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

Chapter 400 Fireworks Surrounded
The demigod of the ocean encountered the legacy of the sea god, and Cerydra did not believe that the sea god had no ulterior motives.

As she had predicted, the sea god did indeed take a liking to Hazel and wanted to entrust her with the divine position.

As a former queen who had ruled a region and was well aware of the nature of power, Celydra almost instantly grasped the opportunity and necessity contained within this.

They are strangers from afar, memories formed from negative energy and sustained by the Holy Grail and their Masters.

Despite its power, it is ultimately subject to human control, and its form of existence is not perfect.

To become a god—to condense a divine position using the rules of this world, and to reshape a divine body with vast divine power—what does this mean?
This means complete independence.

It means breaking free from all external constraints and truly existing in a complete and immortal life form.

Furthermore, the position of the sea god in this world, who wields power over the ocean, is almost a perfect match for the primordial power of Heather.

If successful, Heather will also be able to regain her power as a demigod of the ocean. Even if the sea god is only a first-level god, Heather should be able to upgrade it to the level of a god-king soon.

In this way, they will have the means to survive in this world.

Krydella met Heather's questioning gaze and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Having received Crydela's affirmation, Hathaway looked again at Poseidon, who remained in a bowing posture, her eyes filled with expectation and determination.

“Alright, I accept the Nine Trials of the Sea God.”

Before the Temple of Poseidon, the sun shone brightly, and the sea breeze carried the distant sound of the tide, as if foreshadowing the birth of a new Poseidon.

In the afternoon in Tiandou City, sunlight peeked through the sparse clouds and lazily spilled onto the cobblestone streets.

Despite the dramatic changes brought about by dynastic shifts, this ancient capital city did not appear overly desolate. Instead, it exuded a unique, slightly stagnant vitality characteristic of the transition between the old and the new, amidst an unusual tranquility.

Although the Martial Soul Empire has only been in control of this area for a short time, its long-standing policy of prioritizing the common people has already begun to show results.

On the streets, the shouts of vendors, the rumble of carriages, and the conversations of pedestrians remained the same, but the fear of the old aristocratic carriages that once roamed freely was gone, replaced by a more cautious observation and probing.

For the vast majority of ordinary people, the change of the royal banner above their heads from a swan to a six-winged angel is far less tangible than whether they will have an extra piece of meat on their dinner table tomorrow.

The prestige that the Spirit Hall had accumulated among the people over the centuries now served as the most effective stabilizer, making the transition of power appear calm and uneventful at the grassroots level.

The real undercurrents and resistance mostly lurk in the shadows of those once-immaculate mansions with their gates tightly shut and certain sects.

In this seemingly ordinary scene of everyday life, a strikingly bright red figure, like a dancing fire sprite, moves about freely yet out of place.

She was a young girl who looked quite young, dressed in a fiery red outfit with a unique style that was unlike anything commonly seen in the Douluo Continent.

She moved with a light step, almost skipping, her black hair bouncing lively with her movements.

Her bright eyes were filled with curiosity and excitement as she looked around, from the sugar figurines made by street vendors to the sparks flying in the blacksmith's shop, and to an interesting accessory on a passerby. It seemed that everything in the world could arouse her great interest.

A sly and delighted smile always played on her lips, and she hummed a tuneless but incredibly cheerful little tune. Anyone could tell she was in an excellent mood.

However, what was most bizarre was not her strange clothing and behavior, but the indifference of passersby.

She appeared so openly in the crowd, yet it was as if an invisible barrier separated her from her surroundings.

Busy pedestrians would instinctively walk around her, but no one would cast a surprised glance at her. The vendors' eyes would sweep over her, but they would naturally look away as if they had seen air.

It wasn't that they deliberately ignored it, but rather that some force caused their brains to automatically filter out this overly bright red, making her a legitimate presence in the collective blind spot.

At this moment, on the eaves of a tall building not far from the street, a slender figure stood alone.

Lu Jingming was dressed in black, his robes fluttering gently in the breeze.

His deep gaze pierced through the noise, precisely locking onto a cheerful red figure in the crowd below. A faint smile slowly appeared on his calm and composed face.

"I've finally found you, Hanabi."

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

The red-clad girl downstairs, running wild like a runaway horse, is none other than Hanabi, the Masked Fool who single-handedly shattered the carefully laid chessboard of countless people by blasting open a time-space passage in Mingdu.

The method she uses to diminish her own presence and deceive the senses of mortals and even ordinary soul masters is precisely the trick she is good at, which comes from her joyful destiny.

This power manipulates cognition and confuses perception, allowing her to move freely in most places as if they were her own.

Unfortunately, this exquisite magic trick was as clear as a bubble in the sunlight in Lu Jingming's eyes, with nowhere to hide.

Lu Jingming's gaze remained fixed on the red figure.

This troublesome girl, whom he mentally labeled a little devil, had a logic that defied all common sense.

She takes pleasure in ruining other people's plans and considers creating chaos and accidents as her ultimate goal.

The longer we let her wander outside, the greater the unpredictable risks become.

Who knows if she'll get bored again in the next moment and then casually surprise the world by blowing up his or someone else's plans?

To be on the safe side, taking control of this most unstable variable as early as possible is undoubtedly the wisest choice at present.

It's imperative to win over this mischievous flower director.

The fireworks below seemed completely unaware of this.

She hummed a tune with increasing cheerfulness, then turned away from the main road and into a relatively quiet alley.

The alley is flanked by towering walls that cast large shadows, shutting out the noise.

Upon entering this relatively independent space, Hanabi's expression of pure curiosity vanished instantly, replaced by an irrepressible, radiant smile that was a mixture of pride and excitement.

Recalling the astonishment the person behind the scenes might have felt when she forcibly blasted open the space-time tunnel in Mingdu, and the anger that might have appeared on Xingxiao's icy face, she felt an indescribable pleasure rush from her spine to the top of her head.

The sense of accomplishment from sabotage, especially from sabotaging meticulously planned and seemingly foolproof legitimate schemes, is simply unparalleled.

Smash everything onto the established path, and watch everyone scramble and panic—

"Pfft..."

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, then quickly covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly as she tried to suppress her laughter.

Her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, sparkling with the light of ultimate pleasure.

Seriously, this is so much fun!
Hanabi was still immersed in the ultimate pleasure brought about by the temporal chaos she had orchestrated, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, as if she could already see countless faces furious because the plan had collapsed.

She didn't even notice that the light at the alleyway ahead dimmed slightly, and a figure had silently blocked her way.

Or perhaps, given her cunning nature, she had already sensed it, but simply…didn't care. "The Masked Fool."

A resolute and clear female voice rang out, breaking the silence of the alley.

Liuying stood there, gripping the uniquely shaped elytra transformation device tightly in her hand, her face serious, her eyes sharp, fixed on Hanabi.

"Surrender now, or you will die."

Only then did Hanabi seem to notice the other person's presence, dramatically patting her chest and making a startled rabbit-like gesture, her tone full of mockery:
"Oh dear, who is it? It's Sam from the Star Core Hunter's Tin Can! How scary! I'm easily frightened."

Liu Ying frowned, Lu Jingming's instructions flashing through her mind.

"When facing her, don't say much, just take her down."

Knowing that the masked fool before her was most adept at using words to confuse people, Firefly no longer hesitated.

"boom--!"

The blazing flames and surging energy instantly enveloped her body, and the mechanical structure unfolded and combined layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, the petite girl had transformed into the humanoid mecha Sam.

Without any warning, a heavy metal fist, enveloped in crimson energy, slammed into the location of Hanabi with a deafening roar that tore through the air.

Wherever the fist passed, the walls of the alley were scraped off by the scorching air currents.

However, that punch, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, passed straight through "Firework's" body.

The figure of the girl in red was like a reflection struck by a stone, rippling outwards before shattering like broken glass.

With a "snap," it turned into countless specks of light that scattered across the sky and disappeared without a trace.

Only a faint, mocking whim remained in the same spot.

Blindfold.

Liu Ying stood with her fist clenched, her eyes beneath the mecha mask showing no surprise.

She had long known that if the infamous Masked Fools were so easily caught, they wouldn't have left behind so many troublesome legends throughout the universe.

This attack was, in fact, a test and a form of coercion.

Almost at the same instant the illusion shattered, in another narrow alleyway a few streets away, the real Hanabi had just revealed himself, a smug smile on his face as he had successfully outmaneuvered his opponent.

But before the smile could fully bloom, it froze at the corner of her mouth.

Ahead, another figure stood waiting silently.

It was a girl wielding a huge purple scythe, the blade curved in a deathly arc, radiating an ominous, eerie light.

She was slender and graceful, her face hidden in a faint shadow, with only a pair of calm, undisturbed eyes that seemed to reflect the River Styx clearly visible—she was none other than the demigod who held the reins of death, Xia Die.

Xia Die didn't speak, nor did she make any threatening gestures.

She merely raised her eyelids slightly, and a deep, viscous, almost tangible purple field silently spread out from beneath her feet.

Wherever the purple light passed, even the light seemed to be swallowed up. The moss on the walls withered instantly, and the air became icy cold, carrying a deathly power that stripped away all life, sweeping towards the fireworks.

"Tsk!"

Hanabi's lips twitched, and she cursed inwardly, "I hate these reckless brutes who don't say a word and just unleash their ultimate move."

Xia Die was certainly not a reckless man, but she faithfully carried out Lu Jingming's instructions—to take action directly when facing Hua Huo, without saying a word.

Just as the realm of death was about to touch her, Hanabi's figure once again vanished like a dandelion seed scattered by the wind, turning into specks of light.

The real body once again escaped through a clever trick of shedding its skin.

Using sophisticated illusions and spatial techniques to escape twice in a row would be quite taxing, even for Hanabi.

She dared not linger, her figure flashing rapidly in the shadows of the city, trying to get away from this area completely.

However, just when she thought she was temporarily safe and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a terrifying pressure that made her heart tremble descend like an invisible mountain.

The space ahead distorted slightly, and a stunningly beautiful figure with silver hair and purple eyes quietly appeared.

Gu Yuena hovered in the air about a foot above the ground, with seven colorful orbs of light representing different basic elements slowly rotating around her, radiating a powerful energy that could eclipse the world.

The interplay of seven colors—gold, green, blue, red, yellow, black, and silver—made her appear like a deity wielding the power of the elements.

Just standing there, the pervasive dragon's might and elemental tides made Hanabi feel as if the air around her had solidified, and the flow of energy within her body had become sluggish.

Hanabi's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably again.

Just now, when facing Liu Ying and Xia Die, she had the intention to maneuver and even counterattack, but she just didn't want to bother fighting.

But this one in front of her... she really can't beat her.

"Slip away."

Fireworks, completely at ease, unhesitatingly activated the power of the path of joy once more, attempting to create an illusion while its true form slipped into a spatial rift and escaped.

Her illusion was indeed exquisite. The moment her true form merged into the spatial rift, even the elemental light spheres around Gu Yuena paused slightly, as if they had lost their target.

But, in that very instant—

"Zheng!"

A clear, melodious sword cry seemed to emanate from the depths of the underworld, and an icy chill instantly permeated every inch of space.

A sword aura of ice, condensed to its extreme and seemingly capable of freezing the soul, pierced with unparalleled precision into the spatial rift where Hanabi's true form was hidden, as if it possessed a life of its own.

"Well!"

Hanabi groaned, feeling as if the space around her had been instantly frozen. The all-pervasive, chilling sword intent forcibly interrupted her escape, forcing her out of the void and causing her to stagger and land on the ground.

She looked up in shock and saw not far away, Jing Liu, with her silver hair flowing like a waterfall, holding an ice crystal longsword with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, radiating an extreme chill like ancient ice.

Her blood-red eyes were fixed on Hanabi without any emotion. The cold killing intent and sword aura were like invisible shackles, making Hanabi's body suddenly stiffen, and she could not even move her fingers.

With the Mirror Flow Sword Qi locking in front and Gu Yuena's elemental suppression behind, it seemed like there was no way out to either side... no, there was indeed a way out.

(End of this chapter)