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

As a former 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor and a possessor of life divinity, Ah Yin's perception of life energy far surpasses that of ordinary people.

The Golden Tree of Shrek Academy was originally found and planted on Seagod Island by Tang San. Ah Yin even left a divine consciousness clone in it, so she was very familiar with the aura of the Golden Tree.

Although the aura of that clone had completely disappeared, at this moment, she could clearly sense the original aura of the Golden Tree from the woman named Huanlong in front of her.

Upon hearing Ah Yin's words, Tang Hao, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar's expressions changed drastically.

"So it was you, you vixen."

Unable to contain his rage any longer, Tang Hao roared, and the Haotian Hammer, heavy as a mountain and pitch black, appeared in his palm.

The god-level pressure, mixed with the chilling killing intent of the God of Slaughter Domain, pressed down on Huanlong like a tangible storm, as if it were about to smash him into mincemeat at the slightest provocation.

Ning Rongrong and Oscar also released their martial souls at the same time. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and the power of the God of Food complemented each other, ready to assist Tang Hao in launching a thunderous attack at any time.

They never expected that the culprit who caused the destruction of Shrek Academy and cut off their access to information from the lower realms would appear so brazenly in front of them.

However, despite the undisguised hostility and murderous intent of the four deities, Huanlong remained calm and composed.

She simply waved her fan more enthusiastically, her smiling eyes curving into beautiful crescent shapes.

"Oh dear, don't be so wary, everyone."

Her voice remained charming, as if she were completely oblivious to the terrifying pressure that could crush mountains.

"I admit that the destruction of Shrek Academy was indeed related to me, and I did indeed accept that interesting golden tree."

Her frank admission caused Tang Hao, who was about to take action, to pause in his tracks.

"But."

Huanlong changed the subject, gently waving her fan, and spoke in a slightly seductive tone.

"I can tell you what happened here, and I even know where the person you're looking for is."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing some of the anger in Tang Hao's heart, but also raising a deeper level of vigilance.

"What are your motives? Why should we trust you?"

Ning Rongrong stepped forward, her clear, cold voice ringing out.

The Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda in her hand emitted a soft light, and the nine-colored divine light enveloped everyone, keeping them alert to any possible unusual movements from the other party.

As the Nine-Colored Goddess, she instinctively repelled the woman in front of her, who exuded an eerie and dangerous aura. Her intuition told her that the other party was definitely up to no good.

"An enemy who destroyed Shrek Academy and thwarted Third Brother's plans is now offering us intelligence? Don't you think that's ridiculous?"

Ning Rongrong glared at her coldly, her words sharp and cutting.

"Hehe, little girl, sometimes, the enemy of my enemy may become a temporary friend."

Huanlong remained noncommittal in the face of Ning Rongrong's question. She covered the smile on her lips with her fan, her eyes scrutinizing Ning Rongrong with interest.

"As for my purpose... my purpose is very simple. I just want to see a more exciting and grander drama. And you, and the person you are looking for, happen to be indispensable protagonists in this grand play."

"Whether you believe it or not is your choice. Of course, you can also choose to act now. Although I am not very capable, if I want to leave, you probably can't stop me. But if you do that, you will probably be like headless flies, slowly searching for those elusive clues on this continent."

Huanlong's words were like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, precisely provoking everyone's most sensitive nerves.

The veins on the back of Tang Hao's hand, which was gripping the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, bulged as he struggled with an internal conflict.

Reason told him that he couldn't trust anything this mysterious woman said.

But he was unwilling to let go of any clue that might lead to the truth, including his granddaughter's death and news about Xiao Wu.

"Okay, you say."

Finally, Tang Hao slowly put away the Clear Sky Hammer, his voice still icy cold.

"But you'd better not try anything funny, otherwise, even if I chase you to the ends of the earth, I, Tang Hao, will definitely kill you."

"Ah, that's right."

Huanlong chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about Tang Hao's threat.

"Since we are going to cooperate, I will naturally show you enough sincerity."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Ah Yin, who looked grief-stricken at the loss of her granddaughter, her tone carrying a hint of mischievous pity.

"First, there's the matter of your precious granddaughter, Tang Wutong, and also the First Sect Master Niu Tian and the Second Sect Master Titan of the Haotian Sect. They did indeed die in Mingdu in an interesting game called the 'Holy Grail War'."

"And the one who killed them was none other than Haiyuan City, a newly emerging and most powerful force on the Douluo Continent."

"Haiyuan City."

Ning Rongrong and Oscar exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

Their original target was Haiyuan City, but they changed their target because of the aura of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

"As for that little rabbit you're most concerned about..."

Huanlong turned her gaze to Tang Hao, deliberately drawing out her words.

"She's not in Haiyuan City right now, but in the hands of a young man named Huo Yuhao."

"Huo Yuhao?" Tang Hao frowned, he had no recollection of this name either.

“This Huo Yuhao is no ordinary person.” Huanlong’s tone became playful.

"He is a member of a large and mysterious organization called 'World Serpent,' codenamed the Eighth Throne, 'King of the Spirit.'"

"And this 'World Serpent' organization has an exceptionally close relationship with the Sea Abyss City I just mentioned."

Sea Abyss City... Huo Yuhao... World Serpent... King of Spirit...

A series of unfamiliar names and information exploded in the minds of Tang Hao and his companions like thunderclaps, leaving them somewhat unable to process them.

But then, Ning Rongrong was the first to react, as she keenly grasped the most crucial word.

"The throne?... 'The King of Spirits'?"

Her face instantly turned extremely ugly, "The title you mentioned..."

Huanlong relished the shock on her face, his smile deepening.
"Oh? It seems you've thought of something too?"

Ning Rongrong did not answer, but her heart was already churning with turmoil.

She suddenly remembered the earth-shattering rebellion in the realm of gods. Back then, the sealed Golden Dragon King broke free and turned the realm of gods upside down, and it called itself the "King of Destruction".

Ma Hongjun, the fourth member of the Shrek Seven Devils who betrayed the group, was also called the "King of Plague" by the Golden Dragon King after his betrayal.

The King of Destruction... the King of Plague... and now, there is another King of Spirit.

The similarity and the implication of the title "King" cannot possibly be a mere coincidence.

A terrifying yet perfectly reasonable guess instantly surfaced in the minds of Ning Rongrong, Tang Hao, A Yin, and Oscar.

Could it be that, in the shadows unknown to them, there has always existed a vast organization composed of numerous powerful individuals bearing the title of "King," who are enemies of the divine realm?
Is "World Serpent" the name of this organization?!
The thought of this possibility sent a chill down the spines of the four of them.

If that's the case, then the scale of this game is far larger and more dangerous than they imagined.

"Hehehe, it seems you've all figured it out."

Huanlong looked at the four people's utterly shocked expressions and let out a satisfied and pleasant chuckle.

"That's right, things are far more complicated and interesting than you imagine."

"Alright, I have shown you my sincerity and given you the information."

Huanlong stretched, revealing her graceful curves.

"Your enemies are divided into two groups: one in Abyss City and the other is the 'Spirit King' of the World Serpent. Your two companions should have been brought to Abyss City by now. What you do next is up to you."

"As for our cooperation..."

Huanlong's eyes became meaningful.

"I am not in a hurry to get your answer. After all, you still don't trust me much, especially since I destroyed Shrek Academy and ruined Tang San's plans, right?"

Her words caused Tang Hao and the others' expressions to change once again.

"But it doesn't matter. You will soon find that your enemy is far more powerful than you imagined, and I will be the only and most valuable ally you can possibly win over."

After Huanlong finished speaking, he didn't give anyone another chance to ask questions.

With a gentle wave of the fan in her hand, ripples spread through the space around her once again.

"Oh, by the way, if one day you change your mind and decide to cooperate with me, just crush this, and I will naturally receive the message."

A jade tablet shimmering with an eerie purple light appeared out of thin air and hovered in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Well then, I look forward to our next meeting, distinguished guests."

With a final farewell tinged with both mockery and profound meaning, Huanlong's figure faded away like ink dissolving in water, eventually disappearing completely from the wasteland, leaving behind only a faint, lingering, and unsettling fragrance.

Tang Hao and the other three stood silently in place, speechless for a long time.

Desolate, lifeless, and cold.

This is an alternate dimension that was forcibly created and attached to the barrier of the Douluo plane.

There are no sun, moon, or stars here, no wind, frost, rain, or snow; even the most basic sense of the passage of time becomes blurred and slow.

Endless, seemingly all-consuming darkness is the eternal dominant color of this space.

Only in the far distance of the void, occasionally a dim remnant of a star, captured from some destroyed world, would flicker like a candle in the wind, before fading into utter silence and being assimilated by this space.

This space itself is the purest and most direct manifestation of the concept of destruction.

In the center of the space, a figure floated silently.

She wore a simple yet futuristic silver-white bodysuit, and her white hair was like solidified starlight, without a trace of other colors.

Her face was as exquisite as the most perfect sculpture, yet it was also so cold that it carried not a trace of human life. Her eyes were like two collapsing stars, deep and indifferent, as if they could not reflect the colors of anything in the world.

She is Xingxiao, one of the Great Lords of Annihilation, and one of the sharpest blades under the command of the Star God of Destruction, Nanuk.

Just then, the deathly silence in front of her, like a calm lake where a stone has been thrown in, began to ripple with concentric circles of purplish-black waves without warning.

In the center of the ripples, space was silently torn apart, and a graceful and alluring figure slowly walked out from it.

She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding an exquisite round fan, with a charming and enchanting smile on her face, as if she had just attended a grand banquet.

It was indeed illusory.

Her appearance was like splashing a strong, vivid, yet utterly jarring color onto this monotonous, black-and-white canvas of destruction.

"Those pathetic creatures from the divine realm are of no use whatsoever."

Xingxiao didn't even turn around. Her cold and indifferent voice rang out in the space, devoid of emotion or fluctuation.

"They are no match for Haiyuan City, much less for that man."

The man she was referring to was, of course, Lu Jingming.

"Oh dear, of course I know."

Huanlong covered the corner of her mouth with her fan and let out a soft laugh that was full of amusement and amusement.

"However, how boring and dull it would be if a good show were to follow a predetermined script from beginning to end."

"Giving these poor protagonists false hope, letting them struggle in their own self-righteousness, and ultimately leading them to even more utter despair—that kind of expression, that kind of ending... that's what makes a true drama, isn't it?"

She walked slowly to Xingxiao's side, her gaze seemingly also fixed on the distant, slowly fading star remnants, but deep in her eyes was the scene she had just directed.

Tang Hao's anger, A Yin's sadness, Ning Rongrong's vigilance... In her eyes, these were the most beautiful and moving emotions, the most perfect embellishments added to her grand drama.

Xingxiao remained noncommittal.

She knew all too well the vile nature of her colleague. Huanlong was always like a high and mighty playwright, manipulating people's hearts and controlling fate, treating all living beings as puppets on her stage, and drawing her own unique destruction from their pain and despair.

Treating Tang Hao and the others as pawns to disrupt the game and add variables, or even... using these beings from the God Realm to spy on and plot against the Douluo God Realm that hangs high above all planes, is very much in line with Huanlong's style.

However, Xingxiao didn't care about this.

Although she and Huanlong used completely different methods—one was a pure, efficient, and direct form of destruction, while the other was a ritualistic form of destruction that pursued process and aesthetics—their ultimate goal was the same: to fulfill the destiny of destruction.

"I discovered an independent energy plane outside of this galaxy."

Xingxiao seemed unwilling to continue this pointless topic, and instead began discussing her plans, her voice remaining as cold and indifferent as ever. (End of Chapter)