Having absorbed the Ninth Soul Skills of the Two Great Douluo, combined with the Blood Qi that Zhong Yuxing had been pouring into the stone wall for years, the summoning ritual had now reached its final stage, guided by the power of Faith.
The abstract patterns on the stone wall had finally returned to their original appearance. Between the original rough lines, many dark red streaks of Soul Power had emerged. Although there were not many new lines, the combination of their thickness, curvature, and density presented a grand, concise, and clear scene of war before everyone's eyes.
Looking at the scene in the mural, which resembled an ancient war between humans and beasts, Yun Ming felt nothing; after all, resisting beast tides was not uncommon before the era when Soul Beasts were nearly extinct. However, the phantom in the mural, which loomed over all beasts and men and whose true form remained obscured, gave Yun Ming a long-lost, instinctive fear of death. Unlike the other patterns, it possessed a unique spirituality, as if it were alive.
As the mural was completed, the energy at every node of the great formation seemed to reach its limit, projecting a pillar of light that pierced straight into the terrifying, apocalyptic sky above the Dead Realm. Above were thick, chaotic storm clouds with blood-colored lightning roaring incessantly; below lay a pitch-black, bottomless abyss. Coupled with the blood-colored energy pillar connecting heaven and earth, the entire scene was a vision of hell, fitting the tone of whatever Zhong Yuxing was summoning.
"Crack, crack—"
As the so-called Fallen God drew closer, the sky above the Dead Realm began to fracture like a shattering mirror. It seemed that even the Dead Realm, which was essentially a void relative to Douluo Star, was struggling to bear the arrival of this entity. No wonder this had not happened in the original timeline; looking at the current situation, without the Dead Realm, this thing could not have entered at all.
The four Title Douluo watched the sky of the Dead Realm crumbling, their moods growing increasingly oppressive. This was especially true for Demon Bear Douluo; the moment he sensed the summoning formation, his Martial Soul had begun to scream warnings. Now, as the entity drew closer, various negative emotions were growing wildly within him, and even his Soul Power began to spiral out of control.
At this moment, Yun Ming and the others noticed the abnormal behavior of Demon Bear Douluo. Ghost frowned and spoke up.
"Old Bear, what is wrong with you?"
At the same time, the black ghost energy in his hands was ready to strike. The expression on Demon Bear Douluo's face was simply too bizarre; his eyes had transformed into bear eyes, but instead of the usual pitch-black pupils, they were now the color of blood-ink, and his expression was half-ferocious, half-agonized.
"I don't know, I just feel a manic rage inside, a desire to destroy something," Demon Bear Douluo said, using his Reason to suppress the urge to destroy as he explained his condition.
After glancing at Demon Bear Douluo, Yun Ming swept his gaze over the rest of the Martial Soul Hall members and discovered that, with the exception of Gu Rong, all those who possessed Beast Spirits seemed to be in the same state. Even the Black Hawk Soul Douluo on the other side was no different.
Zhong Yuxing spoke, sounding both like an explanation and a warning.
"Yi Lao, you should leave first! Those with Beast Spirits cannot resist the power of the Fallen God."
Yi Ren clearly knew this information already; without hesitation, he chose to retreat immediately.
The Martial Soul Hall side, hearing the opponent's words, made the same arrangements. Demon Bear Douluo, knowing his current state was wrong, agreed immediately and led everyone below the Title Douluo rank away from the area, chasing after Yi Ren.
Yun Ming suggested, "Senior Gu, you should go and watch over them as well. We don't know how far the influence will reach."
If Demon Bear Douluo were to lose control before leaving the range of influence, the surrounding Soul Masters or civilians would be doomed.
Gu Rong nodded upon hearing this, vanished into the Void, and gave chase. This left only Yun Ming, the other two Title Douluo, and Zhong Yuxing to confront one another. Looking at Zhong Yuxing, Yun Ming frowned and asked.
"Why warn us? The relationship between you and us doesn't seem to be one of friendship."
Yun Ming did not quite understand the other's intentions.
Zhong Yuxing smiled and said nonchalantly, "No special reason. I just don't want to see more innocent people die."
Yue Guan and Ghost felt confused upon hearing this. For a butcher who had slaughtered clans and didn't even care about his own family to say such things felt absurd. Yue Guan retorted, "Isn't it a bit late for President Zhong to say that? If you didn't want to see the innocent die, you shouldn't have started your bloody plan."
Zhong Yuxing looked at Yue Guan and said, "There is no help for it. Everything has a priority, and there is always a price to pay. If I want to realize my plan, this is the only way."
Hearing this, Yun Ming finally understood Zhong Yuxing a little. He did not lack concern for Life; he had simply made a trade-off. The foundation behind his paranoia was not madness, but absolute Reason. For a human to be rational and cold to this degree was, in itself, a certain level of attainment.
Although what the man was doing was wrong, Yun Ming truly admired his willpower. He was the second person Yun Ming had met in his past or present life whose character he could truly respect.
In this short span of time, the sky above the Dead Realm had become covered in dense cracks, and the phantom of the so-called 'Fallen God' had appeared on the horizon. Its horns were like a deer's, its head like a camel's, its eyes like a rabbit's, its neck like a snake's, its belly like a clam's, its scales like a fish's, its claws like an eagle's, its palms like a tiger's, and its ears like a cow's. Its body contained the features of many Soul Beasts, looking very much like a True Dragon that had fallen into demonic ways. Yet, its voice did not sound like a normal dragon's roar, but rather like the shrieking of a vengeful ghost, sounding both terrifying and sinister.
Seeing that the world barrier had reached its limit and was only half a step away from entering the Douluo Continent, Zhong Yuxing completed his Martial Soul Avatar once more. Dark red dragon scales covered his body, and dragon claws, dragon wings, and a spine grew out. Although these dragon parts were not as thick or imposing as those of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit, giving off a sense of illusion, Zhong Yuxing had indeed completed the Dragon Transformation unique to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit of the current continent.
The two Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, were stunned. What kind of dragon spirit was this? Its aura was so violent and sinister, completely lacking the pressure that normal dragons exerted over all beasts; instead, one could only feel resentment.
Yun Ming did not recognize this dragon either, but he felt that the aura on Zhong Yuxing was identical to the one currently breaking through the Douluo barrier.
Zhong Yuxing did not stop, pouring all his Soul Power into the illusory patterns on the stone wall, adding the final force to crush the world for the entity from beyond.
"Descend!!"
"Crack—"
With a roar from Zhong Yuxing, the world barrier above the Dead Realm shattered, and a terrifying aura that even made Yun Ming's heart tremble descended upon the Douluo Continent. The aura pierced through the Dead Realm and spread across the entire Douluo Star.
Inside the Douluo Hall of Martial Soul City, the tall, solemn, and sacred statue of the Angel God suddenly erupted with ten thousand rays of golden light. An Angel Phantom, whose height seemed endless, emerged. The entire Martial Soul City felt a supreme majesty descend upon the holy city, with holy light shining upon the earth to prevent the invasion of evil.
Before the statue, the two beauties who were busy completing their tasks were stunned to see the Angel statue suddenly exert its power. Not knowing what had happened, they turned to look at Qian Daoliu, who was accompanying them in their training.
Qian Daoliu was also bewildered. In all his years, he had never seen the Angel statue react so strongly; not even when the two girls were undergoing their Ninth Trials had it reacted like this. What was going on?
Fortunately, Qian Daoliu was needed now, and his "boss" made the task clear. A divine oracle was transmitted directly into Qian Daoliu's mind. The content was simple, summarized in six words: 'Enter Heaven Dou, slay the evil.' The boss had even thoughtfully opened a Space Gate for him.
After receiving the oracle, Qian Daoliu opened his eyes and saw two pairs of confused eyes staring at him. He had no time to explain, only saying briefly, "The God has issued a decree; I must go out."
With that, he stepped into the Space Gate and vanished.
Seeing the old man leave so hurriedly without leaving any information, the two sisters could only continue their God Trial.
The same thing was happening on Sea God Island.
Watching the sea suddenly begin to roar and the Sea God's Light shine across Sea God Island, Seahorse Douluo, who had been watching Tang San complete his God Trial, changed his expression. He transformed into a beam of soul light and headed toward the hall where the High Priest resided. The other six Pillar Title Douluo did the same, but when they arrived, the High Priest was already gone.
This time, the enemy was beyond their capacity. She had also received a divine oracle and was ordered to head to Heaven Dou to slay the demon.
Aside from these two, Bibi Dong and the core of Star Dou Forest also sensed the arrival of the otherworldly visitor. However, one had a god behind her who wasn't interested, and the other didn't dare to show himself, so neither participated in this grand drama.
Yun Ming looked at the illusory Magic Dragon that seemed quite excited above the Dead Realm, feeling a pressure as heavy as a mountain weighing down on his shoulders. It was only after summoning his Atlas Divine Spear that he felt slightly better. Sensing that the entity truly possessed divine power, Yun Ming's heart sank to the bottom; the situation was beginning to spiral out of control.
If even Yun Ming felt this way, there was no need to ask about the state of Yue Guan and Ghost; they were pressed to the ground on the spot. Forget about fighting—simply being able to stand in front of the entity would be considered a success.
Fortunately, the Magic Dragon seemed too excited at the moment to pay them any mind, merely letting out continuous, miserable shrieks.
"Wuwuwawa—(This god has finally broken free, hahahahaha!)"
Zhong Yuxing felt the power of the Magic Dragon above, a force in a completely different dimension from his own Title Douluo soul power. A glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes; it was truly different, and this was definitely not something that power at the Title level could compare to. He knelt on one knee in the void, speaking to the Magic Dragon with a pious expression.
"Congratulations to the Fallen God, for successfully descending upon the Douluo Continent!"
Hearing the congratulations from the person who had contributed the most to his escape, the Fallen God stopped his shrieking and spoke in human language, his voice like thunder.
"Zhong Yuxing, you have done well. That I could descend into this world is a feat for which you deserve the greatest credit."
"Speak! Whatever reward you desire, this god can satisfy you!"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuxing spoke respectfully.
"To be able to serve by the Fallen God's side is already the greatest honor of my life; what need is there for any reward? If I must ask for a reward, I only hope to continue serving you in the future."
He then bowed deeply toward the Magic Dragon in the sky.
Hearing what Zhong Yuxing said below, a strange look flashed quickly in the Magic Dragon's eyes. Without letting anyone notice, he spoke again.
"If that is the case, then it is naturally this god's fortune."
Just as the Magic Dragon was about to say something more, two spatial portals suddenly appeared above Yun Ming. A handsome middle-aged man in grey robes and a gentle, beautiful woman in red robes stepped out from behind the doors respectively.
As soon as the two arrived, they sensed the monstrous evil aura in the area. They frowned in unison, and then, without prior agreement, released their two god-level spirits.
A thousand-meter-tall Six-Winged Angel Phantom, supreme and holy, emerged. Sacred light sprinkled down upon the Human World, cleansing the evil spirits of this place and shielding the believers who were not so pious. (Yes, I am talking about you two, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, who threw yourselves under the Rakshasa banner.)
With Qian Daoliu's assistance, the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Two Douluo were finally able to stand up, and they immediately bowed to Qian Daoliu to express their gratitude.
"Many thanks, Grand Offering!" x2
However, their greeting did not receive a response, because the man named Qian had already had his attention completely captured by the movement on the other side.
She appeared to be about one meter eighty in height, her entire body shrouded in a layer of bright red robes. Her sea-blue long hair draped behind her, nearly reaching the ground when spread out. Her soft, beautiful face looked to be at most thirty years old. Her beauty stemmed more from her temperament—noble, elegant, and warmly gentle.
In her right hand, she held a three-meter-long scepter. The scepter was golden, just like the gold that had appeared in the skyline earlier. Its entire body was carved with magic patterns, and the head of the staff featured a diamond-shaped protrusion like a spearhead. Five inches below the tip of that spearhead, a diamond-shaped golden gemstone was embedded.
If one were to judge solely by appearance, she was an incomparable beauty, but her temperament was something no one could compare to; even the Martial Soul Hall Pope, Bibi Dong, was inferior to her in terms of aura. What was most surprising were her eyes—clear blue orbs deeper than the ocean, within which the gentle vicissitudes of life seemed to have experienced eternal ages.
This person was none other than the High Priest of Sea God Island, the object of Qian Daoliu's unrequited love: Bo Saixi.
On this side, an incomparable aura of majesty was released from Bo Saixi. Under the reflection of the vast blue light, a huge golden phantom slowly emerged behind her. The phantom was in human form, and the majestic aura was released from it. Although its face could not be seen clearly, one could vaguely see that the phantom held a huge Trident in its hand. It was her god-bestowed spirit, the Sea God.
Although the Sea God spirit was not as strong as the Six-Winged Angel in terms of holy-to-evil specialization, it also possessed the light attribute. Its appearance further dissipated the evil pressure belonging to the Fallen God.
Bo Saixi also sensed the powerful holy power of the Six-Winged Angel and naturally discovered Qian Daoliu. She turned her head toward Qian Daoliu, who had a complex look in his eyes, and said.
"Brother Qian, long time no see!"
Hearing the greeting from the woman of his twilight-romance dreams, Qian Daoliu also responded.
"Indeed! Long time no see. Xiao Xi, you are still as beautiful as ever!"
Bo Saixi replied to this.
"Brother Qian, you are still as smooth-tongued as ever."
Yue Guan, Ghost: "..."
They suddenly felt that they shouldn't have stood up; this scene didn't seem like something they were meant to watch.
Seeing the appearance of Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi, Yun Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He really couldn't take down the Fallen God alone, but now with two quasi-god reinforcements, it was perfect! It was just that this plot development seemed to have gone a bit off-track! A perfectly good defense of the Douluo Continent, and before the fight even started, how did the style shift into a romance drama?
When the Fallen God saw the two appear, he naturally understood that those hypocritical gods in the God Realm had discovered him. After all, the scent of gods on the two people opposite him was too strong. However, these two had come for him, yet they were chatting—wasn't that a bit disrespectful to him?
The Fallen God was already annoyed by those gods, and now that the people sent by the other side seemed to be ignoring him, he immediately sneered.
"Running dogs, if your masters won't come, do they want you to take this god's life?"
The two, who had only exchanged a few words, heard the Fallen God insulting their faith and turned their attention back to the matter at hand. Sensing the aura of divine power on the other party, they finally understood why the God Realm had intervened in the lower realm for the first time in history.
Qian Daoliu had no intention of wasting words with the Fallen God; for evil heretics, he would just let his sword do the talking. He smiled at Bo Saixi beside him.
"Xiao Xi, it seems we have come for the same purpose."
Bo Saixi responded with a faint smile.
"It seems so. Then let us cooperate well for once!"
She also had no intention of wasting words with the Fallen God.
One condensed a holy sword, the other raised a scepter. The terrifying cultivation of the invincible sea and sky of this era began to erupt in full force. The Angel Holy Light and the Sea God's Light exerted their power together, beginning to counter the Fallen God's resentful divine power.
Qian Daoliu had no intention of testing the waters; he directly activated his Spirit Avatar and Angel Domain. The huge Angel Phantom behind him, under the reinforcement of his formidable soul power, appeared as if the true Angel God had descended. Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Daoliu slashed fiercely at the Magic Dragon in the sky with his sword.
The great battle officially erupted—
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