When Qian Daoliu transmigrated into Douluo Continent II, even the evil spirit masters were terrified

Huo Yuhao, standing at the back of the group, was suddenly shocked, because he felt a black mist suddenly appear in his spiritual sea, which condensed into a blurry phantom of an old man.

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm looked terrified and shrank into a corner: "What kind of aura is that?!"

Hyotei gasped, "So strong! Even stronger than me in my prime!"

"Don't be nervous, child." The old man's voice was hoarse and deep, carrying a calm that came from years of experience. "My name is Electrolux, you can call me Old Man Electrolux."

Huo Yuhao swallowed hard, his mind racing, and asked the most perplexing question: "Elder Yi, have you been inside my spiritual sea all along?"

"Why didn't Tianmeng and I know you existed before?"

Electrolux's face was blurred, revealing no expression.

"I am but a remnant soul, with little consciousness left, and have been in a state of slumber. The aura within that human body just now awakened me, which allowed me to revive."

At this point, Electron paused, his tone becoming somewhat playful.

"I sensed the presence of a god within him."

These words caused a tremor throughout the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

The enormous body of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm trembled violently, its voice changing tone: "What? The aura of a god? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Hyotei's expression also became extremely solemn. She stared intently at Electrox, trying to discern something from the old man's face.

But she was disappointed.

Electrolux's face remained blurred.

You can't see their expressions at all.

"I was once known as the Holy God of Necromancy. Although I am not a true god, I have touched the threshold of godhood and can be considered a demigod."

"So the perception can't be wrong. The aura within that person just now definitely reached the dimension of a god."

Necromancer God?

Demigod?

Huo Yuhao felt that his brain was no longer working properly.

How old is he this year? The strongest people he has ever met are the elders of Shrek Academy. The Limit Douluo is already an unattainable existence in his eyes.

And now suddenly an old man appears, claiming that he was once a demigod?

Fortunately, the other party did not seem to have any ill intentions towards me.

"Elder Yi, could that person just now actually be a god?"

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm exclaimed, "Heavens! If that's really the case, it's terrifying! There are actually gods left in the mortal world! How terrifying!"

Ice Emperor shook her head, her tone firm: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. In the past ten thousand years, apart from the seven people from Shrek Academy and the two people from the Spirit Hall, no one has ever become a god. I am very certain of that."

Electrolux did not refute, but calmly said, "That person is not a god, but there is indeed a divine aura within him, which is what puzzles me."

His gaze immediately shifted to Huo Yuhao, a glint of light flashing in his deep eyes.

"Yuhao, if you see that person again next time, be sure to cultivate a good relationship with him. If I observe him up close, I might get some clues."

Huo Yuhao nodded subconsciously.

His mind was a complete mess, but he still remembered what Old Yi had said.

"Elder Yi, is it true that you once touched the threshold of God?" Huo Yuhao asked with a look of longing on his face.

He had never dared to imagine that God existed.

Now suddenly an old man claiming to be a demigod appears.

He naturally wanted to know more.

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm also perked up. As a million-year-old soul beast, it dreamed of becoming a god. At this moment, it pricked up its ears, ready to hear what the old man had to say.

The same applies to Hyotei.

Electrolux nodded first, then shook his head: "I am currently suffering from amnesia, and I only remember this incident, but I cannot be sure if it is true."

"If you wish to understand the realm of God, please forgive me for being unable to answer; at least I must wait until I regain my memories."

Huo Yuhao felt a pang of regret, but still said respectfully, "It's alright, Elder Yi, there's plenty of time later."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and Ice Emperor also expressed their understanding.

After all, it's just a remnant soul. It's already quite difficult for it to remember some things from the past, so it's unrealistic to ask for more.

"By the way, Elder Yi," Huo Yuhao suddenly asked curiously, "that senior who saved us just now, do you know what kind of god he was, with that divine aura within him?"

Electrolux paused for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"The aura I sensed was sacred and radiant, carrying a sense of judgment. It should be a deity of the angelic order, but I cannot be entirely certain."

Angelic deities?

The image of that senior from earlier flashed through Huo Yuhao's mind.

With a white robe, golden hair, and three pairs of golden wings on his back, he truly resembled a legendary angel.

"Thank you for informing me, Elder Yi."

Huo Yuhao said respectfully.

Electrolux nodded slightly, his figure gradually becoming ethereal.

"I have just awakened and need time to stabilize my remnant soul, so I will go into slumber now. Yuhao, remember my words: when you see that person, be sure to cultivate a good relationship with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist dispersed again and merged into the depths of the sea of ​​spirit.

Huo Yuhao came to his senses and found that his teammates were still cleaning up the mess, and Xuanzi was talking to Wang Yan. No one noticed his unusual behavior.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and decided to keep quiet for the time being.

……

the other side.

Qian Daoliu has already left the Mingdou Mountains.

He needed to find out what was wrong with the Spirit Hall as soon as possible. Although he already had the worst guess in his mind, he still wanted to see it for himself.

After flying for about half an hour, Qian Daoliu saw a small town in the distance.

The town was small, with low and dilapidated buildings. It didn't even have city walls, just a simple fence made of wood and stone.

A thousand streams descended from the sky, landing at the entrance of the town.

Pedestrians on the road were stunned by what they saw.

"Oh my god...a person fell from the sky!"

"No, he flew down! He has wings on his back!"

"Keep your voice down, don't offend the adults!"

Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, bowed to Qian Daoliu, and their faces were filled with awe.

Qian Daoliu glanced around.

He frowned slightly.

The town was even more backward than he had imagined.

The road was full of potholes, and most of the houses on both sides were made of stone, some of which didn't even have proper roofs and were just covered with thatch.

The pedestrians were dressed in tattered clothes, looked pale and thin, and some even walked unsteadily, clearly indicating that they had been starving for many years.

Qian Daoliu frowned deeply.

Why does life seem worse for ordinary people these days than it was back then?

He suppressed his doubts, randomly approached a passerby, and asked, "Do you know where the Spirit Hall is?"

The other person looked blank upon hearing the question: "Spirit Hall? Sir, what is Spirit Hall?"

Qian Daoliu's heart skipped a beat. He then asked several other people, but received the same answer.

do not know.

never heard of that.

What is the Spirit Hall?

Qian Daoliu's expression grew increasingly grim, yet he still clung to a sliver of hope.

Perhaps the Spirit Hall has simply declined, and it's normal that people in remote towns don't know about it.

He decided to go to a larger city to ask someone for advice.

I was just about to leave.

Suddenly a little girl ran over.

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, wearing a faded old dress, her face was dirty, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"Uncle!" The little girl knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Qian Daoliu. "Please, please save my mother! My mother is dying!"

As she spoke, tears streamed down the little girl's face.

Qian Daoliu couldn't bear to see this kind of thing. Touched by his tenderness, he quickly reached out to help the little girl up, saying gently, "Don't cry, take me to see your mother."