If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

With a flash of white light, Zhou Ming and the other ten people disappeared into the teleportation array.

When everyone came to their senses again, they were already standing in a similar teleportation array.

The surrounding area was brightly lit, and there were still lingering spatial fluctuations in the air.

Zhou Ming had just looked around when staff members in uniform were already urging him on at the entrance.

"Stop looking around, hurry up and get out! There's another batch coming!"

After shouting and yelling, as if he wasn't satisfied, he pointed to a chubby cultivator next to Zhou Ming and said...

"Hey fatso, I'm talking to you, what are you looking at?"

Upon hearing this, the fat monk's face turned green, but he didn't dare to speak. He simply lowered his head and walked out with a dark expression.

Seeing this, Zhou Ming didn't bother arguing with the person shouting and followed the others out of the formation.

As soon as they stepped out of the teleportation array, their group of ten was stopped by a team of fully armed law enforcement officers.

This group of people all possessed cultivation, their auras were deep and composed, and the leader had even reached the Nascent Soul stage.

They all had stern faces. One of them held a thin piece of metal jade in his hand, handed it to the person at the front, and said in a cold, hard voice.

Please show your identification information.

The cultivator at the front quickly placed his palm on the metal jade piece.

The jade piece flashed with a faint light, and the law enforcement officer pulled a thin booklet from his waist and threw it into his arms, his words still cold and hard.

"The areas where you can move around are all marked on here. If you go outside the designated areas, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Without waiting for the person's reaction, he shoved them aside and shouted to the people behind, "Next!"

Upon seeing this, Zhou Ming couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

"Damn it, you said law enforcement should be compassionate, but it seems your compassion is below zero?"

Despite their inner complaints, the line began to slowly move forward.

When it was Zhou Ming's turn, the law enforcement officers still showed no expression.

Zhou Ming pressed his palm onto the metal jade piece in the same way.

The AI ​​within the mind trembled slightly, seemingly having already exchanged information with the jade piece.

The law enforcement officers mechanically pulled out a booklet and threw it into Zhou Ming's hands.

Zhou Ming took the booklet and stepped aside, leaning against the wall. He opened it and frowned.

There are quite a few words written in this booklet, but looking at it from all angles, there are only a few places I can actually go.

A few designated markets, a few designated hotels, and then, nothing more.

In other words, he spent so much effort and trouble to get to this blue world, but he can only wander around in this tiny place.

If it were any other cultivator, who had painstakingly saved up enough deposit and traveled thousands of miles to get this limited area of ​​activity, they would probably be furious on the spot.

For a Golden Core cultivator, the deposit is almost their entire net worth.

With such a limited range of activities, it's obvious they're losing money hand over fist.

Despite the loss, Zhou Ming didn't linger. He turned and left the teleportation hall, heading towards the hotel marked on the brochure.

The sea breeze at Aquamarine World was strong, carrying an extremely strong salty smell, as if the entire street was submerged in seawater.

Following the instructions in the booklet, Zhou Ming quickly found a hotel called "Tingtaoju".

The facade is impressive, and the entire structure is made of a light blue crystal, which looks like a frozen wave from a distance.

Ignoring the flirtatious glances from the alien female cultivator at the front desk, he took the access card and went to his room.

The room was extremely spacious and furnished with the most luxurious furnishings.

From the spirit crystal lamps hanging from the dome to the sea-patterned carpet covering the entire wall, and the few deep-sea corals planted in white jade pots, everything exudes the air of the Federation's upper class.

Moreover, the spiritual energy here is so rich that it feels like being in the core of a spiritual vein.

If a Golden Core cultivator were to choose this place for secluded cultivation, they might actually stumble upon some fortuitous opportunities.

Zhou Ming closed the door behind him, then casually set up a few arrays in the room before taking off his shoes and sitting cross-legged on the excessively large bed.

Slowly closing his eyes, Zhou Ming began to connect with those fragmented souls.

Even before he was teleported over, Zhou Ming had already sensed the approximate locations of those split souls.

His nine divided souls were all in this vast blue world, and they were all gathered in one place.

Zhou Ming slowly sank his consciousness into one of the divided souls.

As soon as he entered, the memories of his divided soul began to flood him like a tidal wave.

This little guy was born in the form of a dragon and was born with the cultivation level of the Integration Stage.

However, before he could even open his eyes to see the world, he was taken in by an old dragon and kept by his side every day, participating in countless tests.

Those tests were bizarre and complicated, including questioning the heart, testing bones, observing the soul, and identifying spirits.

After more than a year of turmoil, this divided soul was finally formally taught the Dragon Clan's techniques.

Then, it began to cultivate under the guidance of that Mahayana-stage old dragon.

To this day, this divided soul doesn't even know where it is, let alone have seen the shadows of the other eight eggs.

It was unaware of the existence of the other eight eggs.

It's even less likely that they would know whether the other eggs transformed into dragons or jiaos.

After reading through its memories, Zhou Ming understood everything.

Those old fogies of the Dragon Clan are clearly still investigating the young dragon's background.

The dragon race probably also held the attitude of "better to have none than to have bad ones, better to wrongly punish than to let others go free."

Zhou Ming didn't linger. When he withdrew his consciousness, he took with him everything that this divided soul had seen and heard during this time.

In the perception of that divided soul, it had only been momentarily distracted, as if it had taken a nap.

It is still that newly hatched, innocent little dragon baby.

Zhou Ming left no extra trace.

After switching to a different branch of his soul, Zhou Ming once again immersed his consciousness into it.

same.

This is also a cub that has successfully transformed into a dragon.

He was also taken to have his heart, blood, and soul tested, and then he was given a cultivation technique and is now in seclusion with an old dragon to cultivate diligently.

Zhou Ming tried six more times, and the results were all the same. Eight divided souls, eight identical fates, like dragons carved from the same mold.

Zhou Ming didn't expect the last dish to be any different, but since he was already here, he might as well give it a try.

Once again, Zhou Ming immersed his consciousness into the last fragment of his soul and began to read the memories.

This little dragon's experience was initially no different from the other seven split souls.

It was also taken away shortly after hatching and underwent many tests.

However, the old dragon responsible for teaching it was somewhat "unproductive".

The other dragons were all eager to help their cubs lay a solid foundation and diligently cultivate their skills.

But the old dragon spent his days making the little guy read.

They have all kinds of books.

There are cultivation insights, observations from various worlds, illustrations of rare and exotic beasts, and even a few books of mortal poems that I don't know which world they were looking up from.

This little dragon has only been hatched for a few years and its mind is not yet mature. How could it withstand such force-feeding?

As time went on, it naturally became somewhat listless from all the wear and tear.

Fortunately, this old dragon does indeed have some skill.

He could answer all those silly and nonsensical questions that his split soul would occasionally ask using the knowledge in the book, and his answers were witty and humorous.

This left Xiaolong with mixed feelings of joy and resentment.