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

The moment the hammer appeared, all the Haotian Sect members present, whether elders or disciples, felt the Haotian Hammer Martial Soul behind them emit a violent buzzing sound. It was an absolute submission and worship that originated from the depths of their bloodline and soul.

"This...this is..."

The elder at the head of the group had his pupils contract sharply, and his hand gripping the hammer handle began to tremble.

Tang Hao ignored their shock. A divine pressure, far exceeding the limits of the mortal realm, slowly enveloped the entire area like a towering mountain.

Under this oppressive force, the titled Douluo felt their breath catch in their throats, as if the bones in their entire bodies were groaning, and even their soul power could not circulate smoothly.

This is not hostility, but an absolute gap on a life level that cannot be overcome.

"Haotian is here, all of you, why don't you kneel down?"

Tang Hao's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a divine decree from the heavens, resounding deep within everyone's soul.

"The Haotian Hammer... the pressure of a god... You, you are..."

An elder seemed to recall a name that existed only in the sect's oldest legends; his lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with fanaticism and disbelief.

"I am Tang Hao!"

boom!
These four short words, like a thunderclap of creation, cleaved through the fog in everyone's hearts.

Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao!
The Haotian Douluo from ten thousand years ago, the father of Tang San, the Sea God.

He is back.

"Ancestor, it is the ancestor Haotian!"

"Our ancestor has descended to the mortal realm!!"

After a brief silence, a deafening cheer erupted, mixed with sobs.

The leading elder could no longer hold on; his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, tears streaming down his face, as he cried out hoarsely:
"Tang Long, an unworthy descendant of the Haotian Sect, pays respects to our ancestor Haotian. May our ancestor be well."

"We pay our respects to our ancestor, Haotian!"

The elders and disciples behind him all knelt down, their foreheads pressed tightly against the cold rock, trembling with excitement.

God knows how they got through those days.

Since the First Sect Master Niu Tian, ​​the Second Sect Master Titan, and the Young Master Tang Wutong, on whom the sect placed all its hopes, all perished in the so-called "Holy Grail War" in Mingdu, the entire sky of the Haotian Sect has collapsed.

Sadness, anger, fear, confusion... a mix of emotions caused this once incredibly united sect to show signs of internal strife for the first time.

Some advocated going down the mountain to seek revenge, while others advocated continuing to endure. They argued endlessly in the council hall every day, but could not come up with any feasible solutions.

Now, the ancestors have returned, and they have returned with the power of the gods.

All the fear and anxiety, all the confusion and noise, came to an end at this moment.

Because they now have a backbone, a true pillar that can stabilize the world.

Seeing his clansmen kneeling before him, Tang Hao sheathed his Clear Sky Hammer and Divine Might, his expression softening considerably. He personally stepped forward to help Elder Tang Long, the leader of the clansmen, to his feet.
"Get up. We're all family. Take me to the main hall and tell me what happened to the sect and the continent after I left."

……

The main hall of the Haotian Sect.

The atmosphere was depressing.

Tang Hao sat upright in the sect leader's seat, while A Yin stood quietly beside him, listening to Elder Tang Long recount everything that had happened over the years in a hoarse and sorrowful voice, especially the earth-shattering upheaval that had occurred recently.

When Tang Hao heard the names Niu Tian and Titan, his grip on the armrest tightened involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force.

When the name "Tang Wutong" was associated with the word "fallen," Ah Yin, who had been quiet all along, suddenly trembled.

"What did you say?"

Her voice was soft, yet trembled slightly. She stepped forward and stared intently at Tang Long.

"Say it again, Xiao Qi, what... what happened to her?"

Elder Tang Long dared not look directly into Ah Yin's beautiful eyes, which were filled with a sorrow that was almost overflowing.

He lowered his head and repeated in a strained voice:
"Reporting to my late grandmother... Young Master... she... she perished in Mingdu, along with the First Sect Master and the Second Sect Master."

boom.

Ah Yin felt her mind go blank, and the whole world was spinning.

Wutong...

That little girl who loved to snuggle up to her in the God Realm, clinging to her arm and begging her to weave a swing using her Blue Silver Domain...

That granddaughter who inherited Tang San and Xiao Wu's bloodline, possessed the twin martial souls of the Goddess of Light Butterfly and the Clear Sky Hammer, and was hailed as the most dazzling pearl of the new generation in the God Realm...

How could she die?

Wasn't she sent down to the mortal realm for training?

With the protection of the divine realm and the backup plan secretly left by Tang San, how could he possibly die in a small lower realm?

Unbelievable grief, like the sharpest knife, cut into her heart again and again.

Countless blue silver grasses surged wildly from the floor of the main hall beneath her feet, only to wither and turn to ashes in an instant, repeating the cycle endlessly.

That was a manifestation of her divine power going out of control due to her mental turmoil.

"what--!!!"

A suppressed roar, like that of a wounded beast, burst forth from deep within Tang Hao's throat.

He stood up abruptly, his burly body trembling slightly with extreme anger.

A dark red killing intent, visible to the naked eye, rose from his body like a tangible flame. The temperature in the entire council hall suddenly dropped, the air became viscous, and filled with the smell of blood.

He stepped out of the main hall and stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the churning sea of ​​clouds.

"This is too much!"

He roared to the sky, then swung his palm back at a distant, majestic secondary peak.

This palm strike did not involve the use of the Haotian Hammer; it was simply a pure outpouring of divine power.

A colossal hand, formed from divine power and blotting out the sky, materialized out of thin air and, with unparalleled might, slammed into the thousand-meter-high mountain.

"Boom——"

Before the horrified eyes of all the Haotian Sect disciples, the indestructible mountain, like a sand sculpture weathered by wind, silently and completely... turned into dust in an instant.

With a single palm strike, the mountain peak shattered.

A violent shockwave swept out, causing the sea of ​​clouds to churn and the main hall of the sect to hum.

After venting his anger, Tang Hao's fury did not diminish at all; instead, it burned even brighter.

He turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Tang Long, and asked, word by word, "How did you die? Who did it?!"

Elder Tang Long was forced back several steps by the murderous aura, his face turning deathly pale. He shook his head bitterly.

"Reporting to our ancestors...we...we don't know. The Grand Master and the others only said they were going to Mingdu to participate in a 'Holy Grail War' concerning divine positions, and then there was no further news. All we know is that none of the dozens of sect elites who went with them returned alive. The sect's secret techniques can only sense that their life force had ceased, but we know nothing about who killed them or what happened."

"Don't know?" Tang Hao's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"Yes, ancestor."

Another elder added in grief and indignation.

"Our only ally, Shrek Academy... was also completely razed to the ground not long ago, leaving no one alive. We were completely cut off from all channels of obtaining outside intelligence. Now the army of the Sun Moon Empire has invaded the Heavenly Soul Empire. We are worried... worried that the enemies who killed the young master and the others will follow the clues and come after us, so... so we have not dared to make any rash moves." "What? Shrek was also wiped out?"

This news plunged Tang Hao and Ah Yin, who had just regained their composure, into another huge shock.

Shrek Academy, Tang San's alma mater, is a crucial part of their plan. With the Golden Ancient Tree suppressing its fortune, how could it be destroyed so easily?

As Tang San's parents, they knew his plans very well.

Tang San orchestrated events in the God Realm with the ultimate goal of having Tang Hao replace the will of the Douluo Continent with his own divine soul, turning the entire planet into Tang family's private territory.

Ah Yin, on the other hand, must merge with the life core of this planet to become a new ancient tree of life and take charge of creation.

Therefore, Ah Yin had long ago followed Tang San's example, separating a powerful divine consciousness clone and sending it down to the Golden Ancient Tree to connect with Shrek Academy's destiny, thus making arrangements in advance.

Upon realizing this, Ah Yin's expression changed drastically. She immediately closed her eyes, and her vast divine sense traversed space to sense the clone that should have been of the same origin as her.

However, all she sensed was a deathly silence and nothingness.

That connection was severed at its very root, as if by an invisible pair of scissors.

"My clone... has disappeared."

Ah Yin opened her eyes, her voice carrying a hint of coldness.

"It's not that it's asleep, not that it's sealed away, but that some kind of power... has completely erased any trace of its existence."

Tang Hao and A Yin exchanged a glance, both seeing an unprecedented solemnity in each other's eyes.

The seriousness of the situation far exceeded their expectations.

A mysterious force capable of silently annihilating a divine avatar, destroying Shrek Academy, and killing their granddaughter and a host of experts... This is beyond the capabilities of ordinary mortals.

at this time.

Tang Hao and Ah Yin were startled at the same time, and suddenly raised their heads to look at the southwest horizon.

In their divine sense, the dimensional laws in that direction were undergoing an extremely violent and chaotic collision.

A familiar and powerful divine force surged into the sky, intertwining gold and black, transforming into a gigantic tiger phantom that stood tall and imposing.

That was the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, and its power was comparable to that of a first-level god.

"It's Mu Bai and Zhu Qing."

Tang Hao immediately recognized that power.

"They've encountered a formidable enemy and are fighting desperately."

"To push them to this point..."

Ah Yin's eyes became incredibly sharp.

After arranging for the Haotian Sect to guard the sect closely and not to act rashly, Tang Hao and A Yin did not delay any longer.

"Walk."

The two shone with divine light, transforming into two streaks of light, one black and one blue, tearing through the sky and hurtling towards the wasteland, the center of the divine power eruption, at a speed surpassing that of lightning.

……

at the same time.

Two figures were moving forward on the official road leading to the western coast.

"Honestly, Rongrong, why are we walking so slowly? Wouldn't it be faster to just fly there?"

Oscar couldn't help but complain as he walked.

Ning Rongrong, standing beside him, was still as charming and beautiful as ever, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

She glared at Oscar:
"What do you know? That Haiyuan City is no ordinary place. If we fly there so openly, what if we're mistaken for enemies? Let's keep a low profile and go into the city to gather information first. That's always the right thing to do."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

Oscar smiled indulgently.

However, the smiles on their faces froze the next second.

They stopped in unison and looked up at the distant west.

A violent, tragic, yet incredibly familiar surge of divine power swept through their consciousness like a tsunami.

"This feeling... is the Netherworld White Tiger!"

Oscar's playful expression vanished instantly, replaced by a serious look.

"Moreover, their power is more than ten times stronger than when we sparred in the realm of gods; they are burning away their divine status!!"

"It's Boss Dai and Zhu Qing."

Ning Rongrong's pretty face turned deathly pale instantly, and she gasped in shock.

"Who could force Boss Dai and Zhu Qing to use such a suicidal tactic?!"

The Shrek Seven Devils are as close as brothers.

They couldn't just stand by and watch Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing get into trouble.

Who cares who he is?

Ning Rongrong called out anxiously.

"Xiao Ao, let's hurry over there. Boss Dai and Zhu Qing must be in big trouble."

"it is good!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Oscar grabbed Ning Rongrong's hand and unleashed the full power of the God of Food within him.

The two of them shone with divine light, transforming into a dazzling stream of color. They changed direction and flew at full speed toward the source of the rapidly rising and then suddenly declining divine power fluctuation.

On the desolate plains, a silent battle is raging between death and new life.

The enormous crater torn open by the divine war is like an ugly scar, forever branded on this land.

The edges of the pit are made of glassy rocks that have been melted at extremely high temperatures and then rapidly cooled, refracting an eerie glow in the sunlight.

Deep in the pit, one can occasionally see wisps of distorted space that have not yet completely dissipated, as well as streaks of leaping purple residual electric arcs.

All of this silently testifies to the devastation and horror of the battle that occurred not long ago.

However, in stark contrast to this scene of destruction lies the vast land beyond the sinkhole.

A fresh, vibrant green layer of grass, like the most magnificent carpet, covered all the areas scorched by the aftermath of the battle.

In the grass, there were even some unknown wildflowers swaying in the wind, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil and a life force so strong that it was almost tangible.

A dazzling streak of color streaked across the sky, stopping abruptly a thousand meters above the sinkhole, revealing Ning Rongrong and Oscar.

"This...this is..."

Oscar stared at the bizarre scene below, a stark contrast between hell and heaven, his handsome face filled with shock, and even his voice became hoarse.

He could clearly sense that the giant pit contained the violent aura of a first-level god, which was left after Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's martial souls merged, mixed with several other energy reverberations that were also at the god level but completely different.

Even this residual energy alone caused him, a second-level deity, to feel a chill run down his spine. (End of Chapter)