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

Now, looking at that timid child from his memory, forced to sit on the volcano-like throne of the duke, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, bewildered and helpless, enduring the immense pain of his family's destruction and the tragic deaths of his father and brothers, and the source of this pain was, to a large extent, him, Huo Yuhao... A sense of guilt pierced his heart, which had long been tainted by hatred.

He personally killed Dai Huabin, coldly watched Dai Yueheng die in battle, and even drove Dai Hao to the brink of despair before he committed suicide... He played an indispensable role in the collapse of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

A rare hint of tenderness flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

He almost stepped out of the shadows, took off his hood, confessed everything to the boy he once regarded as his "younger brother," and then... offered a helping hand, using his current strength to give him a different path in life.

At least, it spares him from sinking into this quagmire of despair.

Just as his foot slightly lifted, and the shadow rippled in response—

"Um?!"

Huo Yuhao and Electrolux in his spiritual sea became alert almost simultaneously.

Two divine auras, completely different from the soul power of mortals, appeared without warning above the White Tiger Duke's mansion, like two miniature stars, and instantly descended into the mansion at a speed beyond perception.

Their target seems to be this back garden.

"Yuhao, be careful."

Electrolux’s aged and solemn voice rang out rapidly.

"That's the aura of a god, and not just a divine consciousness clone, but the true form descending. A god has actually descended to the mortal realm at this moment... It seems that the changes in Douluo Continent have already alarmed the God Realm."

Huo Yuhao was shocked and immediately concealed all his aura, perfectly hiding himself in the shadows, while the power of the Herrscher of Knowledge quietly began to circulate.

He was no longer the naive boy he once was. Having experienced the chaos of the Ming Capital and even faced the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, he had witnessed the terror of god-level power. In an instant, he judged the level of the newcomer—a true god-level being, and definitely not the kind who had just inherited the godhood.

Escape? The thought flashed through Huo Yuhao's mind, but he immediately realized that in the instant those two divine senses swept across the garden, although he had concealed himself extremely well, he had probably already been detected by the other party.

However, the other party seemed to focus their attention on the drunken Dai Luoli.

"Let's take a look first."

Huo Yuhao forced himself to calm down and focused his mind.

The other party is a deity, and their target seems to be Delori. Why have they come? Are they friend or foe? He wanted to find out.

At the same time, the guilt he felt towards Dai Luoli prevented him from turning away.

Although he drove Dai Hao to his death, Dai Luoli... was ultimately innocent and had once given him warmth.

He was not without support.

The bizarre mental abilities granted by the core of the Herrscher of Knowledge, Electrox, and... other life-saving trump cards gave him confidence that even if he faced a true god, he might be able to maneuver or even escape.

Those who descended upon the garden were naturally Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

The moment the two stepped into the mansion, their divine senses enveloped the entire area.

Dai Mubai's gaze was like lightning, and he immediately caught sight of the black-robed figure hidden in the shade of the trees, whose aura was strange and concealed.

What stirred his heart even more was that he could sense a faint but pure White Tiger bloodline resonance from the other party.

"Another member of the Dai family? Wasn't it said that only Dai Luoli was left?"

Dai Mubai was puzzled, but right now, the drunken, dejected boy in the garden attracted his attention more and ignited his anger.

He suppressed his curiosity about the mysterious man in black robes and turned his gaze to Dai Luoli.

Looking at the disheveled, drunken boy slumped over the table, muttering to himself, Dai Mubai's golden eyes flashed with an undisguised disappointment and anger at his lack of ambition.

Is this the last direct descendant of the White Tiger lineage? Is this the descendant who inherited the White Tiger Martial Soul?

So pathetic, so weak, facing a formidable enemy and the collapse of his family, he has no ambition but only knows how to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

If he hadn't sensed that the Dai family bloodline had indeed withered to a shocking degree, leaving only this "sole heir," given Dai Mubai's fiery temper, he probably would have already roared like a tiger to wake it up and given it a good beating.

Just then, Dai Luoli seemed to sense a strange and extremely oppressive gaze. He groggily raised his head and looked at the man and woman who had suddenly appeared in the garden with drunken eyes.

"Who...who are you? How did you get in?!"

Halfway through sobering up, Dai Luoli subconsciously questioned him sharply, struggling to stand up, but staggering due to her drunkenness.

He stared at Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, feeling that the two had extraordinary temperaments and appearances... there was a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had seen them somewhere before, but his dazed mind couldn't remember for a moment.

Dai Mubai did not answer his question, but instead looked him up and down, shook his head, and spoke in a deep voice with the authority of someone who had long held a high position:

"Let's take a look at the last bloodline of the White Tiger lineage. Unfortunately... it's disappointing."

These words pierced Delori's already sensitive and insecure heart like a needle.

With the family undergoing a dramatic change and powerless to change, are even strangers now daring to come to the White Tiger Duke's mansion to mock and belittle it?

A surge of emotions—a mixture of humiliation, anger, and despair—suddenly overwhelmed his reason.

"What did you say?!"

Dai Luoli's eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared. He even forgot to think about how the other party had sneaked into the heavily guarded Duke's mansion. His soul power as a four-ring Soul Master erupted instinctively, and the phantom of a white tiger vaguely appeared behind him. He actually pounced directly on Dai Mubai and threw a punch.

Seeing Dai Luoli act so impulsively and recklessly, without considering the consequences, Dai Mubai's disappointment deepened.

He didn't even move his feet, his eyes just narrowed slightly.

"Om-!"

A terrifying tiger's might, originating from the deepest part of his bloodline, crashed down on Dai Luoli like an invisible mountain.

That wasn't pressure from soul power, but rather from a higher level of bloodline and divine power.

Behind Dai Mubai, a majestic white tiger phantom, standing on stars and looking down upon the world, flashed by.

"Pfft!"

Dai Luoli's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground without any resistance. His bones creaked under the pressure, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

The alcohol has completely worn off.

But at this moment, the horror in his heart far outweighed the physical pain.

Because within that oppressive force that made his soul tremble, he felt an incomparably familiar, incomparably intimate resonance, as if it originated from the source of his own bloodline—it was the purest, most ancient, and most powerful aura of the White Tiger Martial Soul.

He is infinitely more pure and powerful than his father Dai Hao and his elder brother Dai Yueheng.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at Dai Mubai again, then his gaze shifted to Zhu Zhuqing, who remained silent beside him, her demeanor as aloof and cold as the moon. The two women's appearances gradually overlapped with the ancient portrait he had seen when he mischievously broke into the secret room his father had forbidden outsiders to enter as a child, a portrait that was carefully enshrined...

The portrait depicts a war god with blond hair and piercing eyes, exuding a captivating and arrogant charm, and a speed god clad in black, cold and aloof, possessing unparalleled elegance…

Dai Luoli's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, her mouth involuntarily opened, and her mind went blank, as if she had been repeatedly struck by lightning.

"You...you...you are..."

His voice trembled violently, filled with disbelief.

Seeing Dai Luoli's expression, as if he had seen a ghost, Dai Mubai knew that he had been recognized.

The sternness on his face softened slightly, and a faint smile curved at the corners of his lips.
"It seems I wasn't too foolish after all."

"Pfft!"

This time, Dai Luoli did it on her own initiative, slamming her forehead heavily onto the cold ground. Her voice, trembling with excitement and fear, was choked with sobs:

“This unworthy descendant, Dai Luoli, pays respects to our two ancestors. Just now... just now Luoli was drunk and lost control, offending the divine majesty of our ancestors. I deserve to die. Please forgive me, ancestors.”

He felt both ecstatic and terrified.

To everyone's delight, in this desperate situation, the legendary ancestral spirits descended upon the world.

What terrified him was that his ancestors had seen his pathetic state and offensive behavior just now, and he was afraid that his impression of them had become extremely bad.

Huo Yuhao, hidden in the shadows, witnessed everything, and his heart was also filled with turmoil.

“Dai Mubai… Zhu Zhuqing… gods descended to earth… it was actually them.”

He felt that things were developing in a way that was completely beyond his expectations and had become much more complicated.

Dai Mubai's thoughtful glance towards the shadows where he was earlier made his heart tighten.

Seeing Dai Luoli kneeling on the ground in fear and trepidation, Dai Mubai's anger at her lack of ambition subsided slightly.

At least, this descendant still recognizes his ancestors and his attitude is respectful.

"Get up."

Dai Mubai's voice was authoritative, but no longer contained any oppressive force.

A gentle divine force lifted Dai Luoli up.

Dai Luoli staggered to his feet, still not daring to look directly at his two ancestors, and stood with his head bowed in solemn silence.

"There's no need to be so reserved. We have important business to attend to in the mortal realm. Now, tell me, what do you know about the current situation on the continent, the current state of the Star Luo Empire, and especially the recent situation of my White Tiger lineage? Tell me everything."

Dai Mubai asked in a deep voice, wanting to get firsthand information from this last remaining bloodline.

Dai Luoli hurriedly recounted everything he knew, from the Sun Moon Empire's sudden launch of a full-scale war, to the collapse of the Mingdou Mountain Range defense line, the deaths of his father Dai Hao and elder brother Dai Yueheng, the near-total loss of the core generals and soul masters of the White Tiger lineage in the war, and now the Duke's mansion is deserted and surrounded by various forces eyeing it covetously...

His words were fragmented and many details were unclear. After all, in the early stages of the war, he was just an insignificant soldier. Later, he was suddenly thrust into a high position due to a major change, which left him disoriented and unable to access much of the deeper intelligence and conspiracies.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing listened quietly without interrupting.

They didn't expect to get any detailed or confidential information from a marginalized young duke; they were more interested in understanding the direct process of the White Tiger lineage's decline and the character of its descendants.

After listening to Dai Luoli's sorrowful and bewildered narration, Dai Mubai remained silent for a moment.

He could sense in Dai Luoli's words the deep affection and longing for his father and brothers, the pain of the family's decline, and the hidden inferiority and powerlessness.

This child is not a bad person. In fact, it is quite remarkable that he did not completely break down or become extreme after experiencing such a huge change.

However, as a descendant of the White Tiger bloodline, this weakness and mediocrity were still unacceptable in Dai Mubai's eyes.

He stepped forward and said in an unquestionable tone, "Give me your hand."

Dai Luoli was puzzled, but dared not disobey, so she quickly extended her right hand.

Dai Mubai pointed his fingers like a sword and gently touched Dai Luoli's wrist. A wisp of the God of War's power silently entered Dai Luoli's body, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones, deeply exploring his martial spirit origin and bloodline.

At first, Dai Mubai's brows were furrowed.

Dai Luoli's meridians are not wide, and his soul power is only average. His innate talent is indeed as mediocre as the outside world says.

But soon, when his divine power touched the dormant White Tiger Martial Soul origin deep within Dai Luoli's soul, a faint, strange fluctuation caught his attention.

"Ok?"

A golden light flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes as he carefully sensed it.

He discovered that Dai Luoli's White Tiger Martial Soul was not purely mediocre. Deep within its core, it seemed to contain an extremely obscure quality that leaned towards bloodthirstiness, ferocity, and tenacity, as if it were covered by a thick layer of dust and a mediocre appearance. It was a rare, unawakened mutated potential.

This potential may never be activated under normal conditions, but under extreme emotional stimulation or the guidance of other forces, it may emerge from its cocoon and transform.

"So that's how it is... It's not rotten wood, but a pearl covered in dust, which needs to be tempered by fierce fire and refined like true gold."

Dai Mubai's heart stirred, his disappointment lessened, and a thought of giving it a try arose.

The White Tiger lineage cannot truly be severed. Even a mediocre talent, if their potential can be unleashed, may still be able to support the family.

"Kid, bear with it, it might be a little painful, but this is your opportunity."

Dai Mubai gave a low shout and no longer hesitated.

He grasped Dai Luoli's arm, and an even more powerful and refined God of War surged in, no longer probing, but with a domineering and intense stimulation, directly attacking the origin of Dai Luoli's White Tiger Martial Soul.

At the same time, a trace of his own original bloodline aura, originating from the divine-level White Tiger Martial Soul, was also injected into it like a spark.

"what--!"

Dai Luoli felt an intensely hot power, as if it could melt the soul, instantly fill his entire body. His limbs and bones felt as if they had been thrown into a furnace, and every inch of flesh and every meridian was violently trembling, tearing and reassembling.

The White Tiger Martial Soul deep within his soul let out a silent roar. The "dust" that enveloped his origin was instantly shattered by the violent divine power. The hidden mutated traits were completely activated and amplified, and resonated and merged violently with the divine bloodline aura injected by Dai Mubai.

A blinding crimson light rose from Dai Luoli's body, and the previously somewhat ethereal white tiger phantom quickly solidified, its form beginning to change—its fur turned dark red, its fangs and claws became sharper and more prominent, and wild crimson flames burned in its eyes, spreading a terrifying aura of ferocity, tenacity, and relentless annihilation.

His martial spirit is evolving from an ordinary white tiger into a more ferocious form—the blood tiger.

At the same time, his originally unremarkable innate soul power aptitude was forcibly elevated and expanded under the influence of this primal surge and the nourishment of divine blood. (End of Chapter)