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

Chapter 405 The Death of Tang San
Jingyuan, who had been watching from the sidelines with his arms crossed, took in everything.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly, his long, silver-gray hair fluttering in the night breeze.

Beibei is completely trapped in this heavy love and the desperate choice she has been forced into, with no way to turn back and no hope of recovery.

"Foolish child..."

He sighed silently in his heart.

But these are ultimately other people's grudges and affections, the karmic entanglements of this world.

He was merely a stranger passing through this place, a witness, not a judge.

So Jing Yuan remained leaning against the mountain rock, his eyes slightly closed, as if the murderous intent and the howls of the dead that permeated the surroundings had nothing to do with him, leaving only a detached silence.

When Huo Yuhao coldly uttered the word "kill," the army of undead surged towards Tang San and his group like a dam bursting.

Skeletal warhorses galloped, skeleton soldiers surged like white waves, and the low growls of zombies and the chants of liches intertwined to create a symphony of death.

"Maintain formation."

Dai Mubai roared and activated the White Tiger Vajra Transformation instantly. His body swelled up and stood in front, his tiger paws striking out and smashing several skeletons to pieces.

Zhu Zhuqing moved like a ghost among the dead, each swing of her claws sending up a cloud of bone fragments.

“Nine treasures turn out to reveal crystal.”

Ning Rongrong suppressed her fear, and the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda shone brightly.

"First: strength; second: speed; third: spirit."

The nine-colored light fell precisely on each of their companions, causing their strength, speed, and soul power to surge instantly.

"I have a mushroom sausage."

Oscar frantically made flying mushroom sausages, trying to preserve a sliver of hope for everyone's escape.

Tang San's face was cold and stern, but his eyes burned with a mad flame.

His movements were as swift as the wind, his ghostly figure darting through the sea of ​​the dead, his hands leaving only afterimages.

"A storm of pear blossom needles."

"Peacock feathers".

"Buddha's Wrath: Tang Lotus".

Tang San unleashed countless exquisite hidden weapons, which precisely and efficiently penetrated the soul fire or joint connections of the undead.

In an instant, the clanging sounds were incessant, and the undead at the forefront fell like wheat being harvested. In particular, the blooming of the Buddha's Wrath Lotus took away a large number of skeleton knights with its gorgeous lotus petals.

However, the number of the dead was simply too great; as soon as one batch fell, even more surged up, seemingly endless.

"Mu Bai, Zhu Qing!" Tang San shouted.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, their understanding unwavering.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill - Netherworld White Tiger".

A colossal black-and-white tiger phantom appeared out of thin air, exuding the majesty of the king of beasts and the chill of the underworld. With a deafening roar, it charged into the army of the undead.

With a sweep of its claws, the power of the underworld erupted, shattering skeletons and sending zombies flying, tearing a gap in the tide of the dead.

However, this powerful force also consumed a great deal of soul power, and the phantom of the Netherworld White Tiger began to dim after charging for a while.

"The golden trio, soaring high."

Yu Xiaogang's hoarse but firm voice rang out.

Flander's cat owl, Liu Erlong's fire dragon, and the golden light released by Yu Xiaogang's mutated Luo Sanpao instantly merged.

The enormous golden dragon once again soared above the battlefield. Although its radiance was not as great as in its heyday, its dragon might still slowed down the movements of some low-level undead.

The holy dragon unleashed its scorching breath, turning an area into a sea of ​​fire and temporarily halting the advance of the undead.

However, the appearance of the Golden Holy Dragon also attracted even stronger undead.

Several bone dragons swooped down and engaged the golden holy dragon in battle. The lich's curse spells, like maggots clinging to bones, continuously weakened the holy dragon's power.

In the distance, atop a solitary peak.

Lu Jingming stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the fierce battle below the mountain. His eyes were calm and unwavering, as if he were watching a drama that had nothing to do with him.

Firefly stood quietly beside him, while Xiaodie idly played with a withered leaf in her hand, showing little interest in the battle below.

As for Jingliu, he had quietly disappeared without anyone knowing when.

At the edge of the battlefield, Jing Yuan seemed to sense something and glanced intently at Bei Bei, who was staring intently at the battlefield, her face a mixture of pain and determination.

He shook his head slightly, his figure disappearing silently into the shadows of the dense forest as if blending into the moonlight.

No one present, including Huo Yuhao who was highly focused, noticed his departure.

Only Xiao Wu, who was standing next to Huo Yuhao and also came from a parallel world, had a slight movement in her pink eyes, as if she had caught a barely perceptible ripple, but she did not make a sound.

Deep in the dense forest, moonlight filters through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of light.

Jing Yuan stopped and looked at the white-haired woman who had appeared there at some unknown time and was standing quietly.

"Master."

Jing Yuan spoke, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible emotion and heartfelt satisfaction.

The Jingliu before him had a cool and pure aura, showing no trace of the madness and pain he had felt when he was tormented by the demonic body.

She exists here in a more complete form, rather than like him, a servant body formed from negative emotions.

Jing Liu turned around, her icy blue eyes falling on Jing Yuan, and even his face, which had been frozen for millennia, seemed to melt with a barely perceptible warmth.

"Jingyuan."

She responded softly.

"It seems you have also gained something in this realm."

She could sense that the burden on her disciple's shoulders seemed to have lightened somewhat.

Old friends reunite in another world; though they are silent, a thousand words have been spoken.

The master and apprentice began their reminiscing in the dense forest, far from the hustle and bustle of the battlefield.

The situation on the battlefield down the mountain is becoming increasingly critical.

Under the combined attack of several bone dragons and liches, the golden holy dragon let out a mournful cry, finally exhausting its energy and dissipating into the air.

Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Liu Erlong were all deathly pale, staggering backward, their soul power almost completely exhausted. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing also dispelled their fusion technique, panting heavily, their bodies covered in wounds.

Tang San's hidden weapons eventually ran out, and as he faced the endless stream of dead, despair began to show in his eyes.

The light from Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda dimmed, and Oscar's sausage-making speed also slowed down.

Just then, Xiao Wu from the parallel world, who had been standing silently beside Huo Yuhao, began to tremble slightly.

Looking down at Xiao Wu, who resembled her and was struggling in the sea of ​​the dead, repeatedly using her soft skills to protect her companions, she felt an indescribable impulse and instinct from the depths of her soul compel her to take action—to kill her.

As a deity, her movements were as fast as lightning.

A streak of pink light flashed across the chaotic battlefield, ignoring all obstacles, and appeared directly in front of Xiao Wu, who had just smashed a zombie's head with a back kick.

The two dancers, standing a step apart, locked eyes.

Xiao Wu, who comes from a parallel world, has a complex look in her eyes, with a hint of pity and a hint of... indescribable sense of destiny.

Xiao Wu, standing beside Tang San, instantly understood everything upon seeing the other's gaze. All her doubts and chills turned into clarity.

She realized that this powerful, suffocating woman, who resembled her, had come to take her life.

Looking at the other person's godlike demeanor and feeling Tang San's familiar yet anxious aura rapidly approaching from behind, a sorrowful, bitter smile appeared on her beautiful face.

She knew she couldn't escape, nor could she win.

"Third brother..."

She murmured to herself, a single, glistening tear sliding down her cheek, leaving a clear trail on her dusty and blood-stained face.

She abruptly raised her head, looked at Xiao Wu from the parallel world, and with her last strength, pleaded in a tearful voice:
"Please... spare Third Brother... please..."

In the parallel world, Xiao Wu watched this Xiao Wu, who was pleading and crying for her lover, and trembled almost imperceptibly.

Something seemed to surge into her mind, as if lost memories were about to return.

Just then, a red light flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes in the distance, and a red light also flashed in Xiao Wu's eyes. Then, their wavering expressions quickly calmed down.

Huo Yuhao sneered. With Xiao Wu being so powerful, how could he not take precautions?

If Xiao Wu doesn't regain her memories, that's fine. But once she does, she'll realize she's been deceived, and then neither the Holy Spirit Cult nor he will be able to withstand the wrath of a deity.

Therefore, Huo Yuhao had long ago sealed Xiao Wu's spiritual sea, and the seal would be activated once Xiao Wu showed signs of regaining her memories.

With his strength, he certainly couldn't seal the memories of a god, but Xiao Wu was completely unprepared for him, and with the amplification from the Herrscher of Knowledge's core, he was able to seal Xiao Wu and prevent her from regaining her memories.

This is also one of the reasons why Xiao Wu, as a deity with divine consciousness, has been unable to regain her memories.

"No—, Xiao Wu—!!!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he let out a heart-wrenching roar. He charged towards Xiao Wu without regard for anything else, activating his Purple Demon Eye to its fullest extent, trying to kill the person who threatened his lover with his gaze.

However, the chasm between God and man is insurmountable.

In Tang San's despairing gaze, in the horrified stares of Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and others, in Yu Xiaogang's suddenly contracting pupils, and in the incredulous expressions of Flander and Liu Erlong—

In the parallel world, Xiao Wu's arm, wreathed in blue divine light, pierced through Yang Xiao Wu's chest with precision and ruthlessness, as if penetrating a thin veil.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

The clamor of the battlefield and the howls of the undead seemed to vanish in an instant.

All eyes were focused on the pink figure whose body had been pierced by the powerful arm and was now hanging limply.

Xiao Wu watched Tang San rushing towards her, her lips moving as if she wanted to call out "Third Brother" one last time, but no sound came out. Only her eyes, filled with endless love and reluctance, slowly closed.

"Xiao Wu—!!!"

Tang San's roar turned into a blood-soaked wail, and the whole world lost its color in his eyes.

When the parallel world Xiao Wu's arm was pulled out of Xiao Wu's chest, the lifeless body did not fall down. Instead, it shattered like glass, turning into countless pink and gold specks of light, like fireflies drawn by an invisible force, all of which disappeared into the parallel world Xiao Wu's body.

As irreconcilable counterparts, one side devouring the other is the cruel path to becoming "unique".

As the light spot was fully absorbed, the divine power fluctuations around Xiao Wu in the parallel world became significantly stronger, and her aura became more harmonious and profound, as if some innate deficiency had been made up for, and she had taken a step towards becoming a more perfect and unique existence.

On a distant mountain peak, Lu Jingming, who had taken in all of this, raised an eyebrow slightly and muttered to himself, "Just as I thought."

Every world is different. In some worlds, coexistence is not impossible; they exist independently, such as in the world of Honkai.

In some worlds, however, isomorphic entities obviously cannot coexist. One entity devours the other, which will lead to a more perfect evolution towards uniqueness.

For example, Xiao Wu now, but this method is not very effective for him because he has no counterpart in this world. Otherwise, he could use the Thousand Realms One Vehicle to travel to countless parallel worlds and quickly become stronger by killing his counterparts.

If someone could truly devour all their parallel counterparts from all other worlds, that person would be unimaginably powerful.

Unfortunately, it's unknown whether anyone in this world can travel to parallel worlds. If Lu Jingming didn't have the Thousand Realms One Journey, he wouldn't have been able to travel to parallel worlds either. And without him opening the passage to parallel worlds and connecting the two universes, Hua Huo wouldn't have been able to open the spacetime passage.

Moreover, it was only because Vita's Heavenly Eyes could observe parallel worlds that she was able to accurately find the weakest point. Therefore, there should be no other being in this world who can travel to parallel worlds.

His gaze fell once more on Tang San, who had gone completely mad from the loss of his lover, and he shook his head slightly.

The Tang San of this world is already useless. It's better that he's dead, so he won't accidentally go to his other world and be devoured by the Sea God Tang San there, which would only strengthen the enemy.

He had lost interest in the fate of Tang San and the others, and turned away indifferently: "Let's go."

Fireflies and butterflies followed silently, and Jing Liu, who had returned at some unknown time, also followed quietly.

In the flickering light and shadow, the mountain peak was now deserted.

Below, watching helplessly as Xiao Wu turned into specks of light and was absorbed, Tang San's rationality completely collapsed, and only that black-haired figure and the desire for revenge remained in his blood-red eyes.

"Give me back—Xiao—Wu!!!"

He roared, burning all his remaining soul power and even life force recklessly, like a shooting star, trailing a terrible tail of flames, he frantically pounced on Xiao Wu from the parallel world, his eight spider spears dancing wildly, as if trying to tear her apart.

However, there is a world of difference between gods and humans.

Faced with this chaotic and frantic attack, Xiao Wu, who had just absorbed her counterpart and whose aura had not yet fully calmed down, flashed a hint of disgust in her eyes. She simply raised her foot casually and kicked forward seemingly effortlessly.

"Bam—!"

There was a muffled sound.

Tang San's charging body was as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, abruptly halting in mid-air before... exploding with a deafening roar.

It turned into a tragically beautiful cloud of blood mist, permeating the air, leaving not a single piece of intact flesh behind.

Tang San, the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, a genius in control, who once harbored dreams of joining the Tang Sect and the ambition to become a god, perished without a trace.

(End of this chapter)