Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1726 The Crimson Scheme That Changed Future Generations
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The two fell silent, the air seemed to freeze, and a heavy, sticky sense of oppression pressed against their chests, making them feel suffocated.

And then there's that "Ancient Death Spiral Array," whose very name sounds ominous. Chen Weizhe frowned deeply as he began his increasingly chilling calculations.

"Didn't the Chen family pry that 'Ancient Death Spiral Array' thing from Scarlet's side? They say this weird thing can help you break through bottlenecks..."

"Damn! The golden age for us Soul Masters to break through to the Title Douluo level, if this broken formation messes it up... it might delay it by many years!"

He was working hard, "After all this, the number of those 'seeds' who are qualified and have the potential to break through the title threshold—that is, high-level Soul Douluo—will definitely increase dramatically!"

He slowly extended three or four fingers: "Just considering Crimson's eight regular legions... their accumulated wealth over the years, plus high-level Soul Douluos, is at least... thirty or forty people!"

Zuo Tinggang swallowed hard; he could already guess what Old Chen was going to say next.

“And in recent years…” Chen Weizhe’s brows furrowed deeply, his voice carrying a cold, logical thread, “The Crimson Church has reversed its old habit of only launching large-scale attacks on the eve of a catastrophe, frequently acting prematurely and causing trouble everywhere… We always thought they had changed their strategy, preparing for the impending catastrophe. Now it seems…”

"Damn it! Their deeper purpose is probably to collect a large amount of high-intensity living blood essence for the activation and operation of that damn magic array!"

Chen Weizhe spoke softer and softer, but his words pierced Zuo Tinggang's heart like an ice pick: "Attempting to break through the title seal in this way... will inevitably result in losses, and not everyone can succeed... But what if there were thirty or forty veterans, desperately trying to break through with some kind of magic array? What if, even if they could get through a third or half of it..."

Before he could finish speaking, a bone-chilling cold suddenly gripped Zuo Tinggang, making him feel as if half of his blood had turned cold, and he instinctively shivered.

Immediately afterward, Chen Weizhe's devilish deductions once again pierced his ears: "Thirty years old or so. Those who survived the last catastrophe early, those who were lucky enough to survive, like old coffin-stuffers like Zhai Henbai... I reckon we can still find a few. So..."

Chen Weizhe paused, his voice so heavy it was almost imperceptible: "Add to that the current batch of high-level Soul Douluos who are desperately trying to break through using evil techniques... if a dozen or so actually succeed in breaking through..."

"I estimate that the total number of Title Douluos possessed by the Crimson Church is very likely to reach... fifty!"

"Damn! What's even more deadly is..."

Chen Weizhe's voice suddenly carried a sense of helplessness that made him want to curse, "High-level Soul Douluos, their numbers are not fixed, they can keep climbing up from the middle-level, the initial-level, and even the Soul Saint group."

"If the Crimson Church's evil training system continues to operate, in ten years..."

As he spoke, he seemed to catch his breath, taking a deep breath before continuing, "When the cataclysm truly sweeps across the land, how many Title Douluos will our Soul Master world have to face? Dozens? Damn it!"

This unquantifiable "dozens" was like an invisible blade, instantly piercing through all of Zuo Tinggang's psychological defenses.

Large beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cold, stern face.

The devastating scene uncontrollably flashed through his mind:

Ten years later... The Crimson Church waved terrifying banners bearing sixty, seventy... or even as many as eighty Title Douluo, and its military might swept towards the Soul Master world like a world-destroying torrent.

At that time, those currently renowned forces, as well as numerous second- and third-rate forces, hundreds of first-rate forces, and sixty top-tier forces... will likely be destroyed like rotten wood and sandcastles in the face of this torrent.

Rivers of blood flowed! Sects were annihilated! Ancestral temples crumbled!
Even the two great empires of Tiandou and Xingluo, and super powers with a history of ten thousand years and profound foundations, would be severely weakened and riddled with holes under this large-scale sea of ​​titled forces.

Even more terrifying is that those alien forces that were able to recuperate and rebuild after the last catastrophe ended prematurely will surely raise their swords again and make a comeback!
The Soul Master world suffered unprecedented damage, and with mountains and rivers shattered, fields turned to scorched earth, prosperous cities transformed into ghost realms, and countless white bones piled up like mountains... it would be a true hell on earth!

He couldn't even imagine the staggering death toll!

Could it be that the dark catastrophe of 2,500 years ago will be repeated?
At that time, half of the mainland's territory fell under the iron heel of foreign invaders, and the population loss was as high as 50% to 60%... That's the loss of more than a billion lives!

Two ancient empires were torn apart and replaced in this catastrophe...

The more Zuo Tinggang thought about it, the more his heart sank, as if he had fallen into a bottomless ice cave.

His face changed rapidly between ashen, pale, and crimson; his jaw clenched, and his facial muscles began to spasm and contort unnaturally, as if he were under some kind of invisible, immense pressure.

Fear and anger nearly consumed his reason.

The figure perched high in the clouds trembled almost imperceptibly, and the hands that once defeated enemies with ease were now clenched white.

The clamor and carnage of the mortal world below seemed distant, yet they were reflected with unparalleled clarity in his pupils, which were gripped by an immense sense of crisis, foreshadowing a cold history that might soon repeat itself.

Chen Weining's expression was equally grim.

Thanks to the Chen family, they have acquired some good things over the years, especially the Life Dew (essence), which has an exceptionally good effect on their Xuan Tian Gourd Martial Soul. Combined with their own family's reserves, he broke through to the Title Douluo level in one fell swoop, and the family now has three Title Douluo.

But, in the face of such a powerful trend, it's not enough.

We still need to think of a way.

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Chen Weizhe and Zuo Tinggang's insightful and forward-looking analysis of the future crisis, which they discussed in the cloud, eventually reached Chen Xiaojun's ears.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaojun was also deeply shocked and enlightened.

He finally understood that perhaps it was this terrifying pattern of building titled behemoths by relying on evil methods, which was hidden behind the catastrophe, that led to the decline of major forces, the disappearance of many inheritances, and the significant decline in the overall strength of Soul Masters that we see in later generations.

(End of this chapter)