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

Chapter 1742 Bloodlust: The Egg of the Venerable One

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They kept dispersing like this until only five titles remained.

As if after a long and oppressive ordeal, the narrow passage suddenly widened, and the view ahead opened up!
An unimaginably vast underground cavern appeared before them.

The cave is estimated to be two to three hundred meters deep, and what supports this space is not a rock dome, but countless writhing, dark red, massive fleshy walls with intertwined veins!
The flesh walls emitted a dark red glow and pulsated rhythmically, like the inner cavity of a giant creature's heart.

Thick, dark red liquid, emitting a pungent smell of rust and decay, slowly flowed and gurgled in the grooves formed by the recesses in the cavity walls, converging towards the very center of the cave.

There was an even larger, basin-shaped cavity formed from piled-up flesh and blood, like a strange "flower stamen," filled with a nearly boiling pool of viscous blood.

As the blood surged, numerous bubbles burst forth, releasing nauseatingly hot and foul-smelling steam.

And in the very center of this blood-red pool of water, there floated an "object" that could not be described in words.

It was an enormous "egg"!
The eggshell is not smooth and hard, but is forcibly glued together by countless layers of writhing, painfully twisted human fascia, skin fragments, and even not-yet-completely-melted bones!

Most horrifyingly, on the filthy surface of these "eggshells" are embedded living human faces.

These faces included men, women, young and old, and without exception, their expressions were frozen in the abyss of extreme pain and despair. Their mouths were wide open in silence, their empty eye sockets seemed to be staring at the intruders, and only weak, thread-like, yet continuous, low moans filled with endless resentment could be heard from their throats.

The agonizing cries of these countless beings converge to form a mental background sound that erodes all reason and drives people to despair and madness—the "Egg of Bloodlust"!
The moment the five Title Douluos stepped into this final purgatory, an extremely powerful, evil pressure, seemingly emanating from the deepest depths of the Nine Netherworlds, suddenly descended.

The blood pool churned and boiled!
The figure of a hunched, gaunt old man dressed in a tattered dark red sacrificial robe emerged from the depths of the blood pool and slowly appeared before the giant blood egg.

His skin was like dried tree bark, tightly wrapped around his bones, but his eyes shone with an eerie light, flashing with a greedy and mad red light, and his body was surrounded by a tangible scarlet blood aura.

It was none other than the Blood Desire Cult's supreme leader in Heaven Dou City, a level 95 Title Douluo—"Blood Feeding Venerable" Azmonk!
“Hehehe…” Azmonk let out a hoarse, shrill laugh, his eerie red eyes sweeping over the five people before finally settling on Tong Yangyuan, who was in the lead. His voice was like sandpaper rubbing: “You lackeys of the Empire… to actually find your way to the depths of this ‘Sanctuary’, you have underestimated the noses of such cowards.”

Tong Yangyuan's face was ashen. He pierced through the pervasive bloody steam and stared directly at Azmonk, his expression filled with unquestionable authority and icy rage: "Azmonk, you demons, you have fed this monstrous creature with the flesh and blood of countless people, creating an insurmountable blood debt. This is a hellish realm that incurs the wrath of both gods and men!"

"Today, by the Emperor's decree, we are here to exterminate evil and destroy defilement. Your cult's remaining poison must be eradicated here!"

"Purge?" Azmonk seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world. His withered claws slowly stroked the contorted, agonizing face on the giant blood egg beside him, eliciting a silent shriek from the face. The red light in his eyes intensified, filled with a fanatical devotion and blasphemous fervor: "Foolish! How could you ants, blinded by worldly concerns, possibly comprehend the supreme feat bestowed by the Blood God?"

"This 'Bloodlust Holy Egg' gives birth to the supreme Holy Spirit of our religion. It is the ultimate sublimation of the life essence of countless lowly beings. It is their honor to become the sacrifice for the birth of the Holy Spirit!"

"Today you have trespassed into the sacred land and disturbed the descent of the Holy Spirit... Perfect! I'll use the souls, blood, and spirits of you five Title Douluos to offer the Holy Spirit the most perfect sacrifice! Hehehe..."

Golden-red flames surged around Tong Yangyuan, emanating a sacred and majestic aura that pushed back the pervasive evil pressure by several feet. He declared decisively, "To blaspheme against living beings and to attempt to become an evil god is a crime deserving of death! This wicked creature will be destroyed today! You will not escape divine punishment!"

"Divine punishment? Hahahaha!" Azmonk laughed wildly, the phantom of the Soul-Devouring Stomach behind him churning violently, the dripping viscous fluid seemingly corroding the space itself: "In this Holy Land of the Blood God, I am the heavens! The Holy Spirit descends, and none can stop me! You... will all pay the price!"

His martial spirit materialized and manifested behind him—not a specific weapon or beast martial spirit, but a crimson abyss that wriggled and churned like the stomach of a giant beast, dripping with strong acidic mucus from its edges, constantly digesting the illusory, wailing remnants of souls—"Soul-Devouring Stomach"!
Yes, his martial soul is the stomach, a mutated body-based martial soul.

Azmonk stopped talking nonsense, slammed his withered hand against the Bloodlust Egg, and shrieked with ancient evil words, instantly stirring up the boundless resentment and life force within the egg.

Amidst the chanting, the floating blood eggs throbbed violently as if their hearts were about to burst, and countless painful faces on the eggshells emitted shrill screams.

"Hiss—!" A piercing scream, as if tearing through space, echoed throughout the underground cave!
The eggshell burst open under the terrifying internal pressure, and the flesh and tendons blossomed like flowers, splattering foul-smelling fluid everywhere.

At the core of the explosion, a thick, tangible torrent of dark red energy, surging with billions of vengeful spirits and exuding an extreme blasphemous and devouring desire, erupted forth.

The torrent frantically coalesced and shaped, transforming into a massive, twisted, geometrically irregular, and constantly churning mass of flesh and blood amidst Azmonk's maniacal laughter.

Its main body resembles a mountain of flesh made up of countless molten limbs, covered with a scarlet "outer membrane" dripping with acid. A gaping maw filled with spiraling teeth splits open in the lower middle, churning a dark red vortex that devours everything. Its body surface is constantly piercing out barbed fleshy tentacles or sharp bone spurs.

The most horrifying thing is the pained face that keeps appearing, struggling, and being devoured on the surface of flesh and blood—those are fragments of the soul that failed to be forged.

This is the terrifying creation that the Bloodlust Cult gave birth to through its supreme evil magic and by sacrificing an enormous amount of the life essence and blood of living beings—the "Throat of Devouring Fiends"!
The moment the Maw of Devouring was born, it let out a terrifying roar that shook the soul. Its huge suction mouth suddenly aimed at Lei Xing and Shi Yuanyuan at the front, and a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted.

The rubble on the ground, the flowing, sticky blood and mud, and even the particles of souls floating in the air were all frantically swept towards that gaping maw of the abyss.

"Stubborn fool, take action!" Imperial Censor Tong Yangyuan shouted, his voice like the cry of a phoenix in the heavens, clear and stirring, instantly overpowering the evil screech of the Devouring Throat.

Almost simultaneously, the five titled Douluo each displayed their abilities.

(End of this chapter)