Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 358 I Weep for the Deceased

As long as we can probe the depths of the underworld, even if we ultimately have to retreat, we can bring back highly valuable intelligence, rather than a meaningless retreat.

Thinking of this, a glint of light flashed in Huanlong's eyes.

Although she had made the risky decision, she didn't have much worry about dying there.

As the most cunning and ruthless ruler of the Extinction Kingdom, who was well-versed in the art of survival, she had already laid out countless escape routes for herself; the saying "a cunning rabbit has three burrows" was far from sufficient to describe even a fraction of her abilities.

Even if this painstakingly crafted golden tree body collapses here, her core consciousness will not be completely extinguished; there will always be a chance for her to make a comeback.

For Huanlong, a temporary loss of energy was far better than losing face on the spot.

Having prepared for the worst, Huanlong's alluring smile reappeared on her pale face, but it was now tinged with a hint of murderous intent and cold provocation.

"The envoy of nothingness... Heh, what an... awe-inspiring title."

She gently shook the eerie fan, and the emerald green life radiance and the pitch-black aura of destruction around her erupted once again.

More turbulent than ever before, two completely opposite forces that should have been mutually exclusive were forcibly combined by her will, transforming into a series of twisting, writhing torrents of dark energy powerful enough to erode stars and annihilate laws.

"But to think that a single word could stop a Great Lord of Annihilation? That would be... underestimating the power of destruction."

Before the words were finished, the torrent that combined life and death, creation and end did not rush straight to the Yellow Springs, but suddenly changed direction and fiercely bombarded the surging and dazzling life light of the inner sea of ​​the star itself.

The illusory intentions are obvious.

She intends to force Huang Quan, who guards this place, to take action by destroying the core of this planet, so that she can carefully observe the form and intensity of Huang Quan's power in his response.

At the same time, it creates massive energy chaos and visual obscuration, creating the best opportunity for its subsequent actions or evacuation.

However, faced with this ferocious attack, which was enough to make even a first-level deity take it seriously and could even seriously injure them, Huang Quan's reaction was breathtakingly calm.

She remained standing as still as an ancient rock, but her pale fingers, which were resting on the purplish-black hilt of the sword, tightened almost imperceptibly.

There was no earth-shattering energy collision, no dazzling explosion.

The destructive torrent that roared in, capable of annihilating stars, seemed to have its meaning and foundation instantly stripped away and negated by some absolute rule the moment it invaded a certain range around Huang Quan.

The violent energy that constituted the torrent vanished silently and completely, as if it had lost all internal logic and external definition.

It is not canceled out or neutralized, but rather as if it were directly erased from the record of existence, returning to complete and eternal nothingness.

The entire process was eerily quiet and smooth, as if it were all meant to be this way.

Huanlong's pupils contracted violently again, but her offensive did not stop because of this unbelievable scene. Instead, it became even more ferocious and cunning.

More highly condensed, dark-colored rays of destruction converged on the Yellow Springs from all directions and strange angles. Among them, several extremely insidious and vicious beams of light, moving at incredible speeds, pierced directly at the trembling halo of dimensional will in the distance, attacking what the enemy was bound to defend.

This time, Huang Quan, who had been silent all along, finally made a more obvious move.

She grasped the hilt of the knife.

It was not the lightning-fast sword-drawing slash of an ordinary martial artist, but a slow, ritualistic starting stance that seemed to bear immense weight.

With her movements, an indescribable, mind-freezing realm quietly unfolded around her and spread rapidly.

The surrounding colors faded rapidly at a visible speed, turning into a deathly gray-white. Everything lost its luster and vitality, all sounds were completely swallowed up, and even the rushing energy flow seemed to have become an absurd silent drama.

Everything that exists is irreversibly heading towards the end of meaning and the end of existence.

"I mourn for the deceased."

A hollow, ethereal voice, as if coming from nothingness, gently arose, devoid of any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, yet carrying a sense of compassion and tranquility for the passing of all things.

In that instant, the world completely lost its color, turning into absolute gray and white.

Huang Quan's once smooth, long purple hair turned deathly gray, and two thick lines of bloody tears slid down from her empty eye sockets, a scene both tragic and eerie.

The eerie, blood-red tattoo spread rapidly from her fair neck like a living thing, covering half of her face and body in the blink of an eye, making half of her body look as if she had just bathed in a pool of blood, stained with a shocking scarlet.

In this utterly colorless world of death, only the Yellow Springs are the sole, and final, touch of blood in this vast天地 (heaven and earth).

In that instant, Huang Quan revealed his true and terrifying nature as a Void Envoy without reservation.

"The evening rain will eventually fall."

Huang Quan's figure seemed infinitely tall in this gray world, like a god who holds the reins of the end, yet also seemed as insignificant as dust, a part of nothingness itself. The katana in her hand was not fully drawn, only a small section of its dark red blade, which seemed capable of devouring all light and hope, was revealed.

She waved her hand seemingly casually and lightly in the direction of the illusion.

There were no dazzling sword flashes, no violent fluctuations that tore through space, and not even any ripples of energy.

Huanlong felt as if his very existence had been struck directly by some incomprehensible, absolute concept of negation.

Her protective energy, her indestructible golden tree body brimming with vitality, and even a part of her soul and fragments of consciousness all became transparent and illusory in that instant. Then, like a sandcastle blown away by the wind, they began to collapse, disintegrate, and dissipate from the most basic level.

That was not destruction on a physical or energy level, but something more fundamental and desperate—a fall from existence to non-existence.

"puff--!"

Huanlong suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark golden liquid that was not blood, but a mixture of pure destructive energy and the essence of life. His body trembled violently, and his aura rapidly declined like an avalanche.

Her eyes were filled with unprecedented horror; she could clearly sense that a part of her existence had been permanently and completely erased from the universe.

If she hadn't separated and hidden part of her core essence as a backup plan, and if the Golden Tree's physical body hadn't provided terrifying vitality as a buffer, this seemingly casual strike would have been enough to plunge this Great Lord of Annihilation into eternal slumber or even complete nothingness.

"It's impossible to... fight them head-on!"

This thought, like a death knell, tolled wildly deep within her soul, instantly crushing all hope and hesitation.

Without any further hesitation or regard for face or dignity, Huanlong let out a sharp, painful screech, instantly detonating the escape plan that had been pre-placed deep within the Golden Tree's body, as well as parts of its body that had been corrupted by the void and were beyond repair.

boom! ! !
A chaotic and distorted energy storm suddenly exploded, its nature bizarre and unusual, forcibly interfering with the relentlessly spreading void for an extremely brief moment.

Taking advantage of this insignificant yet extremely precious opportunity, a dark and profound spatial rift connecting distant and unknown coordinates suddenly tore open. Huanlong's illusory, dim, and broken figure, like a frightened bird, plunged into it with lingering fear and disappeared.

"Black Tower, Yellow Springs, I will remember you. Destruction will come."

Even during this miserable and near-death escape, Huanlong's unwilling screams still came through the closing crack, trying to salvage his last bit of dignity.

The spatial rift quickly closed, and the inner sea of ​​the star slowly returned to calm, leaving only the slightly chaotic energy area caused by the explosion of the Illusionary One and the lingering aura of destruction in the air, proclaiming the tragic and humiliating defeat that a Great Lord of Annihilation had just experienced here.

Huang Quan slowly sheathed his katana "Wu," and the void surrounding him that brought all things to silence quietly dissipated.

Vibrant colors and subtle sounds returned to the space, but her eyes, still empty as if capable of swallowing everything, remained silently gazing at the void where the illusion had vanished.

"Another blood debt has been added."

She spoke softly, her voice still ethereal and calm, yet containing a heartbreaking heaviness and indifference.

On the throne, Black Tower finally snapped out of her reverie. Her beautiful face showed a rare stiffness, and her all-seeing eyes gleamed with an odd light as she stared intently at Huang Quan, who had returned to normal.

Although he had already learned from Lu Jingming that Huang Quan was extremely powerful, he was certain that Huang Quan was absolutely capable of suppressing or even defeating the incomplete Illusionary Memory.

After all, it was a special being that Lu Jingming had summoned by expending a huge amount of precious true power. Even if it was not at its peak, it should not be a problem to deal with the memory of the Annihilation Lord who relied on the Golden Tree to reshape his physical body.

But Black Tower really didn't expect that Huang Quan would win so decisively, so easily, that it could even be described as a crushing defeat.

From beginning to end, Huang Quan actually only made a seemingly casual strike, but this strike, which contained the ultimate truth of nothingness, made a notorious tyrant of annihilation truly experience what defeat and fear are, and even almost caused him to perish completely.

In particular, the terrifying power that fades the world and negates the very foundation of all existence has an incredibly high priority, as if it were above many of the conventional rules of the universe.

This undoubtedly provides Black Tower's simulated universe project with several extremely critical and disruptive extreme parameters.

Black Tower subconsciously glanced at the dimensional will aura beside him, which was still trembling slightly and radiating a strong sense of fear.

From those hazy, nascent fragments of consciousness, the Black Tower clearly sensed that its fear of the Yellow Springs far exceeded its fear of Illusion.

That's quite interesting.

Huanlong's malice towards it was blatant; it wanted to devour and replace it. Huangquan, on the other hand, never showed any malice towards it from beginning to end; in fact, it could be said that it protected it.

But the will of this world instinctively fears the Yellow Springs even more.

The reason is simple: the destruction of the illusion is still a violent change in existence, while the nothingness that Huang Quan controls is a complete denial of existence itself.

Once tainted by that power of nothingness, even the will of the world may irreversibly veer into utter nothingness, erasing even the traces of its existence. This is even more despairing than being destroyed by the Lord of Destruction.

(End of this chapter)