Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 743 New Life in the Abyss

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the ninety-fifth floor of the Mingdu Chuanling Tower, casting a long and narrow spot of light on the smooth floor.

The air was still filled with the lingering fragrance of last night, mixed with the unique coolness of the morning, making everything in the bedroom shrouded in a quiet and subtle atmosphere.

"No~"

Nunnally curled up on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers unconsciously hooked on the corner of the silk quilt, until a light sigh escaped from her throat, and she stretched lazily.

The slight "clicking" sound of the joints broke the silence in the room.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and slowly glanced at her side - Nan Fusheng was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, breathing evenly, while Fors was lying on her side with her arms around him, her long hair spread out on the pure white pillow like ink, and her profile outlined a soft contour in the morning light.

Looking at this scene, Nanali's pupils suddenly contracted, and then were covered with an indescribable joy.

She held her breath, her fingertips trembling slightly, and she kept chewing on a thought in her mind: "This woman's control over me has failed. At the very least, her ability to control me is not as strong as before."

The scene of last night replayed clearly in her mind: when she deliberately competed with Fors for the right to speak on the "first mating right", the flash in the woman's eyes was not the expected anger, but an almost playful scrutiny;

When she arrogantly asked Fors to give her a back massage, he was silent for a moment before actually pressing his fingers on her shoulders and neck.

In Nanali's view, this was undoubtedly an unprecedented show of weakness.

Just like in a certain absurd story, the mistress insisted on competing with the wife for the husband, and even asked the wife to be there to "cheer up the fun". Any woman with a little dignity should stand up and protest instead of compromising so "meekly".

Although Fors had helped Xu Xiaoyan push her back before, Xu Xiaoyan was also his legal wife, and the situation was completely different.

In Nunnally's deep-rooted prejudice, Fors has always been a strong and controlling person. In the past, whenever she showed a little bit of overstepping, she was often greeted with thunder-like suppression, or even "torture" that made her soul tremble.

But last night's abnormality was like a crack, allowing her to glimpse the possibility of "breaking free from control".

"If becoming an Extreme Douluo still cannot free myself from control, then I..." This thought stopped her abruptly, and she dared not think any further.

Nanali shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the inexplicable fear: "What are you thinking about? Don't scare yourself. That woman's trick must have failed."

She patted her face, as if to brush away all the negative emotions, and tried to cheer herself up.

"But we still need to do a few more experiments to test this woman's bottom line."

Nanali's gaze stayed on Nan Fusheng. She knew better than anyone how much Fors cared about this man. As long as she made a fuss about Nan Fusheng, she could easily stir Fors's mood.

This was the "breakthrough" she had been planning for a long time, and she considered it to be the most effective "weapon".

"If you want to provoke the other party, then starting with Nan Fusheng is obviously a good choice." There was a cunning light in Nanali's eyes, like a child who found an interesting toy.

She licked her lips, already having a plan in mind: "Just think of it as breakfast."

This metaphor made her chuckle. She leaned over and gently grasped Nan Fusheng's wrist, which was outside the quilt. As soon as her fingertips touched his skin, she suddenly pried open Fors's fingers that were wrapped around his arm.

The action was not gentle at all, it was even deliberately offensive.

Fors's eyelashes trembled, as if disturbed by the noise, and her brows slightly frowned.

After doing all this, Nanali quickly hid her head in the warm quilt like a frightened little animal, leaving only her messy hair exposed.

The bed was dark, but she felt an inexplicable sense of security. She curled up in it, her heart pounding, and her mind kept rehearsing the scenes that might happen next.

"I must do something big today." Nanali said to herself silently in her heart. She didn't know what consequences her "experiment" would bring, nor did she know whether Fors's "control ability was weakened" or whether a bigger "storm" was brewing.

But at this moment, the sunlight has gradually filled the entire room, dyeing everything inside with a layer of warm gold.

The Ming capital city outside the window also began to wake up, and faint noises could be heard.

"Sizzle～～" A sound like sucking was heard.

"Gurgle～～" It sounded like the sound of swallowing.

In a room on the ninety-fifth floor, a silent "war" seemed to be about to begin.

……

Abyssal plane.

The gray wind swept across the cracked earth of the abyss plane like an eternal wail.

In this world formed by endless ashes, desolation is the only background color - the sky is a lead-gray curtain, the earth is a charred crust, and as far as the eye can see, even the distant horizon melts into a deeper gray.

There is no glow of the sun, moon, and stars, no signs of life sprouting, only despair that floods over every inch of land like a tide, weaving an endless cage in the silence.

On the vast gray plains of the ninth layer of the Abyss Plane, a pitch-black mountain rises from the ground like an obsidian cone piercing into the gray curtain.

On the top of the mountain, more than a hundred slender figures were either living in the crevices of the rocks or entrenched on the steep cliffs. They were wearing black leather armor that fit tightly to their bodies, and two pairs of ink-colored wing membranes covered with fine scales stretched out from their backs - this was the royal family of the abyss plane, the "Black Emperor Clan".

From a human aesthetic perspective, these female creatures are bizarre beauties: their faces are delicate and almost enchanting, their skin glows like cold jade under the gray sky, and the black leather clothes wrapped around their slender bodies outline breathtaking curves.

The only thing that defies common sense is their size - the tribesmen at the foot of the mountain are up to three meters tall, with muscles bulging with inhuman strength;
The closer they got to the top of the mountain, the more their figures resembled human proportions, but they exuded a terrifying pressure that made the air stagnate.

Even the weakest member of the Black Emperor clan at the foot of the mountain has an aura that is enough to make the Titled Douluo in the human soul master world take notice.

If the soldiers of the Blood God Legion saw this scene, they would probably be scared out of their wits in an instant - these royal families tempered by the energy of the abyss, each adult has the combat power of the Titled Douluo level, and they rely on the most fundamental "devouring power" of the abyss plane for survival. Those ink-colored wing membranes are not only organs for flying, but also deadly weapons that tear apart space and devour energy, and have turned countless soul masters of the Douluo Continent into dry bones.

At the top of Black Emperor Mountain, on a platform made of black crystal, the female creature sitting on the throne opened her eyes.

Her body shape was no different from that of a human, but her appearance was more beautiful than any other woman in the tribe - her eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, her eyes were like cold pools, and her lips were the color of almost solidified blood. The aura emanating from her body was not the violent energy of the abyss, but a more restrained and deadly sense of oppression.

She is the ruler of the ninth layer of the abyss, the true emperor of the Black Emperor clan - the Black Emperor.

"call--"

With a soft sound, a drop-shaped colorless crystal floated out from her lips and floated above her palm. The crystal seemed to be crystal clear, but it faintly flowed with an extremely cold halo, forming a strange confrontation with the gray abyss energy around it.

What’s even more amazing is that the surface of the crystal pulsates in a regular pattern, making a “bang, bang, bang” sound like a beating heart.

The Black Emperor stared at the crystal, a complex light flashing in his dark pupils: "The power of the Ice God's Heart has gradually become compatible with my origin. Next, I just need to accumulate energy and wait for it to truly take shape."

She slightly opened her red lips and swallowed the crystal into her stomach again. At the same time, the power of the abyss core in her body surged out like a black tide, entwining the surface of the crystal, trying to immerse this relic from the gods with the energy of the abyss.

However, the difficulty of accumulating energy made Black Emperor frown slightly. She knew that the energy required for this Ice God Heart was by no means a small amount - even if she poured all her own Abyss Core Power into it, it would probably be difficult to meet its transformation needs.

What's even more troublesome is that the Abyss Plane is the absolute domain of the Abyss Saint Lord, and any large-scale energy movement cannot escape the perception of that supreme being.

At this moment, she dared to let the Heart of the Ice God leave her body briefly, all thanks to the means she had applied to the surface of the crystal at the beginning, which shielded the fluctuations of its divine energy.

That’s right, the Heart of the Ice God in the Black Emperor’s body was sent by Nan Fusheng.

After obtaining the Heart of the Ice God, no one else needed it and he didn't need it either.

So not long ago, Nan Fusheng used his own abilities to make an incredible transformation to the Heart of the Ice God: he forcibly compressed the vast soul power inside to the critical point, and then integrated a large amount of his own blood and time worms as the "spark of life", forcibly transforming this artifact into an incomplete life embryo.

The reason why it is called "incomplete" is that this embryo only has the characteristics of life, but lacks autonomous consciousness and a complete divine structure. It is more like a "container of God" waiting to be filled with energy.

Needless to say, how powerful the energy inside the Ice God's Heart is.

The federal headquarters had checked it before, and the energy contained inside was even enough to create a new god-killing soul-guided cannonball.

"Why does it have to be bred in the Abyss?"

The Black Emperor once asked Nan Fusheng through a spiritual connection. The answer he got was a little playful: "The rules of Douluo Continent are too 'clean'. I want to see what kind of existence will be born when this artifact is soaked in the power of the abyss - a new god, or... a monster that devours the gods?"

Then, Nan Fusheng used the ability of the "gate" to accurately locate his clone "Black Emperor" in the abyss plane and implanted the embryo with subversive potential into his body.

For him, the Abyss Plane is both the most dangerous incubator and the most perfect experimental field - the energy here is complex and violent, which can serve as a furnace for tempering. And the Black Emperor, as his clone, will naturally spare no effort to complete the birth of this taboo.

The Black Emperor swallowed the Heart of the Ice God into his body again, and the power of the core of the abyss surged in like a tide, enveloping the icy crystal.

She could clearly sense the transformation inside the embryo: the originally pure power of the Ice God was being reshaped by the laws of the abyss, and the cold air that was strong enough to freeze the stars was now wrapped in a black coat that devoured everything.

Instead of repelling each other, the two completely opposite forces gave rise to a completely new form of energy.

The embryonic form of this composite power secretly shocked Black Emperor. She could sense that once this embryo was fully formed, its power level would surpass her own.

"The devouring ability will be stronger, and it may even derive some other abilities..." The Black Emperor tapped the throne armrests unconsciously with his fingertips, and the magic pattern left a faint burn mark on the stone surface, "But this form..."

She suddenly looked down at her flat belly. The crystal was floating in her dantian, like a blue heart wrapped in black energy. Every beat made her feel the throbbing of life.

An absurd but lingering thought came to my mind: "Is this embryo considered my child? When it is formed, I won't have to give birth to it, right?"

As the emperor of the abyss, the Black Emperor has a vague concept of "reproduction".

The birth of abyssal creatures follows the pure law of energy - as long as the core of the abyss has enough energy, it can condense into a physical entity. Just like those Black Royal Clan members at the foot of the mountain, they were all created by her stripping energy from the core of the abyss.

Their life form is closer to an energy aggregate, and death is nothing more than the process of energy returning to the abyss. As long as the core power of the Black Emperor remains, he can continuously reshape the bodies of his people.

She thought of the Black Emperors she had created: they were born from the energy pool at the core of the abyss, with established devouring instincts and combat awareness. They did not need to be fed or taught, and could execute hunting orders as soon as they woke up.

But the Ice God Embryo is different. While absorbing the energy of the abyss, it seems to be subtly affecting her life essence.

"I hope the abyss passage can be opened soon." The Black Emperor looked towards the gray sky, where there was a faint energy vortex slowly rotating. It was a sign that the Abyss Saint Lord was preparing for a large-scale invasion.

The energy demand of the Ice God Embryo far exceeded expectations, and the initial assimilation alone consumed nearly 30% of her Abyss Core Power.

What made her even more worried was that the embryo seemed to have developed a certain "hunger". After each energy infusion, the halo inside the crystal would become brighter and its thirst for energy would become stronger.

She cast her eyes towards the Black Emperors patrolling at the foot of the mountain. These tribesmen, created by her, now became her emergency "energy reserve".

According to the laws of the abyss, she has the right to recycle the energy of her people at any time - when a crisis comes, she can decompose all the Black Emperors into energy flows through the abyss core and merge them into herself.

But this is a double-edged sword: small-scale devouring can be concealed, but if it is recycled on a large scale, the energy fluctuations will inevitably alarm the Sage Lord of the Abyss.

The being entrenched at the bottom of the abyss has an eagle-like sensitivity to any energy anomalies.

"I hope it's too late."

The gray wind still howls, but in this land of endless despair, a seed called "variable" is quietly buried.

(End of this chapter)