Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

The sound echoed throughout the academy, penetrating the walls, the towers, and the clouds, reaching far and wide.

Meanwhile, in every corner of the mainland, countless people are doing the same thing—passing on beliefs.

In a military camp in Tiandou City, young soldiers sat together, listening to the old general recount Zhao Feng's story. The old general's voice was old yet powerful as he told how Zhao Feng rose from an ordinary soldier to the commander of the Heroic Army, how he led from the front on the battlefield, how he boosted morale in dire straits, and how he steadfastly upheld his beliefs through a thousand years of solitude.

"Commander Zhao Feng once said something," the old general said, his eyes glistening with tears as he looked at the young soldiers. "He said that true protection is not about how many enemies you kill, but how many people you protect. What we need to protect is not victory, not glory, but those who need our protection."

The young soldiers listened silently, then one of them raised his hand and asked, "General, who is our enemy now?"

The old general was silent for a moment, then said, “Enemies? Perhaps there are no specific enemies. What we must fight is fear, despair, indifference, and selfishness. These are the real enemies, more terrifying than any other enemy, because they destroy us from within.”

The young soldiers nodded thoughtfully.

In a small village outside Tiandou City, an old woman was teaching children to sing. It was an ancient song, a hymn to the heroes passed down from a great battle a thousand years ago. The old woman's voice was no longer clear and crisp, and was even a little off-key, but the children learned very diligently, singing along again and again.

"The spirit of heroes will never fade; the heart of guardianship will be passed down from generation to generation..."

The children's innocent voices echoed through the village, carrying far and wide. Upon hearing the singing, the village elders spontaneously put down their work and listened quietly, their eyes filled with contentment.

In a small town on the border of the Heaven Dou Empire, a young Soul Master is treating the wounded. Although the great war has ended, border conflicts continue, and injured soldiers and civilians need medical care. The young Soul Master's Soul Power is not strong, but his medical skills are excellent, and more importantly, he has enough patience and compassion.

"Thank you, sir." A wounded soldier grasped the young Soul Master's hand, his eyes filled with gratitude.

The young Soul Master smiled and patted the soldier on the shoulder: "No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Lady Qian Renxue, Commander Zhao Feng, and Lord Lin Mo. They taught me what it means to protect."

The soldier paused for a moment, then nodded heavily.

These scenes are constantly unfolding in every corner of the mainland. Belief, like a seed, takes root and sprouts in everyone's heart, then blossoms into different flowers. Some use it to motivate themselves, some use it to help others, some use it to educate future generations, and some use it to warm the world.

The ways in which beliefs are passed on may differ, but the core remains the same—the heroes are immortal, and the protection will never cease.

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Time flies like an arrow, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Heroes' Academy has trained three batches of students, totaling nearly a thousand. These individuals are scattered across the continent; some have become teachers, some doctors, some soldiers, some officials, and others ordinary farmers, craftsmen, or merchants. They are all passing on their beliefs and protecting those around them in their own ways. Su Chen stood atop the Heroes' Academy's high tower, overlooking the entire Heaven Dou City. In three years, Heaven Dou City had become more prosperous and peaceful. The streets bustled with people, children played in the squares, the elderly chatted under the shade of trees, soldiers patrolled the city walls, and Soul Masters trained in the training grounds. Everything was developing in a positive direction.

But Su Chen knew that the peace was only temporary.

Although the Void Cult was severely weakened after the destruction of the Seed of Void, it was not completely wiped out. Their remnants remain hidden in various corners of the continent, secretly accumulating strength, waiting for an opportunity to rise again. Moreover, while the Seed of Void was destroyed, the true form of the Source of Void was not destroyed. The sacrifices of Qian Renxue, Zhao Feng, and Lin Mo only destroyed a projection of the Source of Void's will. The true form of the Source of Void still exists in some unknown space, still seeking an opportunity to invade the Douluo Continent.

"Strategist," Ares's voice came from behind, "The Heavenly Dou Empire's intelligence department has sent an urgent report."

Su Chen took the report, glanced at it, and immediately frowned. The report stated that traces of the Void Cult had been discovered in the far north of the continent. They had established a secret base there and were researching some kind of evil soul tool, which was said to be able to create Void Power by absorbing the souls of soul masters.

“The far north…” Su Chen murmured to himself, “That is the most remote place on the continent, rarely visited by people, and is indeed suitable for hiding.”

"Strategist, what should we do?" Ares asked.

Su Chen was silent for a moment, then said, "Summon the elite students of the Heroes' Academy, let's go to the far north."

"Now?"

“Now.” Su Chen put away the report, a resolute glint in his eyes. “The peace that Lord Qian Renxue, Commander Zhao Feng, and Lord Lin Mo bought with their lives cannot be destroyed by the Void Cult. We must inherit their will and continue to protect this land.”

Ares nodded and turned to gather the students.

Half an hour later, thirty elite students from the Heroes' Academy stood in the square. The oldest among them was only twenty-five years old, and the youngest was only sixteen. They were all wearing the uniform of the Heroes' Academy—white robes with a golden angel wing embroidered on the left chest, the emblem of the Heroes' Academy, symbolizing protection and faith.

Su Chen stood before them, his gaze sweeping across each face. Among these young people, some were exceptionally talented, while others were of average ability, but they all shared one thing in common—their eyes were firm and clear, filled with reverence for the martyrs and a yearning to protect them.

"Everyone," Su Chen began, his voice not loud, but each word clear and forceful, "Today we are going to the far north, where the remnants of the Void Cult are active. They are trying to regroup the power of nothingness through evil means. If they succeed, the sacrifices of Lady Qian Renxue, Commander Zhao Feng, and Lady Lin Mo will have been in vain."

Thirty pairs of eyes gleamed simultaneously, filled with anger, determination, and excitement, but not fear.

"Our mission this time isn't necessarily to fight or eliminate the enemy," Su Chen continued. "Our task is to investigate the situation, gather intelligence, and then come back to formulate a plan. But I must warn you, the people of the Void Cult are all madmen; they'll do anything for the power of the Void. Therefore, this mission carries a certain degree of danger."

"We're not afraid!" A young voice rang out from the crowd. It belonged to an eighteen-year-old boy named Chen Hao, one of the most outstanding students in the third batch of students at the Heroic Martyrs Academy. His martial soul was the Sword of Light, and his soul power level had already reached the Soul King level, making him a standout among his peers. (End of Chapter)