MTL - Lord of Souls-Chapter 2 The Temple of Myriad Tribulations and the Believers of the Soul

Have you really experienced the feeling of cracking?

Xia Lin really experienced it.

Right now!

Right now!

First, the memory fusion of time travel, and then the memory instillation of this strange master of the soul of all tribulations.

The continuous violent fusion caused Xia Lin's five internal organs to shift and his consciousness became blurred.

But here, there seems to be a strange energy that constantly fills Xia Lin's body, allowing Xia Lin's wounds to recover quickly.

About half an hour later, Xia Lin got up from the ground.

After another half an hour, Xia Lin had initially digested the concept and authority of the Soul Master of Myriad Tribulations.

Standing at the very center of the hall, looking up at the sculpture that was exactly the same as himself, but with different proportions, Xia Lin quickly sorted out everything here.

This place is called the Temple of Myriad Tribulations.

The origin can no longer be studied. Who built the Temple of the Soul of Myriad Tribulations, and whether there was a master before the Temple of the Soul of Myriad Tribulations, and who the master was, is also a mystery.

All Xia Lin knew was how to use it here.

Walking to the statue, reaching out to touch the statue, a series of messages automatically appeared in Xia Lin's mind.

[Master of the Soul of Ten Thousand Tribulations: Xia Lin. 】

[Current strength: Apprenticeship period. 】

[Current number of contract soul pets: 1. 】

[Soul Believer: 0/2. 】

There are four lines of text in total.

But this statue is the core of the Temple of Myriad Tribulations!

Came to the [Race] stele, reached out and touched it, and the text was displayed.

[Xia Lin: Human race. Racial level cannot be upgraded. 】

[The first soul of the soul master: Wasteland Dog. Racial class: No class. ] (can be upgraded)

[Current race points: 0. 】

【Strength】Stone tablet.

[Xia Lin: During the probationary period. ] (can be raised).

[The first soul of the soul master: Wasteland Dog. Strength level: Apprenticeship period. ] (can be upgraded)

[Current strength points: 0. 】

[Skill] Stele.

[Xia Lin: Soul Master Skill: None. 】

[The first soul of the soul master: Wasteland Dog. Skills: None. 】

[Current skill points: 0. 】

[Heaven's Choice] Stone tablet.

[Xia Lin: Heaven's ability to choose: None. 】

[Soul pets have no natural selection ability. 】

[The number of points selected for the current day: 0. 】

Four zeros.

means no resources.

Without resources, the function of the Temple of Myriad Tribulations of Souls cannot be activated.

Xia Lin was neither flustered nor disappointed by this.

He just looked up to observe his statue, and after a while, Xia Lin spoke softly.

"Turn on shield mode."

A loud voice exploded.

[The shield mode is activated! 】

The weird gray fog that had dissipated reappeared, and quickly enveloped Xia Lin and the statue's body.

The gray fog twists and transforms.

Following Xia Lin's will, he transformed into what Xia Lin wanted.

On the white mask, there are mysterious and complex black textures.

The black and white robe represents mystery and nobility.

Several huge chairs appeared out of thin air, one was located in front of the statue, the others were arranged on both sides, and the guest of honor could be seen at a glance.

Lifting up his robe, Xia Lin slowly sat on the main seat.

The eyes under the mask revealed a faint hint of scarlet. Looking around below, Xia Lin chose a lazy but arrogant sitting posture, stretched out his index finger, and gently tapped the armrest of the seat, which was neither stone nor wood nor gold.

"I need to choose my first Soul Believer."

A loud voice exploded.

[Yes, the honorable Lord of Myriad Tribulations. 】

"How?"

[In your memory, there should be a selection method. 】

"But I want to hear from you."

[Okay, the noble Lord of Myriad Tribulations. 】

[There are two ways for the Lord of Myriad Tribulations to select soul believers. 】

[One, random selection. The Hall of Souls of Ten Thousand Tribulations will automatically screen all the soul masters and pull them into the Hall of Souls of Ten Thousand Tribulations. In the Hall of Souls of Myriad Tribulations, you do not need to worry about your own safety, but whether you can obtain the loyalty of the believers of the soul depends entirely on your own efforts. 】

[Secondly, you do the screening. You can pull people you are familiar with into the Temple of Myriad Tribulations of Souls. The Temple of the Soul of Ten Thousand Tribulations will also not guarantee whether the candidate is loyal and reliable, but it will always guarantee the safety of the soul master in the Hall of the Soul of Ten Thousand Tribulations. 】

[You currently have two quotas for Soul Believers. Please choose your own filtering method. 】

The grand voice fell, and Xia Lin was silent for a long time.

He thinks, he weighs.

But after a while, Xia Lin suddenly smiled.

"The believer of the soul is a must. So there is no need to struggle, this step must be taken."

"And the candidate... well, I thought of it."

"This good fortune, give it to my good brother, Anton."

The voice fell.

The gray fog surged in the hall, and mysterious fluctuations disappeared in a flash.

…

outside.

It was midnight, but Anton hadn't slept for a long time.

Getting up from the spacious big bed, An Dong opened the window and looked at the river view outside the window.

At this moment, Anton's fat face was full of sadness.

On the one hand, it is because of his good brother, Xia Lin.

He has already inquired about Xia Lin's assessment results - a wasteland dog, a waste pet!

On the other hand, it was also because of his own assessment results.

Mountain monkey, soul pet without level. Small waste but not completely waste - at least the mountain monkey has an upward evolutionary path.

But even so, with the strength of the mountain monkey, it is difficult to be admitted to the eighteen major soul master majors...

Difficult to reach the sky!

The 18th National Congress, the 18 key universities in China, the soul master major established among them is the dragon gate for young soul masters! The gap is different from the soul master majors of other universities.

Even if Anton's family is excellent, he can't get into the 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China by means of human favors and bribes - he won't be able to graduate if he doesn't have the ability to enter.

All in all, the poor have the troubles of the poor, and the rich have the troubles of the rich.

"Hey…"

Squeezing out the cigarette butts, Anton let out the smell of cigarettes and climbed into the bed.

Lying on the bed thinking wildly, just as mysterious energy descended from the sky into Anton's mind, Anton didn't realize anything.

He only felt that his brain was muddled, and drowsiness swept over quickly.

Just a few seconds later, the snoring sounded in the bedroom.

…

In his sleep, Anton's consciousness fluttered.

But soon, his consciousness came to his senses.

The overall state is between half-dreaming and half-awake, similar to that of a ghost press...

This made An Dong clearly awake, but he couldn't get up.

Until the light and shadow flickered in his eyes.

A thick fog floats, covering everything.

The gray fog was like a girl taking off her clothes, layer by layer the tulle was removed, gradually revealing everything under the thick fog.

It was a gray and white hall.

A statue, four stone tablets, more than ten seats, and people sitting under the statue wearing masks exactly like the statue.

A strange sense of oppression came upon him.

Anton blinked frantically, as if he couldn't believe what he saw!

The grand sound exploded, making An Dong shudder.

"sit."

A simple word.

Anton didn't dare to obey.

Because everything that appears in my eyes is really weird...

He sat on the edge of the chair like a quail, shrank his neck and looked angry.

Xia Lin wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Smile, this forceful character is gone.

And being strong is Xia Lin's biggest reliance...

So Xia Lin didn't say anything, just stared at Anton.

A mask with black stripes on a white background covered Xia Lin's face, and the eyes under the mask were a strange scarlet.

This made Anton tremble unconsciously...

What are you saying...

He was really panicking.

Until a teardrop the size of a bean slid from the eye socket.

Anton fell to his knees with a puff.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn't have smoked, I shouldn't be rushing today! I'm guilty! I'm wrong!"

"Forgive me, I don't want to die!"

While talking, kowtow and beg for mercy...

That miserable look...

Xia Lin's heart blossomed with joy.

However, he still did not relax his oppression on Anton.

It wasn't until Anton's emotions were about to reach the limit that Xia Lin coughed lightly.

"How did you come here!?"

An Dong was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at Xia Lin.

"I...I...I don't know either..."

He was really dumbfounded.

Xia Lin suddenly sighed.

"Now, what year is it?"

"2022 AD..."

"Ah..." An elongated tone.

"It's been five epochs... Then, it seems that it's time for the Temple of Myriad Tribulations to revive again."

Anton was completely numb.

What time unit is an epoch?

I really haven't learned...

Xia Lin's voice sounded again. With the blessing of the Temple of Myriad Tribulations of Souls, there was a majestic +1w buff!

The magnificent voice rippling: "Child, you stand up first."

Anton got up quickly, not daring not to obey.

Then I heard Xia Lin say again: "I just woke up from the endless slumber, and you are the first person to come to the Temple of Myriad Tribulations. As you know, we are destined."

An Dong chicken nodded as if pecking at rice: "Yes, fate! Fate!"

"It is your good fortune to be able to obtain the guidance of the Temple of Myriad Tribulations of Souls! The greatness and strength of this good fortune is far beyond your imagination."

"Do you know why this place is called the Temple of Myriad Tribulations?"

An Dong shook his head blankly, and then heard the loud voice fall directly into his ears.

"Based on the origin of the soul, it will survive thousands of kalpas!"

"You know, what is the origin of the soul?"

Anton shook his head again.

Then he listened to the mysterious man in the main seat with a smile.

"Soul masters, soul pets, and soul beasts are all born from the origin of the soul!"

"This place, the Temple of Myriad Tribulations of Souls, is the source of all souls!"

"And I am the master of all souls!"

"My name: Lord of the Soul of Myriad Tribulations!"

Anton was stunned. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But soon, absurdity flashed in his eyes.

You are so bragging... If you blow it up, I will wake you up to see if you believe it or not! ?

And the master of all souls... why don't you go to heaven?

Xia Lin naturally saw what An Dong was thinking.

But he wasn't surprised or flustered.

Because... he really didn't brag...

Xia Lin waved his hand slightly, showing a low mood and a little weak, so the four stone monuments behind him began to shine!

The gray light formed a strange vortex, and a weak suction force came out from the vortex, as if connecting to another world.

"I know you don't believe everything I say. I don't bother to argue with you too much."

"The four stone tablets behind me are part of the power of the origin of the soul."

"Tomorrow night, exactly twelve o'clock. You can enter the Temple of the Soul of Myriad Tribulations on your own, and I will give you access to some of the Temple of the Soul of Myriad Tribulations."

"Remember the rules."

"Equivalent exchange."

"Soul crystals, or treasures containing soul power, put them into the corresponding soul channel. And the Temple of Myriad Tribulations will meet all your needs!"

Anton was at a loss for a moment.

However, before he could think about it carefully, he saw the Lord of Myriad Tribulations waving his hand slightly.

Then the thrust emerged, Anton only felt floating, and sat up with an "ah" sound.

Time, twelve o'clock midnight.

Location, own bedroom.

Everything is like a dream.

Everything is not a dream.

Because of the clear and magnificent voice, it resounded in the ears again.

"Tomorrow night, exactly twelve o'clock."

Anton sat on the bed without speaking for a long time.