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

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Zhu Zhuqing unleashed her last strength, forcibly breaking free from the ice and snow's restraints and retreating backward.

Although her brow was still grazed by the Snow Empress's fingertip, the icy blue divine power invaded her soul, causing her vision to go black and her consciousness to suffer severe damage.

But at least, she avoided the fate of having her divine position shattered directly.

"Zhu Qing".

Dai Mubai caught Zhu Zhuqing as she flew backwards. Seeing her pale face and the icy blue line between her eyebrows, his heart ached terribly.

"Go...go quickly..."

Zhu Zhuqing said weakly that her soul was being eroded by the power of the ice and snow, and her consciousness was beginning to blur.

"Can't leave."

The Snow Empress and the Demon Emperor have blocked their retreat routes from both the front and the back.

Nine ice rings surrounded the Snow Emperor, each radiating a chilling aura close to absolute zero.

The Demon Emperor's Magnetic Thunder Prison was unleashed once more, and a storm of iron sand and purple lightning sealed off the sky.

Dai Mubai held Zhu Zhuqing in his arms, looking at the two powerful enemies in front and behind him, then at Huo Yuhao who was still meditating with his eyes closed in the distance, and further away at the white-haired youth with his arms crossed, seemingly watching a show...

He knew that he was likely to perish here today.

But he is the God of War Dai Mubai, the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, and Tang San's brother.

"Zhu Qing".

Dai Mubai looked down at his wife, who was in a daze in his arms, his eyes flashing with tenderness, followed by resolute determination.

"Do you remember the first time we used the Netherworld White Tiger?"

Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at the familiar madness in her husband's eyes. She understood what was going on.

"you want……"

"Ah."

Dai Mubai nodded, grinned, and his smile was tinged with blood.

"Since we can't leave today anyway, let's show these new generation kids that we old guys aren't pushovers either."

He gently set Zhu Zhuqing down, letting her lean against an ice rock, then turned to face the Snow Emperor and the Demon Emperor.

The golden flames burned even more intensely on his body.

"I never imagined that setting foot on this land again would be my death day. Well, being born here and dying here is not a bad ending."

With each word he spoke, his aura surged.

When he finished speaking, his aura had stabilized at the level of a first-level god, and it was still rising.

But the price was enormous—spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on the surface of his divine body, and golden divine blood gushed out from the cracks like magma, only to evaporate in the flames.

His hair was turning white at a visible rate, a sign that his life force was being rapidly depleted.

"You're insane...you're completely insane."

The Demon Emperor's expression turned solemn.

She could sense that Dai Mubai was exchanging everything for his last strength. After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, he would surely die, his soul and spirit annihilated, with no chance of reincarnation.

The Snow Emperor also abandoned his disdain, his icy blue eyes filled with solemnity.

This is a resolute decision worthy of respect.

"Zhu Qing".

Dai Mubai ignored them, his back to Zhu Zhuqing, and said softly:
"This is the last resort."

Zhu Zhuqing struggled to her feet. Despite her damaged soul and nearly exhausted divine power, she still walked to Dai Mubai's side.

She reached out and took Dai Mubai's hand.

The moment their hands clasped tightly, an invisible resonance arose between them.

That is a resonance that originates from the depths of one's blood, from the very essence of one's soul, and from the bonds that bind us together.

"Martial Soul...fusion."

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing spoke at the same time.

Their bodies began to glow, not gold nor dark black, but a chaotic, all-encompassing yet all-repelling grayish-white light.

In the light, the two figures began to merge and transform.

The roar of the white tiger and the hiss of the ghostly cat rang out at the same time, yet at a certain singularity they perfectly merged into a brand new, soul-shaking beastly roar.

The Snow Empress and the Demon Emperor retreated simultaneously, sensing a deadly threat.

"Stop them!"

The Demon Emperor made the first move, transforming the Myriad Magnetic Thunder Prison into billions of lightning spears, which rained down on the gray-white ball of light.

At the same time, the Snow Emperor also made her move, merging the nine ice rings into one, transforming into an ice-blue pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, shooting directly at the core of the light sphere.

But all the attacks mysteriously disappeared when they approached within a hundred meters of the light sphere.

It wasn't resisted, it wasn't neutralized; it simply vanished into thin air, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Inside the sphere of light, a qualitative change that transcends their comprehension is taking place.

"Roar--!!!"

Finally, a roar that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness resounded throughout the entire wasteland and even spread to a small part of the Douluo Continent.

The grayish-white orb of light exploded.

What appeared in the original spot was no longer the human-shaped Dai Mubai or Zhu Zhuqing, but a giant beast that was over a hundred feet tall and over three hundred feet long.

The beast's appearance is somewhere between a tiger and a cat, its entire body covered in gray and white fur, on which flow divine patterns as dazzling as a galaxy.

Its eyes: the left eye is a burning golden sun, and the right eye is a cold, dark moon.

On his forehead, there is a "王" (king) character pattern that runs through the skull, containing the rules of the two divine positions of the God of War and the God of Speed.

What's most terrifying is the aura emanating from its body—it's the genuine pressure of a first-level god, and not just a newly ascended first-level god, but a terrifying existence with a divine power level of over 130, comparable to a veteran first-level god.

The Netherworld White Tiger.

Moreover, it is not the Netherworld White Tiger from ten thousand years ago, but the ultimate fusion of two second-level deities burning everything and sacrificing their lives—the God-level Netherworld White Tiger.

"Trouble..."

The Demon Emperor's expression changed completely.

She could sense that the power of this Netherworld White Tiger had exceeded the limits of what she could handle.

Even with the infinite energy of the Herrscher core, in the face of an absolute power gap, the infinite energy could only prolong her life a little longer.

Snow Emperor also felt immense pressure.

Although her ice and snow laws are powerful, she may not be able to completely restrain such pure and extreme power.

The Netherworld White Tiger roared to the sky, and the sound waves transformed into a tangible gray-white halo that spread outwards.

Wherever the halo passed, space froze and time slowed down. Even the Snow Empress's Ice and Snow Domain and the Demon Emperor's Magnetic Thunder Prison were forcibly suppressed and contracted.

It lowered its head, its eyes, as bright as the sun and moon, locking onto the Demon Emperor.

"Roar--!"

The Netherworld White Tiger moved.

Its enormous body, three hundred feet long, moves at a speed that defies the laws of physics.

It doesn't run, but leaps through space, appearing hundreds of meters away each time, like teleportation.

In just three steps, it traversed a thousand meters and appeared before the Demon Emperor.

Then, it slapped down with its paw.

It was a claw strike that was both incredibly simple and incredibly terrifying.

The moment the claw struck, the Magnetic Thunder Prison surrounding the Demon Emperor shattered like paper. The iron sand storm was dispersed, the purple lightning was extinguished, and the gravitational singularity was crushed by a single claw.

The Demon Emperor only had time to condense a twelve-layered electromagnetic field shield in front of him before being struck head-on by the tiger's claw.

"Crack——!"

The twelve shields shattered simultaneously.

The Demon Emperor was sent flying backward as if struck by a star, leaving a blood-red trail thousands of meters long in the air before crashing heavily into a mountain peak on the edge of the wasteland.

"Boom--!"

The entire mountain collapsed, burying the Demon Emperor under millions of tons of rocks.

One strike severely injured the Herrscher of Thunder.

The Netherworld White Tiger turned its head, its sun and moon-like eyes locking onto the Snow Emperor.

Snow Empress took a deep breath, formed a hand seal in front of her chest, and activated the core of the Ice Herrscher at full power, causing the Honkai energy of the Imaginary Space to surge into her divine body like a burst dam.

"Absolute Zero - Eternal Ice Coffin"

She would use her strongest defense to withstand this attack.

But the Netherworld White Tiger didn't give her time.

The second claw strikes down, faster and with greater force than the first.

Before the claws even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the space around Xue Di.

Her eternal ice coffin had only been half-formed when the tiger's claws were already on top of her head.

Xue Di closed her eyes.

She knew that if that claw struck, she would be severely injured and on the verge of death.

But the anticipated destruction did not come.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening clang of metal striking metal made Xue Di's eardrums ache.

She opened her eyes and saw a scene she would never forget.

A slender, fair hand gripped a jet-black spear, its tip pressed against a tiger's claw powerful enough to shatter mountains.

The owner of the hand was the white-haired youth who had appeared in front of her at some unknown time.

Lu Jingming.

Holding the gun in one hand, he didn't even flinch, effortlessly blocking the full-force attack of the Netherworld White Tiger.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Lu Jingming raised his head, looked at the hundred-zhang-tall Netherworld White Tiger, and asked in a calm tone as if asking if he had eaten.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Netherworld White Tiger.

It could feel that the power of its claw was disintegrated by some strange force the moment it touched the black spear.

It's not about offsetting or resisting; it's about melting and disintegrating silently, like ice and snow meeting the warm spring sun.

"Roar--!"

The Netherworld White Tiger roared angrily, and its other claw swept across from the side, the tip of which was wrapped with a grayish-white sharpness that could cut through space.

Lu Jingming didn't even turn his head.

With his left hand still holding the black spear to block the first claw, he raised his right hand, and the white lance with white flowers appeared in his hand, which he gently slashed.

A soft white light flashed by, and the Netherworld White Tiger's second claw suddenly froze when it was still three meters away from him.

The sharp edge on the claw tip, sharp enough to cut through space, vanished like a pencil mark erased by an eraser.

Not only that, a thin, long wound appeared on the white tiger's paw. The wound was not bleeding, but was healing rapidly—no, not healing, but the flesh around the wound was growing and multiplying rapidly, expanding wildly in an out-of-control way, and in the blink of an eye, a tumor several meters in diameter grew out.

The tumor twisted and writhed, the outline of facial features emerging on its surface, emitting a silent roar.

That is the White Flower's creative power—to give life, but if used on an enemy, it will cause the enemy's cells to proliferate indefinitely, become cancerous, and ultimately self-destruct.

The Netherworld White Tiger roared in pain, abruptly retracted its claws, and retreated hundreds of meters backward.

It looked down at its right paw, where the growth was still growing wildly and had already invaded its forearm.

It tried to suppress it with divine power, but to no avail—the creative force seemed to have a life of its own, taking root and spreading within its body.

The Black Abyss decomposes all things, and the White Flowers create uncontrollably.

These two guns, one wields the power of death, the other the power of life spiraling out of control.

When combined, they constitute the supreme power to control life and death.

Lu Jingming put away the white flower, held the Black Abyss in one hand, and walked step by step toward the Netherworld White Tiger.

His steps were slow, but with each step he took, the wasteland would tremble.

"You guys really surprised me."

Lu Jingming stopped a hundred meters in front of the Netherworld White Tiger, looked up at the giant beast, and his tone carried a rare hint of admiration.

"Burning my divine position, burning my martial soul, burning my divine soul, in exchange for a brief period of power surpassing that of a first-level god, and this martial soul fusion that transcends the limits... If it weren't for me, you might really have been able to change the course of the battle."

He paused, then twirled the Black Abyss Spear in his hand.

"But unfortunately, you are facing me."

The moment the words left his mouth, Lu Jingming stirred.

It wasn't teleportation, but a much more bizarre method—his body dissolved like a reflection in water, then reformed on top of the Netherworld White Tiger's head.

The Black Abyss Spear pierced through from top to bottom.

The moment the spear tip pierced the head of the Netherworld White Tiger, a black and red ripple spread out from the spear tip.

Wherever the ripples passed, the grayish-white fur of the Netherworld White Tiger began to wither and weather away, as if it had undergone the baptism of billions of years, turning into ashes that fell in a flurry.

"Roar--!!!"

The Netherworld White Tiger let out an angry roar, which shook the surrounding area.

Faced with a deadly crisis, the Netherworld White Tiger unleashed terrifying power, displaying its power as a first-level deity without reservation on the Douluo Continent.

Under the roar of the white tiger, gravity became disordered and the magnetic field went out of control within a radius of a thousand miles.

The earth groaned under its heavy breathing, and deep, bottomless chasms spread out like a spider web.

The clouds in the sky were completely displaced by the invisible air pressure, revealing the deep and dark background of the universe, with only the stars trembling in the distance.

This area has been transformed into a divine realm that does not belong to the mortal world.

Lu Jingming was sent flying backward by the force, but then stood firmly in the void.

The Netherworld White Tiger's four paws ripped through space, and its enormous, molten gold-like eyes were fixed on Lu Jingming, who was suspended in mid-air.

Compared to this colossal beast capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, Lu Jingming's figure appeared so small, like a small boat in a raging storm.

He was dressed in simple black clothes, his white hair remained unmoved in the hurricane formed by the surging divine power, and his red eyes were calm, reflecting the ferocious figure of the giant tiger, yet without the slightest ripple.

Although he was a newly ascended god, the Netherworld White Tiger dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

At this moment, the entire Douluo Continent is cheering and resonating with his existence.

He is the new ruler recognized by the will of this planet.

"Is this your level of awareness?"

Lu Jingming spoke, his voice not loud, yet it clearly overwhelmed the roar of heaven and earth, resonating directly in the depths of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's souls.

"Burn everything, just for a battle destined to be lost?"

"Shut up!"

His reply was a roar from the Netherworld White Tiger that shattered the heavens. (End of Chapter)