Chapter 212: Our Spirit Transmission Tower Is Absolutely Loyal to the Federation!
Qian Gu Dongfeng: "?"
Seeing everyone's eyes turn toward him, Qian Gu Dongfeng straightened his posture and declared earnestly, "The Spirit Transmission Tower is absolutely loyal to the Federation!"
He would never harbor divided loyalties. The idea was unthinkable. Such devotion had been carved into the bones of every Tower Master for generations.
After all, to become the Tower Master required not only overwhelming strength, but constant ideological scrutiny—ensuring loyalty never faltered.
Even if one's heart hesitated, the words had to be said loud and clear, followed by action to match.
Chen Xinjie: "…"
Internally, Chen Xinjie sighed. What an extraordinarily ridiculous organization.
"The question isn't about loyalty," he replied. "This is a matter of strategic deployment for the Federation's expansion. I actually agree that establishing a new branch of the Spirit Transmission Tower on the Heaven Dou Continent would be beneficial."
In truth, with the legacy of spirit souls, there wasn't a single influential family across the continent that didn't worship a spirit ancestor.
Was there anyone here who could say their household had no enshrined ancestral spirit?
If your family didn't have one, while your rival clan did—a ten-thousand-year or even hundred-thousand-year spirit soul ancestor—how could you compete?
Those families enjoyed selectable spirit skills and bloodline blessings, while the rest scoured the deep ocean for wild spirits, gambling against death for random results.
These days, any reputable family across the Douluo Continent enshrined a spirit soul.
And spirit souls all originated from the Spirit Transmission Tower.
There was almost nothing in the world the Tower couldn't learn.
"The Tower belongs to the Federation?" Chen Xinjie muttered with irony. "No, rather, the Federation has long since become the Tower."
As for fears that humans might one day fall under the control of the spirit souls?
Absurd. Without human hosts, spirit souls couldn't even sustain themselves, let alone evolve further.
Besides, the Federation and the Spirit Transmission Tower were intimately intertwined—both, in truth, built upon the legacy of the Huo Family.
Yes.
Both entities… were the Huo Family's creations.
So what was there to fear about loyalty?
Chen Xinjie leaned forward. "What's your view then? The Federation will collaborate fully with the Tower's expansion."
Using the spirit soul system to influence the Heaven Dou and Fighting Spirit Empires was—by far—the gentlest method available.
If it hadn't been undertaken earlier, it was merely because the Federation and the Tower hadn't always aligned—Huo Family connections aside, they had been two separate powers.
Back when the Spirit Ice Douluo first created the Tower, before becoming a Limit Douluo, he had been the Silver Moon Douluo's disciple—loyal to the Sun and Moon Empire.
But after his defection to Shrek Academy, rebuilding Tang Sect and reclaiming the Spirit Transmission Tower, his ideology had shifted completely.
History books now claimed that the Spirit Ice Douluo must have been controlled.
Only after thousands of years of cooperation and conflict had the Federation and the Tower rebuilt mutual trust.
Qian Gu Dongfeng hesitated. Though tempted by the idea of expanding the Tower's influence, such matters required deliberation.
Especially since anything related to spirit souls demanded the soul beasts' consent.
"I'll need to discuss this with the Vice Tower Master," he said carefully.
"As it should be," Chen Xinjie agreed. "By the way—where's Ditian? Why isn't he here?"
These days, the soul beast council regularly participated in high-level Federation meetings. With the spirit soul system binding both races together for over ten thousand years, genuine trust had formed.
Ditian wasn't a fool. This wasn't an age for enslaving humans.
After all, no humans meant no spirit souls—and spirit souls were still soul beasts at heart.
Qian Gu Dongfeng paused, thinking. "He said he had an important matter to handle."
"What important matter?"
"Jiang Chen! Where are you going?"
At the gates of Star Dou City, a pair of massive golden eyes glared down coldly at him.
A huge hand—scaled and black—latched onto him.
Caught.
"Let me down already, Ditian! Don't push me!" Jiang Chen roared.
He'd been trapped in Star Dou City for three days now. Three endless days of boredom.
No one to talk to, surrounded only by rowdy young soul beasts who spent their time fighting, destroying, and showing off.
He didn't understand how the local humans tolerated them.
He'd nearly snapped enough to roast one into barbecue.
Finally, unable to endure any longer, he'd tried to escape.
As for Gu Yue's supposed "orders"?
So she was angry—so what? She got angry all the time. He was used to it.
But to Ditian, the Master's command was law.
So even while working, he kept one eye on Jiang Chen.
Ditian prided himself on understanding him—unlike most beasts, Jiang Chen loved noise, chaos, mischief.
He was more human than dragon.
A day without entertainment was a wasted life, apparently.
Even after all these centuries, Ditian couldn't comprehend this mentality—but a command was a command.
"Until the Master emerges from seclusion," Ditian said coolly, "you're not leaving. Understand?"
"Ditian, don't test me! If I want to leave, no one can stop me!"
Ditian said nothing. Instead, he raised one claw—a dragon talon that shimmered with divine light—the Dragon God Claw.
It locked Jiang Chen completely.
No ordinary technique could restrain him, but this—this could.
Jiang Chen froze. "Really? You've got nothing better than that blasted claw!?"
Once again, Ditian's "status" within Douluo's long history shifted—from awe-inspiring, to laughable, to formidable, and back again.
A powerful being, yes—but forever inconsistent.
If his strength was too high, it diminished the Dragon God's legend. Too low, and he became a joke.
And so, Ditian existed perpetually in flux—his strength rewritten with each passing age.
Bound by the Dragon God's laws—and the curse of the hundred-thousand-year tribulation for soul beasts—he had trapped himself.
Reduced from the "Black Dragon King" to a cosmic shuttle—a vessel chasing dreams of the stars, yet still a cosmic clown.
But subduing a reincarnated soul beast turned human like Jiang Chen? Child's play.
Ditian smirked. "And what exactly will you do about it?"
Jiang Chen burned with fury.
He wanted to hit the dragon.
"Let me go, I mean it! You'll regret this!"
Ignoring him, Ditian casually flung him back into the villa.
"Biji, keep an eye on him," he ordered before leaving. "He doesn't move until the Master returns."
Jiang Chen clenched his fists in outrage.
"I swear, this is torture!"
Biji—still holding her dragon egg—placed it down gently and smiled. "Jiang Chen, you know what Ditian's like. Don't waste your breath being angry."
"I'm not angry!"
(He was furious.)
"That overgrown lizard isn't worth my time!"
Jiang Chen sighed heavily. "But I want to leave! Do they really expect me to stay here babysitting forever? I've done my time—ten thousand years of this!"
Biji blinked. "If you answer one question for me, I'll cover for you and look the other way."
(END CHAPTER)
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