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

Chapter 417 The Ultimate Battle
When faced with Krystal's question, Lu Jingming still wore that smile that seemed to indicate that he had everything under control.

"Actually, didn't the wise and mighty Empress see through my little scheme long ago?"

His tone was relaxed, with a hint of sincerity that was barely perceptible.

“To me, you are special. I help you simply because I want to, not because of some so-called debt of gratitude.”

Kerudela finally turned around completely, her perfectly delicate face now filled with unprecedented seriousness as she stared intently into Lu Jingming's eyes, as if trying to pierce through his gentle exterior and look into the depths of his soul.

After a moment of silence, she finally asked the question that had been weighing on her mind for so long:
"Then tell me, Lu Jingming... have we completed the journey of chasing fire? Have we... completed the re-creation of the world?"

Lu Jingming was not surprised by this.

To have endured until now, on the edge of such a tense battlefield, to finally ask this question concerning the very meaning of their existence, is already a testament to the meticulousness of this empress.

He suppressed his smile and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, you succeeded. You... have completed the re-creation."

Krydella listened quietly, a fleeting glimmer of relief flashing across her seemingly all-seeing eyes before they returned to their usual deep, unwavering depths.

She nodded slightly.

"Is that so...? That's enough."

She didn't press for further details, didn't ask how horrific the process was, or... what became of these Golden Descendants.

For some answers, knowing the outcome is enough.

Knowing that their efforts were not in vain and that their sacrifices had meaning was the greatest comfort to her.

Lu Jingming remained silent, offering no further words of comfort or explanation.

He simply stood quietly beside Cerudela, together gazing up at the ultimate battle in the sky that would determine the fate of the Asura God.

The power of ice, fire, and ocean continuously erupted in that sky, radiating a brilliance that seemed to intertwine creation and destruction, illuminating the entire world.

High in the sky, the extreme collision of the three streaks of light paused, and they separated, revealing their forms.

Heather hovered in the air, the golden trident in her hand still shining brightly, but she could feel that even with this inherited artifact, there seemed to be a veil between them, and she could not truly suppress Kevin.

She glanced down at the divine artifact that symbolized the authority of the sea god, a knowing look flashing in her eyes.

"In the end... it's just an external thing."

In a soft whisper, she made a move that caught the attention of both Jing Liu and Black Kevin—she let go of his hand.

The golden trident that once shook the world let out a reluctant hum, transformed into a stream of light, and was retracted into her body.

At the same time, her magnificent sea god armor rippled and dissipated like waves, replaced by a more form-fitting azure battle dress embroidered with ancient and mysterious tide patterns, as if in sync with the breath of the entire ocean.

Her demeanor changed abruptly.

It has lost some of the majestic grandeur of the "sea god" and gained more of the depth, antiquity and mystery of the "ocean itself".

Immediately afterwards, she clenched her fists, and two completely different forces gathered in her hands.

In his right hand, a vast amount of water element surged and converged, eventually condensing into a translucent longsword.

The sword's blade is like the purest seawater, with undercurrents and waves surging eternally within it, and its edge gleaming with an extreme sharpness capable of cutting through everything.

This is the "Blade of the Tides," representing the "dynamic" side of the ocean, namely destructive giant waves and undercurrents that tear the seabed apart.

On the left hand, the ethereal power of nothingness intertwines with the gentle essence of water, transforming into a faint, water-colored ancient zither.

The strings are made of flowing water; when plucked slightly, they produce ethereal sounds that can soothe the soul or stir up inner demons.

This is the "Void Harp," representing the "stillness" of the ocean—a deep abyss that devours everything and the tranquility where all things return to silence.

Seeing the change in Heather's aura, the demon that Kevin had transformed into let out a low roar, and the flames on the Greatsword of Annihilation danced even more violently.

He sensed an even more threatening aura emanating from Heather in this state than before.

Jingliu raised her eyebrows slightly beneath her black veil, and she could "hear" the "ringing" of the water sword in Heather's hand.

"Come, let me, in my name, the demigod of the ocean—Helekura, fight you."

Before she could finish speaking, Heather's voice rang out.

She no longer transformed into a simple blue stream of light, but rather became like a surging tsunami, her right hand wielding a tidal blade with a sharpness capable of tearing everything apart, aimed directly at Kevin.

The swordplay was no longer as grand as the Sea God's Halberd Technique, but more unpredictable and ever-changing, like an unpredictable undercurrent at the bottom of the sea, launching attacks from all sorts of tricky angles.

Kevin swung his Blade of Destruction to parry, the flaming sword colliding with the water sword, producing a hissing sound of intense evaporation. But this time, the Blade of Tides was not easily deflected. The ocean power contained within it was able to contend with the flames of destruction, and its all-pervasive nature even began to slowly penetrate and weaken the flames of Destruction.

At the same time, Heather gently stroked the Void Sea Harp.

"Zheng——!"

An invisible sound wave spread out, not targeting the physical realm, but striking directly at the soul and consciousness.

Kevin's movements froze almost imperceptibly for a moment, as if a stone had been thrown into a deep pool, causing ripples to spread.

This is soul erosion and consciousness interference.

How could Jingliu miss such a golden opportunity? The Tanhua Sword transformed into a streak of light, instantly advancing, its icy blade piercing the opening Kevin had created due to his momentary lapse in concentration.

"Roar!"

Enraged, Kevin forcefully broke free of the sonic interference with his demonic body, sweeping the Greatsword of Annihilation to force Jing Liu back.

But Heather's Tidal Blade had already attacked from the side, like a persistent, lingering wound.

The combat system has been completely changed.

Heather abandoned direct confrontation with absolute power, instead using the sharpness and versatility of the "Tidal Blade" for guerrilla warfare and tearing, and the soul erosion and consciousness interference of the "Void Harp" for assistance and control.

She and Jingliu, one like the ever-changing ocean, the other like the constant, cold moonlight, formed a perfect complement.

Mirror Style focuses on offense; her sword is the only, ultimate "point," aiming for a single, fatal blow.

Heather's support is a broad, invisible "surface" that suppresses, weakens, and creates opportunities.

Kevin is facing an unprecedented struggle.

He not only had to defend against Mirror Stream's sword, which was incredibly fast and absolutely cold, but also had to be distracted by Heather's unpredictable sonic attacks and the tidal blades that came from all angles.

The sound of the Void Sea Harp was like a demonic chant, constantly trying to undermine his fighting spirit and disrupt the flow of his energy, making him extremely irritable. Even the flames on his demonic body began to become somewhat unstable.

Below, Lu Jingming watched Heather's battle stance change high in the sky, a smile flashing in his eyes. "Finally... willing to find her true self again?" he murmured to himself.

Krydella, also observing the battle, slowly said:

“Abandoning his divine position and divine artifacts, and returning to his origins, it seems that Sword Knight has also found his own ‘truth’ in this battle.”

Her gaze swept over the Tide Blade and the Void Harp in Haese's hands, and then turned to the raging Karma Demon.

"Then, this hunt should come to an end."

Cerberus, who had been observing the situation quietly, finally made her move.

She raised the scepter high in her hand, and the dark blue flames on the crown burned fiercely like never before, as if she wanted to transform herself into a part of the law.

"Law and Declaration"

Her voice was no longer limited to hearing, but transformed into an invisible law, directly imprinted on the rules of heaven and earth of this battlefield.

"Declaration 1: He who holds the tides and nothingness, whose power is as deep as the abyss and whose will is as vast as the sea, his authority... is liberated."

Om-!
An invisible, immense power instantly empowered Heather.

The Tide Blade in her hand shone brightly, and the surging undercurrents within the blade seemed to transform into a real ocean vortex, its sharp energy slicing through the space with a hissing sound.

The Void Sea Harp became even more solid, its strings vibrating on their own, and the void and corrosive power contained in the sound waves it emitted suddenly increased several times.

She felt that her control and output of her own power had broken through an invisible constraint.

"Declaration Two: He who wields the sword of frost and destruction, his body is like light, his sword is like the universe, boundaries... are broken."

Another force enveloped Mirror Stream.

The icy aura emanating from her body surged wildly, like a burst dam.

The swirling sword energy was no longer just cold; it also carried a sense of ending all things and returning to deathly silence.

Her speed increased again, and what followed behind her was no longer an afterimage, but rather a series of fleeting spatial rifts.

Having received the incredible amplification from Krydella, Heather and Mirror Stream instantly overwhelmed Kevin's aura.

“Ugh—Ah!!!”

Feeling a deadly threat, Kevin, in his demonic form, let out a soul-tearing roar.

He could no longer hold back, pouring all the power within him, his killing intent, and even the essence of his demonic body into the Greatsword of Annihilation in his hand without reservation.

He gripped the sword with both hands, not aiming at any specific target, but instead forcefully thrusting it into the void beneath his feet.

"boom!!!!!!!!!"

A dark red, almost black pillar of destructive flames, over a kilometer in diameter, shot into the sky from his center, like a volcanic eruption.

Wherever the pillar of fire passed, space shattered like fragile glass, and everything caught in it—air, dust, or dissipated energy—was instantly decomposed and annihilated.

This pillar of destructive fire shot straight into the sky, not only completely dispersing and evaporating the raging energy storm and thick clouds in the sky, but also showing no signs of slowing down, as if it wanted to break through the atmosphere and crash into the cosmos.

Immediately afterwards, the towering pillar of flame suddenly contracted and deformed, condensing in the air into a dark red flame sword that stretched across the sky and was measured in kilometers in length.

The sword was burning with an aura of despair that could eclipse even the sun, emanating a despairing aura that threatened to ignite the entire Douluo Star and drag it into oblivion.

This was Kevin Yemo's final blow, unavoidable, with no choice but to meet it head-on.

Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Hazel's eyes remained as calm as the deepest abyss.

She slowly intertwined the Tide Blade in her hand with the Void Harp, holding them in front of her.

"The ocean returns to stillness, and all things eventually cease to exist."

She sang softly, the surging ocean power in the Tide Blade and the ethereal power in the Void Harp not merging, but resonating in some mysterious way.

A seemingly thin, yet all-encompassing darkness, capable of swallowing all light and heat, unfolded before her. In the depths of that darkness lay the ultimate nothingness, where even time and space had lost their meaning.

It seemed to connect to a black hole that devoured everything, emanating an aura of annihilation that even the gods trembled at.

At the same time, as Jingliu faced the overwhelming onslaught of the End Flame Sword, the black veil that had been obscuring her eyes was finally torn off and blown away by the violent energy storm.

Beneath the veil were a pair of completely scarlet pupils, as if burning with the flames of a blood moon.

"With this body... I will sever the stars."

She gripped the Tanhua Sword tightly with both hands, and the sword's blade was shrouded in a chilling, moonlit aura intertwined with crimson light.

She didn't adopt any defensive stance, but instead became one with her sword, transforming into an extreme sword light that surged upwards, threatening to cleave the entire sky.

Wherever the sword light passed, the void was neatly torn apart, leaving behind bottomless black ravines, and the escaping chill froze and solidified time and space along the way.

next moment--

The Blazing Sword of the End, carrying the power to burn the world, crashed down with a deafening roar!
In the realm of nothingness, the power of returning to stillness unfolds, devouring all things!
The ultimate sword light, carrying the will to cut down, rises against the heavens!

Three forces representing different concepts collided violently in the skies above the city of slaughter!
"——————————!!!"

An indescribable roar erupted; it was not a sound, but a lament of the rules, a wailing of the world.

At the center of the collision, an extreme, all-consuming dark singularity first expanded, then transformed into a pure white flash of light that swept across the heavens and the earth.

Under this flash of light, everything in the world lost its color, as if returning to the chaos at the beginning of creation.

Next came energy, unimaginable energy, which erupted wildly in all directions in a perfect sphere centered on the point of impact.

The earth was easily lifted, shattered, and vaporized, like a fragile eggshell.

A mushroom cloud, enormous beyond the limits of human imagination, slowly rose, its height penetrating the atmosphere and continuing to spread wildly even in a near-vacuum environment.

The circular shock wave swept outwards at speeds many times faster than the speed of sound.

Wherever it passed, whether it was a mountain peak thousands of meters high or a canyon tens of thousands of meters deep, it was completely flattened, crushed, and turned into dust in an instant.

The terrain within a radius of hundreds of kilometers was permanently altered. The once towering mountains and valleys were transformed into a vast, smooth, mirror-like radioactive glass plain in just a few seconds.

The shockwave even reached an altitude of 10,000 meters, completely dispersing and expelling the remaining atmosphere.

In an instant, looking up from the center of the battlefield, what you see is no longer the blue sky, but the cold, desolate, star-studded deep space of the universe.

(End of this chapter)