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

At this moment, neither Dai Mubai nor Zhu Zhuqing, who had transformed into the Netherworld White Tiger, showed any intention of communicating. They roared angrily.

The white tiger roared, transforming into a visible circular shockwave.

Wherever the shockwave passed, space twisted violently and shattered layer by layer. All matter—whether rock, soil, or air—was instantly broken down into its most primitive particles, forming an ever-expanding, absolutely void realm.

This is an area-of-effect attack powerful enough to make even a regular level-one god retreat.

Faced with the oncoming shockwave, Lu Jingming simply raised his right hand slowly.

The black spear, its tip aimed at the destructive shockwave.

At the tip of Black Abyss's spear, a tiny, almost invisible black singularity appeared.

It emits no scent, yet possesses boundless gravitational pull.

The devastating shockwave, upon contact with the singularity, was like water being sucked into a bottomless pit. All its power, divine strength, light, and sound were swallowed up in an instant, without even causing a ripple.

It was as if that earth-shattering attack just now was merely a silent illusion.

"invalid……?"

Within the consciousness of the Netherworld White Tiger, Dai Mubai's voice was filled with disbelief and horror.

Despite their all-out attack, they couldn't even make the enemy move.

"It seems you have some misunderstanding about me. Aren't you underestimating me?"

Lu Jingming smiled faintly, "He is not a conventional god in this universe, so his strength cannot be judged by his divine power level."

Before the words were even finished, the Netherworld White Tiger moved.

Zhu Zhuqing's will took over at this moment.

Its enormous body transformed into a streak of light in an instant, transcending the limitations of space and time.

Its target was Lu Jingming's back, where the massive tiger claw was imbued with the sharp divine power of the God of War. Golden light tore through layers of spatial rifts, as if it could easily crush a star.

Netherworld Instant Kill Claw.

However, just as the tiger's claws were about to touch Lu Jingming's back, it stopped.

It didn't want to stop; it had no choice but to stop.

Thin chains made of pure lightning appeared around the Netherworld White Tiger at some unknown time. These chains were not physical entities, but were woven from the divine power of the "God of Eternity and Lightning".

“I am the god of eternity and lightning, and I am not just someone who can control lightning.”

Lu Jingming sighed softly, explaining that the divine position he had condensed was that of the God of Eternity and Thunder, not simply the God of Thunder.

Because the core of the divine position, Raiden Shin, is related to time and also to the Great God of the Eternal World, the Ruler of Time, Ishtar, the divine position condensed with Raiden Shin's authority as its core naturally not only controls lightning, but also controls time to a certain extent.

The power of the eternal divine position made the flow of time around him absolutely self-sustaining.

To the Netherworld White Tiger, it launched a surprise attack that resembled teleportation.

But in Lu Jingming's perception, its movements were as slow as a snail crawling, and every detail and every mobilization of divine power was clearly visible.

"Roar!"

The Netherworld White Tiger roared in resentment, its divine power erupting wildly as it tried to break free of the chains.

Dai Mubai's will regained control, and the raging power of the God of War transformed into golden flames, scorching the lightning chains.

Crack!

Several chains snapped instantly.

The moment it regained its mobility, the Netherworld White Tiger did not hesitate at all. It opened its blood-red maw, and a ball of energy, interwoven with gold and black, which contained all its divine power, rapidly formed in its mouth.

The Netherworld White Tiger Annihilates.

This is a powerful strike that transcends the realm of divine fusion techniques and truly touches the threshold of a god-king.

The sheer amount of energy gathered caused the surrounding spatial barriers to groan under immense strain, and dark spatial cracks, like hideous scars, spread across the sky.

The ground of the entire wasteland was sinking, as if it were being pressed into the earth's core by this force.

"ended."

Dai Mubai's will roared, filled with a resolute determination to perish together with his opponent.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to destroy half the continent, Lu Jingming slowly turned around and looked at the Netherworld White Tiger behind him.

There was no solemnity in his eyes, but rather a hint of indifference bordering on pity.

"At the end of destruction lies new life."

He raised his other hand.

A white lance, white flowers, its tip aimed at the annihilating orb of light that could end everything.

The next second, an indescribable, dazzling white light burst forth from the tip of the white flower spear.

The white light was not intense; instead, it was full of gentleness and peace.

It did not collide violently with the golden-black sphere of destruction, but rather gently enveloped it like a spring breeze and rain.

A strange scene happened.

The ball of light, which contained endless destructive power, began to calm down rapidly the moment it came into contact with the white light.

The golden sharpness and the black stillness seemed to be neutralized and purified by a higher-dimensional force.

The laws of destruction were forcibly reversed, transforming into pure, primal life energy.

The entire process was silent and stealthy, yet it was more awe-inspiring than any earth-shattering explosion.

"No...it's impossible, my divine power...is...is being disintegrated?"

For the first time, fear was heard in Dai Mubai's voice within the consciousness of the Netherworld White Tiger.

This is not a suppression at the energy level; it is an absolute crushing of existence.

Just as water cannot extinguish the sun, flames cannot burn in a vacuum.

Their destruction, in the face of Lu Jingming's creative authority, even shook the very foundation of their existence.

Holding a white flower, Lu Jingming walked step by step toward the dazed Netherworld White Tiger.

As he moved forward, miracles unfolded on the wasteland.

The cracked and sunken earth beneath his feet has been revitalized.

Tender green grass shoots broke through the soil and grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a knee-high grassland in the blink of an eye.

The rocks that had been reduced to dust by the aftershocks of the battle reformed, blooming into clusters of colorful crystals.

The dry air became moist, and specks of fluorescent light gathered into streams that meandered across the grassland.

Under his guidance, the immense life energy transformed from the white flower began to repair the land ravaged by the divine war.

Destruction is overshadowed by creation.

"Do you see that? That's my power."

Lu Jingming approached the enormous tiger head, reached out, and gently placed his hand on its forehead.

"What you seek is greater destructive power, while what I possess is the power to define the rules."

White light swirled on his palm.

The power of the "God of Wisdom and Life" is activated.

The massive body of the Netherworld White Tiger trembled violently.

It sensed that the fused divine power that constituted its body, belonging to Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, was being forcibly analyzed and separated by an irresistible will.

"What...what are you going to do?" Zhu Zhuqing's thoughts trembled slightly.

“Let everything return to its original state.” Lu Jingming’s tone was completely flat.

"No, we are gods, and the dignity of the divine realm cannot be desecrated."

Dai Mubai let out a final roar, attempting to summon his last bit of divine power to resist.

"god?"

A mocking smile curled at the corners of Lu Jingming's lips.

“In my world, you are not.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of white light suddenly shone from his palm.

"Creation and Reversal".

boom! ! !
The enormous, towering body of the Netherworld White Tiger began to disintegrate into countless golden and black light spots from the inside out in an extremely bizarre way.

The power it gained by burning its divine position was forcibly reversed by the authority of creation, and it was forced back from fusion to a state of separation.

The enormous light and shadow disintegrated in the air, like a grand yet tragic fireworks display.

A moment later, the light faded.

Two figures fell helplessly from the sky and landed on the newly grown soft grass.

It was Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

They regained their human form, but their divine armor had become dull and cracked.

Their aura had weakened to the extreme, and their divine power was almost gone.

Their divine positions have been completely shattered in the process of merging just now and being forcibly separated now.

They are no longer gods.

Dai Mubai struggled to lift his head, looking at the unharmed figure standing quietly on the newborn grassland, his eyes filled with despair and confusion.

They gambled everything, only to be met with such a complete and humiliating defeat.

The other side didn't even launch a real attack; they merely demonstrated a different way of using their authority, and all their pride vanished.

"Why...why is this happening..."

He muttered to himself, his pride as a former god of war shattered in that moment.

Lu Jingming retrieved the Black Abyss White Flower, and the twin pistols in his hands turned into specks of light and dissipated.

He looked down at the two former deities who had lost everything, his eyes still calm.

“Because times have changed.”

He turned away, no longer glancing at them, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, as if piercing through the dimensional barrier to see the lofty realm of gods.

"And I am the new era."

On the barren plain, a long wind blows, the green grass sways, and a rich sense of life is brought.

The sky, torn apart by the war of gods, has somehow been mended, and the sunlight shines down again, warm and gentle.

It was as if the earth-shattering battle between the gods that had just taken place was merely a brief nightmare.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing lay on the soft grass, feeling the loss of divine power within their bodies, and an unprecedented sense of weakness swept over them.

They fell from the clouds to the mortal world, and even moving a finger became incredibly difficult.

The pain of a shattered divine position far surpasses that of the physical body; it is a void where existence is stripped away, as if a piece of the soul has been ripped out.

Just then, a violent yet familiar aura of lightning exploded behind them, filling the air with a strong smell of ozone.

Space twisted violently, as if torn open by an invisible hand, and a slightly disheveled purple lightning bolt flashed out, revealing the figure of the Demon Emperor.

The magnificent black-purple dress she wore, which symbolized the authority of the Herrscher of Thunder, now showed several tears caused by the burning of golden divine power, with energy particles still remaining at the edges as they were annihilated.

A trace of still-dry divine blood clung to the corner of her fair lips, clearly indicating that she had suffered a serious injury from the Netherworld White Tiger's claw attack.

But her eyes burned with a vengeful flame even more intense than the lightning emanating from her body.

Her gaze passed over Lu Jingming and was fixed on the two helpless figures on the ground.

They were the man's companions.

The hatred of the deep-sea demon whale clan and the pain of her husband's murder transformed into tangible killing intent at this moment.

She raised her hand, her fingertips wreathed in destructive purple arcs of electricity that crackled and ionized the surrounding space.

It's only right to collect some interest before seeking revenge on Tang San.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing sensed the deadly killing intent. They struggled to get up, but could only watch in vain as the destructive lightning gathered at each other's fingertips.

Despair, having just experienced it once, has descended once more.

However, the destructive lightning did not strike.

A figure appeared before the Demon Emperor without warning, like a ghost.

It is Lu Jingming.

He reached out, his movements seemingly slow, yet precise and preemptive, grabbing the Demon Emperor's arm as it was about to strike.

His palm was warm and powerful, without containing any violent energy, but the moment his fingertips touched the Demon Emperor's wrist, the Demon Emperor felt an irresistible and incomprehensible force engulf him.

The lightning at her fingertips, powerful enough to pierce mountains, dimmed and went out instantly, like a light bulb that had been unplugged, without even a trace of electricity.

Her lightning powers were forcibly silenced in the face of this palm.

The Demon Emperor's pupils suddenly contracted, and the shock in his heart even exceeded that when he faced the Netherworld White Tiger.

That is a fear of a higher being, stemming from the instinct of life.

“I told you, they have someone who wants them.”

Lu Jingming's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

His gaze did not fall on the Demon Emperor, but on the two former gods who had lost everything, as if he were examining his spoils of war.

"Since you have lost, you have no right to kill them."

These words struck the Demon Emperor's arrogant heart like a heavy hammer.

She lost... Yes, she lost.

Even though she possessed almost limitless energy, she did lose to the Netherworld White Tiger, who possessed the combat power of a first-level god, and she was indeed injured as a result.

Lu Jingming, however, resolved everything head-on with an almost overwhelming force.

High judgment.

The Demon Emperor clenched his silver teeth, the friction between his teeth and lips almost drawing blood.

An overwhelming sense of resentment and anger surged within her, but reason held it firmly in check.

She could feel that the hand gripping her wrist wasn't using much force, but it contained a kind of intimidation that threatened to completely erase her from existence if she dared to make the slightest move.

She is not afraid of the Netherworld White Tiger or a first-level god, because she still has a trump card to save her life.

But she dared not provoke Lu Jingming, because she knew very well that she could not afford the consequences of provoking him.

After a long while, her tense body finally relaxed.

"……I see."

These words seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Lu Jingming released his grip and said calmly:

"Your enemy is Tang San, the Sea God. You should go find him. Besides, being captured by me might be worse than death for them." (End of Chapter)