Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 750 New Life in the Abyss

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 95th floor of the Mingdu Spirit Pagoda, casting long, narrow patches of light on the polished floor.

The air was still filled with the lingering fragrance of last night, mixed with the slight coolness of the morning, enveloping everything in the bedroom in a tranquil and subtle atmosphere.

"No~"

Nanali curled up on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers unconsciously tugging at the corner of the silk quilt, until a soft sigh escaped her throat, and she lazily stretched.

The soft "clicking" sound of the joints broke the silence of the room.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her gaze slowly sweeping over her side—Nan Fusheng lay supine in the center of the bed, breathing evenly, while Fors lay on her side with her arm around his, her long hair as black as ink spread across the pure white pillow, her profile outlined softly in the morning light.

Seeing this scene, Nanali's pupils suddenly contracted, then were covered by an indescribable joy.

She held her breath, her fingertips trembling slightly, and a thought kept replaying in her mind: "This woman's methods of controlling me have failed. At the very least, her ability to control me is not as strong as before."

The scene from last night replayed clearly in her mind: when she deliberately competed with Fors for the right to "first mate", the woman's eyes did not flash with the expected anger, but with an almost playful scrutiny.

When she arrogantly asked Fors to give her a back massage, he was only 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 some absurd story, the mistress insists on fighting with the wife for her husband, and even demands that the wife "enjoy" the occasion. Any woman with a modicum of dignity should stand up and fight back, instead of so "meekly" compromising.

Although Fors had massaged Xu Xiaoyan's back before, Xu Xiaoyan was now his legal wife, so the situation was not the same.

In Nunnally's deeply ingrained prejudice, Fors has always been a powerful and controlling figure. In the past, whenever Fors showed the slightest sign of overstepping her bounds, she was often met with thunderous suppression, or even "torture" that made her soul tremble.

But last night's unusual behavior, like a crack, allowed her to glimpse the possibility of "breaking free from control."

"If becoming a Limit Douluo still doesn't free me from control, then I..." This thought made her stop abruptly, not daring to think any further.

Nanali shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the inexplicable fear: "What am I thinking? I can't scare myself. That woman's methods must have failed."

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

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

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

This was the "breakthrough" she had been planning for a long time, and also what she considered her most effective "weapon".

“If you want to provoke the other party, then starting with Nan Fusheng is obviously a good choice.” A sly glint flashed in Nanali’s eyes, like a child who had found an interesting toy.

She licked her lips, already having made up her mind: "I'll treat this as breakfast."

The metaphor made her chuckle softly. She leaned down and gently grasped Nan Fusheng's wrist, which was draped outside the blanket. The moment her fingertips touched his skin, she forcefully pried open Fors's fingers that were wrapped around his arm.

The action was far from gentle; it even carried a deliberate offensive connotation.

Fors' eyelashes trembled, seemingly startled by the commotion, and her brows furrowed slightly.

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

The darkness inside the blankets gave her a strange sense of security. She curled up inside, her heart pounding, her mind replaying the scenarios that might happen next.

"I must make a big splash today," Nanali silently told herself. She didn't know what the consequences of her "experiment" would be, nor did she know whether Fors's "control ability had really weakened" or whether he was brewing an even bigger "storm".

But at this moment, the sunlight has gradually filled the entire room, bathing everything in a warm golden hue.

The city of Mingdu outside the window also began to awaken, with faint sounds of commotion drifting in.

"Sizzle~~" A sound like sucking rang out.

"Gulp~~" It sounded like swallowing.

Inside a room on the 95th floor, a silent "war" seems about to begin.

……

Abyssal plane.

The gray wind, like an ancient lament, swept across the cracked earth of the abyss plane.

In this world formed from endless ashes, desolation is the only underlying color—the sky is a leaden 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 haze.

There was no radiance of the sun, moon, or stars, no sign of life sprouting; only despair, like a tide, swept over every inch of land, weaving an endless prison in the silence.

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

At the mountaintop, over a hundred slender figures either dwelled in the crevices of rocks or perched on steep cliffs. They wore black leather armor that clung to their bodies, and two pairs of dark wings covered with fine scales extended from their backs—these were the royal family of the Abyss Plane, the "Black Emperor Clan."

From a human aesthetic perspective, these female creatures are eerily beautiful: their faces are so exquisite they are almost demonic, their skin glows with a cold, jade-like luster under the gray light, and the black leather clothing that covers their slender bodies outlines breathtaking curves.

The only thing that defies common sense is their size—the tribesmen at the foot of the mountain are as tall as three meters, with muscles bulging with inhuman strength;
The closer they got to the mountaintop, the closer their figures became to human proportions, yet they exuded a terrifying pressure that seemed to freeze the very air.

Even the weakest member of the Black Royal Clan at the foot of the mountain possessed an aura that would make even a Title Douluo in the human Soul Master world take notice.

If the warriors of the Blood God Legion were to witness this scene, they would likely be terrified out of their wits in an instant—these royals, forged by the energy of the abyss, each possess the combat power of a Title Douluo in their adult form, and what they rely on for survival is the most primal "devouring power" of the abyss plane. Those dark wing membranes are not only organs for flight, but also deadly weapons that tear through space and devour energy, having turned countless Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent into withered bones.

At the summit of Black Emperor Mountain, on a platform constructed of black crystal, a female creature seated on a throne opened her eyes.

Her body was no different from that of a human, but her appearance was more beautiful than any other woman in the tribe—her eyebrows were sharp as if carved by a knife, her eyes were like cold pools, her lips were almost solidified blood color, and the aura she exuded 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 exhale, a teardrop-shaped, colorless crystal floated from her lips, hovering above her palm. The crystal appeared crystal clear and unadorned, yet it faintly emanated an extremely cold aura, creating an eerie confrontation with the surrounding gray abyssal energy.

Even more astonishingly, the surface of the crystal exhibited regular pulsations, emitting a "thump, thump, thump" sound like a heartbeat.

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 merged with my origin. Next, I only need to accumulate energy and wait for it to truly take shape."

She parted her red lips slightly and swallowed the crystal again. At the same time, the power of the abyss core within her surged out like a black tide, wrapping around the surface of the crystal, attempting to imbue this relic from the gods with abyssal energy.

However, the difficulty of accumulating energy caused the Black Emperor to frown slightly. She knew that the energy required for this Ice God's Heart was by no means insignificant—even if she poured all of her own Abyss Core power into it, it would probably be difficult to meet the needs for its transformation.

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

The reason she dared to briefly separate the Heart of the Ice God from her body at this moment was entirely due to the methods her original body had applied to the surface of the crystal, which shielded the fluctuations of its divine energy.

That's right, the Ice God's Heart inside the Black Emperor's body was brought in by Nan Fusheng.

After acquiring the Heart of the Ice God, I decided not to use it because others didn't need it and I didn't need it myself.

So not long ago, Nan Fusheng used his own abilities to carry out an incredible transformation of 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 essence and the Time Worm as "life sparks", forcibly transforming this artifact into an incomplete life embryo.

It is called "incomplete" because 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.

The immense power of the energy within the Heart of the Ice God is self-evident.

The Federation headquarters had once inspected it and found that the energy it contained was even enough to create a brand new God-Slaying Soul-Guided Cannonball.

Why must it be conceived in the Abyss Plane?

The Black Emperor once inquired of Nan Fusheng through a mental link. The answer he received was tinged with amusement: "The rules of Douluo Continent are too 'clean.' I want to see what kind of being will be born when this divine artifact is imbued with the power of the abyss—a new god, or... a monster that devours gods?"

Then, Nan Fusheng used the power of the "gate" to accurately locate his clone "Black Emperor" in the Abyss Plane and implanted this embryo containing the potential for upheaval into its body.

For him, the Abyss Plane was both the most dangerous incubator and the most perfect experimental field—the energy here was mixed and violent, just right to serve as a crucible for forging, and the Black Emperor, as his avatar, would naturally spare no effort to complete this forbidden gestation.

The Black Emperor swallowed the Heart of the Ice God into his body once more, and the power of the Abyss Core surged in like a tide, enveloping the cold 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 chilling energy that was enough to freeze stars was now wrapped in a black coat that devoured everything.

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

The nascent form of this composite power secretly alarmed the Black Emperor. She could foresee that once this embryo was fully formed, its power level would surpass her own.

“The ability to devour will be even stronger, and it might even give rise to some other abilities…” The Black Emperor’s fingertips unconsciously tapped the armrest of the throne, leaving faint burn marks on the stone surface from the magical runes. “But this form…”

She suddenly looked down at her flat stomach, where the crystal was suspended in her dantian, like a blue heart wrapped in black energy, and each beat made her feel the pulse of life.

An absurd yet persistent thought surfaced: "Could this embryo be considered my child? Once it's fully formed, surely I won't be the one to give birth to it?"

As the ruler of the abyss, the Black Emperor's concept of "reproduction" was already vague.

The birth of abyssal creatures follows a pure law of energy—as long as the abyssal core possesses sufficient energy, it can condense into a physical form. Just like the Black Royal Clan at the foot of the mountain, they were all created by her extracting energy from the abyssal core.

Their life form is closer to an energy aggregate; death is merely the process of energy returning to the abyss. As long as the Black Emperor's core power remains, he can continuously reshape the bodies of his people.

She recalled the Black Queens she had created: they were born from the energy pool at the core of the abyss, with a predetermined instinct to devour and a fighting spirit. They needed no nursing or teaching; they could carry out 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 influencing the essence of her life.

"I hope the Abyss Passage can open soon." The Black Emperor looked towards the gray sky, where energy vortexes were slowly rotating, a sign that the Abyss Saint King was preparing for a large-scale invasion.

The Ice God Embryo's energy requirements far exceeded expectations; the initial assimilation process alone consumed nearly 30% of her Abyss Core Power.

What worries her even more is that the embryo seems to have developed a kind of "hunger". After each energy infusion, the halo inside the crystal becomes brighter and the thirst for energy becomes stronger.

Her gaze fell upon the Black Kings patrolling at the foot of the mountain. These people, whom she had created with her own hands, now appeared to her as an emergency "energy reserve."

According to the laws of the Abyss, she has the right to reclaim the energy of her people at any time—when a crisis strikes, she can decompose all the Black Emperors into energy streams through the Abyss Core and merge them into herself.

However, this is a double-edged sword: small-scale absorption can be concealed, but large-scale recycling will inevitably alarm the Abyss Saint King.

That being, dwelling at the very bottom of the abyss, possesses an eagle-like keenness for any energy anomalies.

"I hope it's too late."

The gray wind still howled, but on this land of endless despair, a seed called "variable" was quietly planted.

(End of this chapter)