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

The soul power within Dai Luoli's body was like a boiling river, frantically circulating, compressing, and enhancing.

The bottleneck of level 41 soul power that had just been broken through was instantly shattered, and the soul power level began to soar—level 42, level 43... and finally stabilized at around level 47.

This is not just an upgrade in level, but a transformation in foundation and potential.

The dramatic changes exhausted Dai Luoli's mind. He groaned and sat down cross-legged on the ground, falling into a deep meditative state. His body was surrounded by blood-red light, and his aura fluctuated as he absorbed and digested this sudden and earth-shattering fortune with all his might.

After doing all this, Dai Mubai breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had used up some of his divine power, but the effect was satisfactory.

He then slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning, shooting directly at the shadowy corner of the garden, and said in a low voice:

"Having watched for so long, isn't it time for you to show yourself? Do I have to personally 'invite' you out, or will you come out on your own?"

In the shadows, Huo Yuhao's spirits lifted; he knew he had to face what he had to face.

He took a deep breath to calm his emotions, which were stirred by Dai Mubai's divine power. He removed his disguise and concealment, strode out from under the shade of the tree, and came to the bright garden open space, where he stood in front of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

He raised his hand and slowly lifted the black hood from his head, revealing his young face.

Upon seeing Huo Yuhao's true appearance, Dai Mubai immediately frowned.

It wasn't blonde hair as expected, but black hair.

More importantly, in his perception, the martial spirit aura active on Huo Yuhao's body was not that of a white tiger, but rather a profound spiritual attribute and an extremely cold ice attribute, and even an extremely subtle, aggressive and predatory unfamiliar bloodline fluctuation.

The bloodline resonance originating from the White Tiger, though present, was very weak, masked by the aura of other bloodlines. However, it was a genuine direct bloodline of the White Tiger, no less than that of Dai Luoli.

This contradictory feeling puzzled Dai Mubai, but the connection of their bloodlines was unmistakable.

"You, are you also a descendant of my White Tiger lineage?"

Dai Mubai asked in a deep voice, scrutinizing Huo Yuhao with sharp eyes.

"Why are you hiding here? Judging from your bone age, you're not much older than Luo Li, yet your cultivation has already reached the Title Douluo realm. You're exceptionally talented! Since you're of the Dai family bloodline, why are you acting this way?"

His tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction, but more so a sense of surprise and curiosity at discovering outstanding younger colleagues.

The fact that the White Tiger lineage possessed such a genius greatly dispelled the gloom in his heart.

However, Huo Yuhao's answer instantly froze the satisfied look on Dai Mubai's face.

Huo Yuhao met Dai Mubai's scrutinizing gaze, his voice calm yet resolute, neither humble nor arrogant:

"Junior Huo Yuhao greets the two seniors, but my surname is Huo, not Dai, and I am not a member of the Dai family."

"Huo Yuhao?"

Dai Mubai's eyes suddenly sharpened like knives, and his aura slightly hardened.

"Boy, you have the blood of the White Tiger flowing through your veins, that's an indisputable fact. Why do you say such things? Has your family done something to wrong you that you're unwilling to even acknowledge your own surname?"

He was displeased. The White Tiger bloodline was so glorious; how could it be easily abandoned by future generations?
Just as Dai Mubai was slightly angered by Huo Yuhao's denial and was about to press further, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been silently observing, suddenly stepped forward. Her clear, beautiful eyes were fixed on Huo Yuhao, and her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible chill and surprise as she spoke:

"Mu Bai, don't rush. Sensing carefully... there's Xiao Wu's aura on him."

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai was startled.

Just now, his attention was completely drawn to Huo Yuhao's bloodline and talent, and he ignored everything else.

After Zhu Zhuqing reminded him, he immediately focused his attention and examined the matter carefully.

really.

Within Huo Yuhao's complex aura field, besides the spiritual, ice-type, strange bloodline, and faint white tiger aura, there was also an extremely familiar fluctuation, carrying the unique agility and life force of the Soft Bone Rabbit—it was Xiao Wu's aura.

Moreover, this aura was not a temporary contamination, but rather penetrated deep into his soul power, spiritual power, and even life field, presenting a state of long-term coexistence and close integration. The high concentration and deep relationship could not be explained by ordinary contact.

Dai Mubai's brows furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with immense doubt and a sense of foreboding.

Xiao Wu is Tang San's wife and one of their most important companions.

Why is her aura so deeply present on this unfamiliar young man who calls himself "Huo Yuhao" and possesses the White Tiger bloodline but refuses to acknowledge it? What exactly is going on?

The atmosphere in the garden instantly became more somber and enigmatic because of Zhu Zhuqing's words.

"Xiao Wu's aura?"

Huo Yuhao's heart tightened, his heart stopped beating for half a beat, and then he began to pound wildly in his chest.

Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice forced him to confront a truth he had been trying to avoid.

How could he not have heard of Xiao Wu? She was one of the legendary first generation of Shrek Seven Devils from ten thousand years ago, the heroine in countless love legends of later generations who followed the Sea God Tang San through life and death, and the core of the famous saying "Resurrect, my love" that has been passed down through the ages.

Zhu Zhuqing said that he has a strong Xiao Wu vibe.
In a flash, a figure uncontrollably appeared in Huo Yuhao's mind—Xiao Mei.

The mysterious woman who was seriously injured and collapsed in the mountains near the Holy Spirit Cult, and whom he unexpectedly rescued.

She has lost all her memories, but she possesses incredible flexibility and powerful divine strength. Her fighting style is agile yet deadly, imbued with an inhuman wildness and elegance.

She always stayed quietly by his side, her eyes sometimes vacant, sometimes showing dependence on him.

Later, she became his wife and gave birth to his child...

He wasn't without his doubts.

The power Xiao Mei displayed, her unique fighting rhythm, and the occasional traits that resonated so well with the Soft Bone Rabbit Soul Master... all subtly pointed to an incredible answer.

But he subconsciously chose to ignore it, or rather, some selfish fear and attachment deep in his heart made him unwilling to delve into it.

He cherished this unexpected warmth, cherished Xiaomei's unconditional trust and reliance on him, and cherished the small world they had built together, temporarily isolated from the bloodshed and turmoil of the outside world.

However, at this moment, the identification from one of Xiao Wu's closest companions in the divine realm was like a thunderbolt, shattering the fog of self-deception and laying bare the bloody possibility before him.

If Xiaomei really is Xiaowu...

This thought made Huo Yuhao feel a dizzying sensation, followed by a bone-chilling cold and a surging sense of crisis.

He and Tang San, the Sea God, were sworn enemies—Tang San had imprisoned his mother Huo Yun'er's soul in the God Realm, which was the root of his struggle. His original plan was to accumulate power, storm the God Realm, and reclaim his mother.

He was filled with hostility towards Tang San, but he also had a complex emotion—if it weren't for Tang San, his mother might not even have been able to preserve her soul and would have completely disappeared.

He even considered that perhaps there was a chance to get his mother's soul back through some kind of deal or compromise.

But now, if Xiao Mei is Xiao Wu... all of this will vanish and escalate into an irreconcilable blood feud.

He, Huo Yuhao, a mortal from the lower realm, took Tang San's wife, the God of the Sea, and made her his woman, even having her bear his child... For any man, this would be an utter disgrace that would consume his reason.

Moreover, Tang San is a god-king who rules over a region and is supremely majestic.

Once the truth comes out, Huo Yuhao has no doubt that the legendary Sea God Tang San, known for his decisive methods and ruthless treatment of enemies, will spare no effort to crush him, everything he cherishes, and even his mother's soul into cosmic dust in the most thunderous, cruel, and brutal way.

Absolutely, absolutely must not be exposed.

This thought popped into Huo Yuhao's mind.

Xiao Wu absolutely cannot regain her memories. Otherwise, he cannot imagine how the Soft Bone Douluo, whose memories have been restored and who knows everything, would react to the cruel reality that she has lost her virginity to another man and even conceived a child.
Is it collapse? Is it hatred? Or will he choose self-destruction because of his deep affection for Tang San, and hate Huo Yuhao as a result?

Behind that phrase, "Rise, my love," lies a profound bond that he dared not gamble on.

Similarly, Xiao Wu must never be allowed to meet Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

These two are Xiao Wu's closest companions. Their presence and their very existence may be the most powerful catalysts to awaken Xiao Wu's memories.

Although the memory seal imposed by Huo Yuhao using his power as a Lawbringer of Knowledge was strong, he had no confidence that he could completely resist this familiarity and impact that originated from the depths of his soul.

In an instant, a thousand thoughts raced through Huo Yuhao's mind, but thanks to his control over his emotions, only a perfectly timed micro-expression of shock and bewilderment appeared on his face.

"Senior Xiao Wu?"

He then revealed an expression of disbelief, his voice trembling slightly with shock.

"Senior is joking. Soft Bone Douluo and you are all legendary figures from ten thousand years ago, who have long since ascended to the God Realm. How could I, a junior, have the honor of having seen her, let alone been touched by her aura? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

He tried to conceal it, speaking in a natural tone, even with a hint of reverence and distance from the legendary figure.

However, he was facing Zhu Zhuqing, the goddess of speed.

Throughout her long years in the realm of gods, Zhu Zhuqing may have been lazy and didn't like to meddle in other people's business, but her keenness and insight had been honed to the extreme through countless battles and meditations.

Huo Yuhao's instantaneous change in his eyes, the extremely subtle and almost imperceptible emotional fluctuations, and the almost non-existent hesitation in his reply, all failed to escape her perception.

"you are lying."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice suddenly dropped to freezing point. She took a step forward, and an invisible aura instantly locked onto Huo Yuhao, as if the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped several degrees.

The languidness in her beautiful eyes was gone, replaced by a sharp, cold glint.

“You not only met Xiao Wu, but also had a long and extremely close relationship with her. The aura on your body has penetrated deep into the foundation of your soul power. This cannot be explained by a brief encounter or indirect contact.”

Her tone was absolutely certain, leaving no room for doubt.

The perception of deities, especially their ability to recognize the aura of close friends, is never wrong.

Dai Mubai's expression also darkened completely.

The slight tolerance and patience that had arisen in him because of discovering an outstanding junior quickly faded in the face of Xiao Wu's whereabouts and Huo Yuhao's obvious concealment.

A terrifying pressure, heavy as a mountain and blazing as fire, began to emanate from his body. It was the majesty of the God of War, far surpassing the power he had used to intimidate Dai Luoli earlier.

"Boy."

Dai Mubai's voice deepened, carrying a sense of impending doom. His golden eyes were fixed on Huo Yuhao, as if trying to see through his soul.

"Out of consideration for our shared bloodline and your remarkable talent, I didn't intend to be rough with you. However, Xiao Wu's matter is of great importance and cannot be concealed or treated lightly."

He paused, his tone carrying an extremely strong warning:
“Tell me the truth: Where is Xiaowu? How is she doing? What is your relationship with her? If you utter even a single lie, or try to evade the question…”

Dai Mubai didn't finish speaking, but on the hand he slowly raised, golden divine power flames flickered faintly, and the surrounding space began to distort slightly, emitting a hum that seemed unable to bear the weight.

That destructive power clearly demonstrated that he was not just bluffing.

For a second-level god, especially a war god known for his combat prowess, his wrath is something that a mortal titled Douluo cannot easily withstand.

"Otherwise, the consequences... you can't afford them."

Dai Mubai's last few words struck Huo Yuhao's heart like a heavy hammer.

The atmosphere in the garden froze at that moment.

Faced with Dai Mubai's undisguised divine power and Zhu Zhuqing's questioning, Huo Yuhao knew that any explanation or maneuvering was meaningless at this moment.

The gods' perception and intuition far surpass those of mortals. They have already determined that they have a very deep connection with Xiao Wu and will never let her go easily.

He sighed silently, a sigh filled with helplessness and heaviness.

Originally, he just wanted to secretly take a look at his younger brother who had once given him a little warmth, to see how he was doing, and perhaps... in a corner where no one knew, to offer a little bit of compensation or protection.

But to her utter surprise, she ran into these two "ancestors" who descended from the divine realm and had an inseparable relationship with Xiao Wu.

"It seems."

Huo Yuhao raised his head, all the panic, confusion, and attempts to explain on his face receding like the tide, leaving only an almost indifferent calm. He spoke softly.

"This cannot be resolved amicably."

The tone of his words was calm, yet it carried a composure and aloofness completely different from before, as if he had instantly become a different person.

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai was first taken aback, then laughed in exasperation.

Even if a titled Douluo from the lower realm has the highest talent, when facing two true second-level gods, one of whom is the God of War known for his combat prowess, he actually said that "it cannot be resolved peacefully".

That's incredibly arrogant and overconfident. (End of Chapter)