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

"Okay, be quiet."

Tang Hao spoke in a deep voice, interrupting everyone's idle chatter and reflections.

His face was serious as he scanned the crowd.

"We can talk about reminiscing later; let's not forget the purpose of our trip."

His strength was not the strongest among them. Although Dai Mubai and the others were only second-level gods, he did not even have a godhood. However, he was the father of God King Tang San and the elder of Dai Mubai and the others. This status naturally gave him the dominant position.

Dai Mubai and the others also composed themselves and looked at Tang Hao, clearly acknowledging his leadership.

After all, Tang San was fully committed to bringing them down to the mortal realm, and they might even have risked violating the rules of the God Realm, so they had to proceed with caution.

Tang Hao continued:
"The difference in the flow of time between the God Realm and the Lower Realm is enormous. Ten thousand years have passed, and the Douluo Continent has undergone tremendous changes. Xiao San sensed Xiao Qi's presence... and the changes in the Golden Tree, coupled with the emergence of new Sea Gods in the Lower Realm and the turmoil in the Source of Faith, all of this is extremely unusual. We must find out the truth as soon as possible."

He paused for a moment, then began assigning tasks:
"Ah Yin and I will go back to Haotian Sect first; there might be some information we need there."

The Haotian Sect also held great significance for him, and he was eager to know what the Haotian Sect would be like ten thousand years later.

"Mu Bai, you are a member of the Star Luo royal family and are most familiar with the situation of the empire. You and Zhu Qing should go to Star Luo City to investigate the current state of the Star Luo Empire."

He looked at Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

Dai Mubai nodded solemnly, his eyes sharpening.

"Rongrong, you and Oscar go to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. That's your sect, and it's the most convenient place to gather information. Focus on the major changes that have happened on the mainland in recent years, especially recently, and... whether there is any trace of Xiaowu."

Tang Hao looked at Ning Rongrong and Oscar.

As the wealthiest sect in the past, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School must have had a well-developed intelligence network, making it an important channel for obtaining information.

Ning Rongrong immediately agreed: "Don't worry, Uncle Hao, we've got it covered."

After the tasks were assigned, Tang Hao took a deep breath, a heavy look flashing in his eyes:
"Remember, we are not here for sightseeing. The situation in the lower realm is unclear. For so many changes to occur, there must be a powerful force or entity behind it. We must be cautious in everything we do. If we encounter a situation that we cannot handle, we must immediately contact them through our divine sense imprint. Do not act rashly."

"Yes!"

Dai Mubai and the others had no objections to Tang Hao's command.

Officially, this was a task assigned by God King Tang San; personally, they also hoped to contribute to finding Xiao Wu and uncovering the truth.

After all, Tang Hao is Tang San's father and their elder. This respect is already ingrained in their code of conduct.

The six figures exchanged glances, nodded, and then transformed into six beams of divine light of different colors, rushing off in different directions like shooting stars and quickly disappearing into the vast skyline of Douluo Continent.

The Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong and the God of Food Oscar transformed into two barely perceptible streaks of light, flying across the northern sky of Douluo Continent.

The deeper they ventured into the heart of the Heavenly Soul Empire, the clearer the scars of war became in their divine perception.

The scorched earth, abandoned villages, remnants of exploding soul tools, and the faint smell of gunpowder and blood in the air all tell the story of the suffering this land is going through.

They even witnessed a small-scale skirmish—a Soul Master army from the Heavenly Soul Empire was almost powerless against a well-equipped and well-coordinated Soul Guidance Squad from the Sun Moon Empire.

The dense, rain-like soul-guided rays, the fearless new soul-guided mechs, and the shadowy floating warships providing fire support faintly visible on the distant horizon all secretly alarmed the two deities.

"Little Ao, did you see that?"

Ning Rongrong transmitted her voice through divine sense, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Those soul tools... their power may not be much to us, but their widespread use and ability to coordinate attacks... are terrifying. If it were in our time, a small team like that could probably easily crush an empire's elite legion."

Oscar's handsome face also lost its usual playful expression, and he nodded:
"Indeed, after ten thousand years of development, the form of warfare in the lower realm has completely changed. The soul guidance technology of the Sun Moon Empire is simply beyond imagination. No wonder the Heavenly Soul Empire has suffered repeated defeats."

Along the way, they also pieced together some information by capturing fragments of conversations among refugees and low-level soul masters through their divine sense.

The Sun Moon Empire launched a full-scale war, the Star Luo Empire's Mingdou Mountain defense line collapsed, the White Tiger Duke died for his country, and the Heavenly Soul Empire suffered a crushing defeat at Emerald Plains, losing heavy losses. Now, its military might is pointing directly at the core area of ​​the empire.

All of this made Ning Rongrong and Oscar feel a sense of disorientation and heaviness, as if they were in a different time and space.

Over the course of millennia, the landscape of the mainland has undergone a complete transformation.

Although they possess divine positions, they dare not be careless in the face of this civilization-level war sweeping across the entire continent, and the possible hidden entities behind it, such as the newly born sea god.

"Let's go to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School first."

Ning Rongrong made up her mind.

"We're sure to find out the most important news there, and also know how our descendants are doing now."

Her voice trembled slightly. Ten thousand years is enough to turn any familiar bloodline into dust. The thought of facing a group of completely unfamiliar juniors filled her with mixed feelings.

Based on their memories of the directions and their perception of the earth's veins and energy flow along the way, the two finally arrived at a valley filled with spiritual energy and surrounded by towering mountains.

This is the location of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ten thousand years later.

Unlike the luxurious and ostentatious Seven Treasures City of my memory, which was filled with dazzling glazed lights, the current Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School's headquarters is more like a heavily guarded giant fortress that blends seamlessly with the natural environment.

The towering glazed pagodas remain its iconic structures, but there seem to be far fewer of them now, and the pagodas are inlaid with countless complex soul guide runes, shimmering with a cold, eerie light.

The entire sect was shrouded in a semi-transparent energy shield, through which various soul-guided turrets and soul-guided detection devices could be vaguely seen slowly rotating. The patrolling disciples were also wearing light armor enchanted with soul-guided devices, their expressions vigilant.

"It seems... the sect has changed a lot too."

Ning Rongrong gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene below, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

The sects have clearly made significant changes in response to the challenges of war and the new era.

However, just as they were about to descend and knock on the mountain gate as "reclusive experts from afar," Ning Rongrong's divine sense inadvertently swept over a council hall in the core area of ​​the sect.

The next moment, her delicate body trembled violently, as if struck by a bolt of lightning. She froze in mid-air, covered her mouth, and her beautiful eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief and overwhelming sorrow.

"How...how is it possible..."

She gasped in shock, her voice trembling violently, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Rongrong, what's wrong?"

Oscar noticed her unusual expression and quickly followed her gaze.

Upon seeing this, he froze instantly, his face filled with absurdity and horror. Three people stood at the entrance to the council hall, seemingly discussing something.

The man in the center, dressed in a moon-white robe, was gentle and refined, with a handsome face. Although there was a lingering weariness and worry between his brows, his familiar features and confident demeanor... were clearly the same Ning Fengzhi that they thought had long since turned to dust in the past ten thousand years.

Standing to Ning Fengzhi's left was an old man with white hair and beard, a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, an ancient face, and sharp eyes like swords. He was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

On the right was an old man with a slightly hunched figure, an unhealthy pale complexion, but deep, ancient eyes, and an aura of unwavering steadfastness. He was none other than the Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.

This...this is impossible.

Ning Rongrong's mind went blank.

Dad... Grandpa Sword... Grandpa Bone... How could they still be alive?

Ten thousand years! Even the Limit Douluo's lifespan is only a few hundred years. Moreover, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo witnessed the final battle at Jialing Pass. They fought bravely and died heroically to retrieve Tang San's body, a pain that will forever remain in her heart.

The scene before them completely overturned their understanding and shocked their souls.

"who?!"

Just as Ning Rongrong lost her composure due to extreme shock and inadvertently revealed a trace of divine power fluctuation, Sword Douluo Chen Xin below suddenly looked up, his gaze like two tangible sword lights, piercing straight into the void where they were hiding.

His swordsmanship, honed to perfection through countless battles, made him extremely sensitive to the aura of any unfamiliar powerful figure.

With a sharp shout from Sword Douluo, the entire Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School instantly entered a state of highest combat readiness.

"Om-!"

A piercing alarm sounded, and the energy shield enveloping the sect instantly shone brightly, becoming even more solid.

On the ground, countless hidden soul-guided turrets rose up like awakened hedgehogs, their muzzles rapidly charging and locking onto a certain area in the air.

Dozens of uniquely shaped floating soul guides also took to the air, weaving together detection and interference fields.

Amidst a series of precise mechanical hums, the entire sect's base was transformed from a peaceful haven for cultivation into a terrifying soul-guiding battlefield riddled with death traps.

The energy fluctuations emitted by the largest cannons among them were clearly at the level of a level nine soul tool.

This is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School ten thousand years later. Although it no longer enjoys the glory of ancient times and is suppressed by emerging forces such as the Body Sect, it has made an astonishing investment in the field of soul tools thanks to its wealth that rivals that of a country and its talent for appraising treasures.

This protective formation is powerful enough to deter even the most powerful Douluo, let alone the most powerful Douluo.

However, all of this seemed so pale and powerless in the face of two true gods.

Faced with the dense soul guide rays that soared into the sky and were powerful enough to tear apart a Soul Douluo, as well as the incredibly condensed sword energy that Sword Douluo slashed from afar, Ning Rongrong didn't even use any soul skills.

She subconsciously, still somewhat bewildered from the shock, raised her slender, jade-like finger and gently touched the incomparably sharp sword energy.

"Boom~"

There was a soft sound, like a bubble bursting.

The terrifying sword energy, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, shattered like fragile glass the moment it touched Ning Rongrong's fingertips, turning into pure light points that dissipated into the air.

Ning Rongrong's fingers didn't even have a single red mark.

The divine body is far more solid than any metal in the mortal world.

Upon failing with his first sword strike, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's pupils constricted, and an unprecedented solemnity appeared on his face.

He could sense that the newcomer's strength was unfathomable, far exceeding his comprehension.

He was about to activate his Martial Soul True Body and launch a stronger attack, but just as Ning Rongrong and Oscar were fully revealed due to the attack—

Time seemed to have frozen.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's sharp, sword-like gaze was fixed on Ning Rongrong's stunningly beautiful face, which bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to the little witch in his memory, but possessed an even greater air of holiness and elegance.

The Seven Kill Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and his calm and composed mind was stirred up by a raging storm.

"Rong... Rongrong?!"

He cried out, his voice hoarse and filled with disbelief.

Below, Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo who was also preparing to attack, froze in place, staring wide-eyed at Oscar and Ning Rongrong in the air, especially Ning Rongrong:
"Rongrong?! And...Oscar?!"

Ning Fengzhi, who was standing at the very front, trembled violently, and the scepter in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He looked up at Ning Rongrong, who seemed like a goddess descending to earth, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Just then, a girl wearing a pink dress, whose appearance was nine-tenths similar to Ning Rongrong, the Nine-Colored Goddess in the sky, but who looked much more naive and immature, timidly peeked out from behind Bone Douluo.

She had run out out of curiosity and fear after hearing the alarm, but when her gaze met that peerless goddess in the sky, surrounded by a nine-colored halo, she was struck dumb, her mouth agape in an "O" shape.

"Eh?????"

There were two Ning Rongrongs, one in the heavens, surrounded by divine light, and the other on the ground, bewildered and lost.

Spanning millennia, at this moment, we stand facing each other in such an incredible way.

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Only the alarm continued to sound in vain, and the countless soul-guided cannons pointing into the sky, flashing with a cold light.

In this frozen atmosphere, several sharp whooshing sounds came from afar.

A beautiful woman dressed in the magnificent attire of a sect leader, with a capable and composed demeanor and a resemblance to Ning Tian in her features, hurriedly arrived at the scene with several elderly men exuding a powerful aura.

It was Ning Hongyue, the current sect leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, and several powerful elders within the sect. Among them, an old man with red hair had a particularly intense aura; he was Wu Feng's grandfather, Wu Yun, the Red Dragon Douluo who was in charge of the sect's discipline.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng followed closely behind, their faces showing tension and curiosity.

"What happened? An enemy attack? Who are they?!"

Ning Hongyue's voice, clear and authoritative, rang out even before she arrived. (End of Chapter)