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

Within the mouth of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon, a highly concentrated, purplish-black energy sphere, radiating terrifying energy fluctuations and resembling a miniature black hole, began to rapidly form.

All the light in the world was swallowed up by this energy sphere, plunging the entire world into complete darkness.

Only that energy sphere emitted a chilling, eerie purple light.

"Are they getting serious?"

As Lu Jingming sensed the terrifying power contained within the energy sphere—powerful enough to wipe the entire plateau off the Douluo Continent—the smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by an unprecedented focus and seriousness.

He slowly raised the Black Abyss White Flower in his hand.

"Then, let me show you my power."

He did not choose to summon the Star Destroyer mech because he knew that even the Star Destroyer could not completely defend against such a pure destructive attack.

He completely merged his own will with the super artifact in his hand.

"At the end of decay, there is not nothingness, but rebirth."

"The essence of creation is not eternity, but rotation."

"Life and death are two sides of the same coin..."

The Black Abyss White Flower in his hand began to undergo strange changes.

The black and white gun barrel, which had been clearly distinguished, began to blur. The black power of decay and the white power of creation were no longer distinct, but rather, like two yin-yang fish chasing each other, they began to slowly merge and rotate with each other in a mysterious trajectory.

An aura that transcends life and death, and surpasses decay and creation, emanates from the spear.

That is... reincarnation.

Just as the destructive energy ball in the mouth of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon was about to be launched, Lu Jingming moved.

He gently tossed the spear, which had turned into a hazy, grayish-brown mass, forward.

The spear vanished the instant it flew out.

It just vanished from the spot, out of thin air and without any explanation.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon, in front of that destructive energy ball.

Then, it passed through.

It passed easily through the energy sphere that was powerful enough to destroy the world, as if it were just a phantom.

It easily pierced through the dragon's hard skull, as if it were just a thin sheet of paper.

It easily passed through the dragon's massive body, emerged again from its tail, and then vanished into the void once more.

The entire process was so fast that even divine sense could not capture it.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon froze in place, about to launch a ball of destructive energy.

Its enormous eyes, burning with destructive lightning, began to dim rapidly.

next second.

A thin gray line emerged from between its eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, the gray line spread rapidly across its entire body.

Its body did not explode, decompose, turn into light, or turn into dust.

It's just... withering away.

Its indestructible purplish-black scales were rapidly losing their luster, becoming shriveled and gray, like rocks weathered over millions of years.

Its once explosive flesh and blood were rapidly losing their vitality, becoming rotten and withered, like rotten wood that had lost all its moisture.

Its soul, its soul composed of pure destructive will, was also rapidly becoming dim and mottled, eventually returning to a deathly silence of nothingness.

It only took three breaths.

That colossal beast, towering and imposing, so terrifying that even a god-king would be wary of it, silently and completely transformed into an enormous, lifeless, gray statue.

Then, a gentle breeze blew by.

"Wow--"

The massive statue, like a sandcastle, collapsed with a deafening roar, turning into pure gray dust that filled the sky, scattering and staining the entire plateau with a deathly hue.

The ominous purplish-black sky above the world quietly dissipated.

The warm sunlight shines down again.

Lu Jingming floated silently in mid-air, stretched out his hand, and the Black Abyss White Flower, which had turned into a chaotic color, reappeared out of thin air and returned to his hand, restoring its clear black and white appearance.

He looked down at the completely altered terrain and the gray dust drifting in the wind, and gently exhaled.

"ended."

He retrieved the Black Abyss White Flower, and with a flash, transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards the direction of New Mingdu.

……

When Lu Jingming's figure reappeared above the ruins of the palace, an old figure slowly emerged from a corner of a relatively intact side hall.

It is Kong Deming.

The old man did not leave, but chose to stay and wait for the final outcome.

When he saw Lu Jingming return unharmed, and the aura of mad destruction in the world had completely disappeared, the last trace of color drained from his wrinkled face.

He knew it was all over.

Xu Tianran, and the crazy and powerful Sun Moon Empire he represented, were both defeated.

They were utterly defeated, leaving not even a sliver of hope for a comeback.

"Ugh……"

A long, heavy sigh escaped from Kong Deming's mouth.

That sigh contained so much.

There is sadness, but more than anything, there is a weariness and desolation after recognizing reality.

With just that one sigh, he seemed to age decades in an instant.

His once straight spine hunched over completely, and his eyes, which had once sparkled with wisdom, became cloudy and dull, like two stagnant pools of water.

Lu Jingming landed in front of him, offering no words of comfort or sarcasm, but simply looking at him calmly.

Kong Deming raised his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"May I... pay my respects to that prince who possesses the Silver Moon Martial Soul?"

He didn't ask about Xu Tianran's fate, because it was no longer important.

Now, his only concern is what will become of this empire and the hundreds of millions of people on this land.

The woman who possessed the royal family's inherited martial spirit was the last hope he could see.

Lu Jingming nodded.

Soon, following Lu Jingming's message, Zhang Lexuan, along with Jing Hongchen and the others, returned to the ruins of the imperial palace. With Jing Hongchen and Kong Deming, two highly influential figures in the Sun Moon Empire, as witnesses, Zhang Lexuan's royal bloodline was officially confirmed.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the devastated new Ming capital.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Jingming's army took full control of the city's defense and administration with almost no resistance.

Those remaining forces that had been hoping for a lucky break and trying to organize a resistance completely collapsed when they heard that even Master Kong Deming had acknowledged the legitimacy of the new master.

Three days later.

In the still relatively intact central square of the new Mingdu, Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen jointly summoned all the high-ranking nobles and soul master generals of the Sun Moon Empire who were still in the city.

Thousands of powerful figures who once controlled the lifeline of this vast empire now gathered in the square, their faces pale and silent, like prisoners awaiting trial.

Looking around at the soldiers clad in black and red standard armor, exuding a chilling murderous aura, they were filled with fear of the unknown.

Amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang Lexuan, dressed in a silver imperial robe personally crafted by Kong Deming, symbolizing the highest power of the Sun Moon Empire, slowly walked onto the temporarily erected platform accompanied by Lu Jingming.

"I am Kong Deming."

"I am Jing Hongchen."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the two elderly people walked up to the high platform and performed the most ancient and solemn kneeling ceremony before Zhang Lexuan.

"We pay our respects to Your Majesty the Empress. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years!"

Their voices, amplified by the soul-guided loudspeakers, resounded throughout the entire plaza and struck the hearts of every high-ranking member of the Sun Moon Empire.

Even Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen submitted.

What other choice do they have?

"Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor! --!!!"

A deafening roar of kneeling worship echoed across the square, heralding the end of an old era and the beginning of a new one.

On this day, Zhang Lexuan officially ascended the throne, becoming the first female emperor in the history of the Sun Moon Empire.

While the new Mingdu was undergoing a power transition, shocking news also arrived from the other side of the continent.

The main force of the Sun Moon Empire, led by Marshal Orange, successfully captured Douling City, the capital of the Douling Empire, after suffering minimal losses.

The royal family of the Douling Empire was completely annihilated in their final resistance.

This ancient empire, which had existed on the continent for thousands of years but had always been largely invisible, thus came to an end.

Thus, the original格局 (structure/pattern) of Douluo Continent was completely shattered.

The Heavenly Soul Empire and the Fighting Spirit Empire have both been destroyed.

On this vast continent, only the Star Luo Empire and the Sun Moon Empire, which had just changed hands, remained.

Lu Jingming stayed in the Sun Moon Empire for another half month.

He left behind a garrison force of 50,000 elite Night Return soldiers, as well as a team of Fools' Enforcers led by Ye Wuqing, to assist Zhang Lexuan in consolidating imperial power and controlling the situation of the entire empire.

After confirming that Zhang Lexuan had firmly established herself as Empress and that with the support of Kong Deming, Jing Hongchen, and Ju Zi, there would be no major turmoil, he led the rest of his people back to the Star Luo Empire.

An even greater transformation, one that would determine the future of the entire continent, awaited him there.

……

Xingluo Empire, Xingluo City, Imperial Palace.

When Lu Jingming returned, he was greeted by the grandest imperial conference in the history of the Star Luo Empire.

All the registered dukes and marquises of the empire, all the marshals and generals who held military power, and the governors of the major provinces... all the important figures who could be called the high-ranking officials of the empire were present and gathered in this magnificent council hall.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was solemn and dignified, yet it also carried an indescribable, fervent anticipation.

All eyes were on the two people.

One of them was Xu Jiawei, the Star Luo Emperor, who sat upright on the throne, wearing a star-studded crown and dragon robe.

The other was Lu Jingming, who had just walked in from outside the hall, dressed in casual clothes and with a calm expression.

Xu Jiawei looked at Lu Jingming with a sincere yet complex smile on his face.

He slowly rose from the throne, walked down the steps, and personally came to Lu Jingming's side.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, yet seemingly taken for granted, he bowed deeply to Lu Jingming.

"Lord Lu."

Xu Jiawei's voice, transmitted clearly throughout the hall through his soul power.

"I, Xu Jiawei, on behalf of the Star Luo Empire's royal family and the hundreds of millions of Star Luo citizens, thank you for everything you have done for the empire and for this continent."

"You destroyed the Holy Spirit Cult, defeated Xu Tianran, and stopped the Sun Moon Empire's ambition to annex the continent. Your achievements are glorious throughout the ages and have surpassed those of any emperor."

"Today, the mainland is in dire need of reconstruction and a new beginning. Such a magnificent era needs a true leader with great talent and supreme power to guide us toward a more glorious future."

"As for me, Xu Jiawei, I consider myself lacking in talent and virtue, unworthy of my position. This throne of Xingluo, this position of the ruler of the world, only you, Lu Jingming, are qualified to sit on it."

After speaking, Xu Jiawei untied the star-patterned jade belt from his waist, which symbolized imperial power, and took off the star-patterned crown from his head. He then solemnly presented it to Lu Jingming with both hands.

"Today, I, Xu Jiawei, in front of all the empire's most trusted ministers, voluntarily abdicate and relinquish my position."

"Please, Lord Lu, ascend the throne and establish an everlasting dynasty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Jiawei knelt on one knee and lowered his noble head.

silence.

You could hear a pin drop in the entire hall.

Everyone held their breath, watching this unprecedented scene unfold.

An emperor in the prime of his life voluntarily abdicated his throne to a minister.

Then, the next second.

All the imperial nobles knelt on one knee in unison, their voices booming like thunder:

"Please, Lord Lu, ascend the throne as Emperor."

Immediately afterwards, all the Soul Masters, led by the military, knelt down in unison, their shouts echoing like a tidal wave.

"May City Lord Lu ascend the throne as Emperor!!"

No one objected.

There were no objections.

Everyone wore an expression of taking it all for granted.

The Star Luo Empire is far more accepting of this tradition of abdication than other countries.

Because everyone knows that their Star Luo royal family's ancestors were from the lineage of the White Tiger Duke, who was known for his bravery.

Later, for the sake of the empire's survival, the White Tiger Duke lineage voluntarily yielded to the then more powerful Star Crown lineage, retiring to a position of subject and guarding the empire for generations.

This is a deeply ingrained belief in the principle of meritocracy among them.

Now, Lu Jingming, this unparalleled powerhouse, is far more suitable than Xu Jiawei to inherit the throne, considering his strength, achievements, and popular support. (End of Chapter)