Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

On the other side, the golden-winged eagle carried Bai Zhaoyun and soared into the sky. The scenery below was rapidly receding. The strong wind made his clothes rustle and his hair fly.

“Hahahahaha!” Bai Zhaoyun couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He lowered his head to look at the scene flying by quickly below and shouted excitedly to the golden-feathered eagle, “Fly! Jinyu, fly faster!”

The golden-winged eagle seemed to sense its master's joy. It let out a loud eagle cry and flapped its wings violently, increasing its speed a little.

"Awesome!" Bai Zhaoyun shouted excitedly, "Is this the feeling of freedom? I finally don't have to be trapped in that guy's consciousness anymore!"

He clenched his fists, feeling the strong wind blowing in his face, his heart filled with lofty ambitions.

"Bai Yun, just wait! Sooner or later, I, Bai Zhaoyun, will let you taste the pain of being locked up for more than ten years!" Bai Zhaoyun said with gritted teeth.

"But now..." Bai Zhaoyun raised his head and looked into the distance, with a playful smile on his face, "Let's go see the wonders of this world first! Douluo Continent, I, Bai Zhaoyun, am here!"

He stretched out his hand as if to grasp the vast sky, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Jin Yu, let's go! Target: the sea!" Bai Zhaoyun shouted with high spirits.

The golden-winged eagle let out another long roar, carrying Bai Zhaoyun, flying towards the distance and disappearing at the end of the sky.

"Ah——" Bai Zhaoyun let out a long roar towards the vast sky, venting his frustrated emotions after his rebirth.

After venting his frustration, Bai Yun sat on the back of the golden-winged eagle and thought about his next plan.

I have finally been given a chance to live my life again, and I must not let down the opportunity God has given me.

"The sect competition should have already started, right? Ha, building the Baiyun Palace is nothing more than putting shackles on myself in the end." Bai Zhaoyun said sarcastically in the direction of the Baiyun Mountains, "I just want to be free and unencumbered in this life again!"

“I don’t know if Bai Yun and Nasus will follow the script I gave them!” Bai Yun laughed sinisterly, “The continent will be in chaos next! I will avoid this place and enjoy my life next!”

“Bai Yun, Nasus, I hope you didn’t let me down. Don’t ruin my show.” Bai Zhaoyun’s eyes flashed with cunning. “This continent is about to get into chaos! I want to stay away from this place and enjoy my life!”

"Sea, here I come!" Bai Zhaoyun patted the golden-winged eagle excitedly and looked towards the distant horizon.

Baiyun Realm, Baiyun City, Baiyun Palace.

"Mr. Sang, there is something I want to ask you. It is very important to me!" Bai Yun solemnly invited Mr. Sang to the meeting hall of Baiyun Hall.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I still have to preside over the sect competition!" Old Sang stroked his beard and chuckled, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Do you know a Titled Douluo named Xue Wu, whose martial spirit is the Gray Wolf?" Bai Yun said in a hurried tone, with anxiety between his brows, staring at Old Sang closely.

Seeing his expression, Elder Sang put away his smile and pondered for a moment: "Xue Wu? I have never heard of him. Do you know his title?"

"Da da da..." Bai Yun staggered back, his face pale, with emotions of pain, self-blame, and confusion intertwined.

"Yun'er, what's wrong with you?" Elder Sang was startled and quickly supported him, asking with concern, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Maybe he's just a hidden master, or maybe..."

"Yes! He may have used a pseudonym!" Bai Yun seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath, mobilized his soul power, and sketched a lifelike portrait in the air.

The man in the portrait has gray hair that is meticulously combed. His weather-beaten face has a kind smile and his deep eyes are bright. He is dressed in a green shirt and has an elegant temperament that makes people feel close to him.

Old Sang looked at it carefully, frowning, and tried hard to search for relevant memories in his mind.

"This person has an extraordinary appearance. I will definitely remember him if I have seen him before. But..." Elder Sang shook his head and said affirmatively, "I have never seen this person before."

He paused, lowered his voice and said, "Although the Douluo Continent is vast, there are only a handful of Titled Douluo. I dare not say that I know all of them, but I can be sure that this person is not among them."

Bai Yun's face became even uglier: "But... he said that he was once a Titled Douluo, but later his realm fell. Has there ever been a life-and-death battle between Titled Douluos on the continent?" He held Old Sang's hand tightly as if he was grasping a life-saving straw.

"A life-and-death battle between Titled Douluo?" Elder Sang stroked his beard and fell into deep thought. "To reach the Titled Douluo realm is already the pinnacle of existence on the continent. Each of them possesses the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. They will not easily engage in a life-and-death battle with others unless it is absolutely necessary."

Elder Sang paused, then continued, "I have traveled the continent for decades, and I have never heard of a Titled Douluo falling from a certain level. Moreover, in the past thirty years, everything has been peaceful, with no Titled Douluo-level battles breaking out."

Bai Yun clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he was unaware of anything. Only the surging emotions in his heart were raging.

Mr. Sang had been paying attention to Bai Yun, so he naturally noticed his abnormality and asked with concern, "Yun'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Bai Yun suddenly came to his senses. He raised his head, his eyes full of confusion and pain. He opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start.

Seeing Bai Yun like this, Elder Sang became even more worried. He patted Bai Yun's shoulder gently and said softly, "Yun'er, don't be anxious. Tell me slowly, what happened?" Bai Yun took a deep breath and tried to calm his chaotic emotions. He said in a hoarse voice, "Elder Sang, I may...may have been deceived..."

"Being cheated? What happened? Tell me slowly." Mr. Sang patiently guided Bai Yun, hoping that he could express his distress.

So, Bai Yun told Mr. Sang the entire content of his conversation with Xue Wu in detail, and even told him Bai Zhaoyun's guess.

"That's all, Mr. Sang. I'm really confused right now and don't know what to do..." After Bai Yun finished speaking, he seemed to have all his strength drained out and slumped in the chair.

After listening to Bai Yun's narration, Elder Sang frowned. He pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Although I don't know that Bai Zhaoyun, his guess is not unreasonable. Think about it, how could a Titled Douluo lower his status and accept a person who only has the first level of innate spirit power as his disciple?"

Bai Yun was stunned when he heard this. Yes, why didn’t he think of this before?

"Also, even if his soul power really dropped to level 28, his vision and knowledge would not have decreased in the slightest. Not to mention that you were only a level 31 soul master at the time, even if you were a level 70 or above soul saint, it would be difficult to hide your soul power in front of him."

"Why?" Bai Yun asked in confusion. Elder Sang explained, "Because the Title Douluo has mastered the use of soul power to perfection, as long as the opponent leaks a trace of soul power, it will be difficult to escape his perception."

Bai Yun was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, stared at Elder Sang with burning eyes, and said word by word: "Elder Sang, I will host this sect competition!"

Without waiting for Elder Sang to reply, he appeared above the arena in a flash and announced loudly: "I will personally host this competition!"

He looked around and said in a loud voice: "The rewards for this competition will be increased tenfold! Not only that, the top 100 in this competition will get a place in the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast Contract!"

There was an uproar in the square!

"What? Did I hear correctly? The Palace Master said that the rewards for this competition will be increased tenfold?!"

"Oh my God! Did I hear it right? A place for a ten thousand year soul beast contract? Did I hear it right? Am I dreaming?"

"Oh my god, did I hear it right? A place for a ten thousand year soul beast contract! Oh my god! What did I see!"

"A place in the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast Contract! This is something that many soul contract masters dream of!"

"A place in the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast Contract! This is a rare opportunity!"

The disciples stared with eyes wide open, their faces full of disbelief, wondering if they were hallucinating. Things like the quota for the ten thousand year soul beast contract were something they dared not even think about.

After a brief silence, the whole square suddenly became lively!

"Oh my god! This is really the place for the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast Contract! I must get it!"

"Hahaha! My chance has come! I must do well in the competition!"

"Go! For the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast Contract Spot! Let's Go All Out!"

The disciples were so excited that their faces flushed. They were like chicken blood, full of fighting spirit, and they couldn't wait to rush onto the stage and show off their skills. The temptation of the 10,000-year soul beast contract quota was too great, and no one could resist it!

Bai Yun slowly raised his hands, then swung them down fiercely. The powerful soul power fluctuations instantly quieted the square! Everyone stared at him intently, waiting for the mysterious hall master to speak.

"I will give you a great opportunity in this competition!" Bai Yun's voice resounded through the square like a huge bell. "For those who are in the top 70 of the competition and have successfully passed the first two levels of the Nine-Layered Illusionary Tower, I can help you break through the bottleneck in a short period of time and reach the th level Soul Saint realm! And there will be no side effects!"

At this point, he paused, looked around the room, and said in an even more excited tone, "For the top ten in the competition who have successfully passed the first three levels of the Nine-Layered Illusionary Tower, I can help you reach the 80th level Soul Douluo realm in a short period of time! There will be no side effects either!"

Bai Yun's words were like a bomb dropped into a calm lake, exploding in the ears of every disciple. At first, there was a dead silence in the square, and you could hear a pin drop. Then, a tsunami-like cry of surprise broke out, deafening!

"Did I hear correctly? The Palace Master said he would help us reach the Soul Saint realm?"

"Level 70 Soul Saint! Oh my god, I can't even dream of this!"

"Level 80 Contra! That's a Contra! There are only a few of them in the entire continent!"

Countless disciples were so excited that they were trembling all over, their eyes were red. Level 70 Soul Saint, that is a natural barrier that many soul masters can hardly cross in their lifetime! And level 80 Soul Douluo is a strong man standing at the top of the continent! Now, these two dream goals are within reach!

A burly young disciple waved his fist excitedly and shouted, "I want to become a Soul Saint! I want to become a Soul Saint!" Next to him, a petite female disciple, with tears in her eyes, murmured to herself, "Contra... If I can become a Soul Saint, I can protect the people I want to protect..."

In the noisy crowd, a man in black clothes had a determined look in his eyes. He was Nasus's direct disciple, Li Chen. He clenched the sword in his hand and swore in his heart: "Uncle Master, I will work hard to practice and live up to your and Master's expectations!"

Not far away, Lin Feng and Li Hao, two of Sang Lao's most proud disciples, were standing opposite each other. Their eyes were solemn, without a trace of the fanaticism of other disciples. Obviously, they knew that if they wanted to achieve higher achievements, they had to work harder than ordinary people.

"It seems that we have to be serious too." Lin Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes flashed with a burning fighting spirit.

Lin Feng's figure was reflected in Li Hao's deep eyes. He nodded slightly and said, "Yes. The quota for the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast Contract, Soul Sage, Soul Douluo... these are just starting points for us." The two smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.

In the corner of the crowd, a young man in a green shirt stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face, as if this grand competition had nothing to do with him.

His name is Yun Fei. He was accepted into the outer sect of Baiyun Temple three years ago. He is extremely talented and practices very hard. He is the well-deserved eldest brother in the eyes of all his fellow disciples.

Three months ago, he was sent to the Daqian Empire to carry out a mission. He just returned to the sect two months ago and began to retreat after returning. He did not come out until today. After coming out, Yun Fei's soul power finally broke through the 31st level, and he passed the three levels of mind and character in one fell swoop, officially becoming an inner sect disciple.

Originally, Yun Fei had no intention of participating in this sect competition. After all, with his current cultivation level, he was already at the top among the younger generation. Participating in such a competition would inevitably be seen as bullying the weak. But when he heard about the rewards offered by the White Cloud Palace Master, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"A place for a ten-thousand-year soul beast contract, a soul power reward of level seventy or eighty... Such an opportunity is quite rare even for me." Yun Fei whispered to himself, his eyes gleaming, "It seems that I have to participate in this sect competition!"

At this moment, a raging fire was burning in the hearts of all the disciples!