"This is something they don't have."

"I am getting old, and the Sun Moon Empire, along with many other forces around the world, are eager to make their move. They are all waiting."

"The day I leave."

"Not at all, Elder Mu. With your cultivation, living another hundred years wouldn't be a problem." Zhang Mo knew in his heart that Elder Mu's hidden illness had penetrated to the bone marrow. Otherwise, Zhang Mo's words would not be nonsense. With his cultivation, he really could fight for another hundred years.

Old Mu shook his head and continued, "Thank you for your kind words, I will try my best. But I always have a premonition that the day I fall, darkness will return to this continent."

"At that time, Xuanzi will still be unable to achieve great things, possessing only brute strength. As for the next generation... actually, my offspring is also in the academy, but I feel that his talent is far inferior to Huo Yuhao's, and he is far from mature."

Offspring. He must be referring to Bei Bei. Bei Bei has good talent and temperament, but unfortunately, there's an even more monstrous talent in this generation, Huo Yuhao. Zhang Mo thought to himself.

"Therefore, I hope that Zhang Mo, if I am no longer here in the future, you can take over my position and take charge of the overall situation."

"But the award ceremony is not over yet; there is still one person who has not received his reward."

"Zhang Mo, from today onwards you are a member of the Sea God Pavilion."

"What?"

Zhang Mo never expected that the academy's reward for him would actually be joining the Sea God Pavilion?

Zhang Mo himself had considered joining the Sea God Pavilion in his future plans. Only by joining the Sea God Pavilion could he get closer to the power center of Shrek Academy.

This would make future actions more advantageous for him and give him the opportunity to mobilize Shrek's elite forces.

But he didn't expect to join the Sea God Pavilion so soon.

"If you have no objections, then I will inform Shao Zhe of your new identity."

"No, thank you, Elder Mu."

Old Mu waved his hand and said, "It has nothing to do with me; it's all due to your own efforts."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you can go now. I'll stay here and wait for these kids to come out of seclusion."

Zhang Mo bowed deeply, then slowly walked out of the Sea God Pavilion.

Zhang Mo stepped out of the Sea God Pavilion, bathed in the gentle breeze blowing from the Sea God Lake.

But the sorrow in his heart was not forgotten despite the joy of joining the Sea God Pavilion.

The encounter with the Hand of Death, and the words of God spoken by Elder Mu.

Zhang Mo lowered his head, raised his hand and gently pinched his chin as he pondered.

It seems that my existence on this continent is not a secret, and that people have been searching for me all along.

So who exactly is looking for me, and what use am I to them?