Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 7 Death God Douluo, Ye Xishui
Upon hearing this, Fei Yan's scarlet eyes instantly ignited with furious flames. As one of the three elders of the Holy Spirit Cult, who dared to look down on her like this?
The terrifying fluctuations of soul power emanating from her body were about to erupt, but suddenly froze.

This voice... why does it sound so familiar?
A primal fear, like ice water, extinguished her boiling killing intent instantly.

She turned her gaze with difficulty toward the source of the sound—and there she saw that, without her noticing, a stunningly beautiful figure had quietly appeared before Xia Die.

The woman was dressed in a simple black dress, with stunning beauty, yet her aura was as unfathomable as an abyss. She simply stood there, and the surrounding light seemed to be swallowed up, and the space itself seemed to distort slightly.

The moment Fei Yan saw the person's face clearly, fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on her forehead, and her petite body even trembled slightly uncontrollably.

She bowed almost reflexively, her voice filled with unprecedented awe and fear:

"Greetings, Supreme Master!"

The trembling Holy Spirit Cult members standing nearby also knelt down one by one, heads bowed, utterly respectful.

The newcomer was none other than Ye Xishui, the pillar of the Holy Spirit Cult, one of its true controllers, a level 99 Limit Douluo—the Death God Douluo.

Ye Xishui didn't even glance at Fei Yan, who was still bowing, out of the corner of her eye. Her deep gaze was now on Xia Die, who was barely standing and still had a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth.

"child."

Ye Xishui's voice became much softer, completely different from the soul-stirring majesty it had just spoken.

Tell me, would you be willing to become my disciple?

From Fei Yan's respectful address and attitude, Xia Die instantly understood the identity of the stunningly beautiful woman before her.

The supreme leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, a Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent.

My heart pounded violently in my chest.

Xia Die's thoughts raced in a flash.

Becoming an evil spirit master was never her wish, and stepping into this filthy and dark lair was the worst possible misfortune.

But she knew even better that behind Ye Xishui's seemingly gentle inquiry lay an unyielding will.

Don't be fooled by her gentle demeanor now; if you dare to utter even a single word of dissent, your fate will be a thousand times more miserable than becoming nourishment for an evil soul master.

As far as she knew, this Death God Douluo's temperament could no longer be judged by ordinary standards. His current regard for her was nothing more than his talent and his terrifying physique that could kill at the slightest touch.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

This principle is an ironclad rule for survival in any world.

Becoming an evil spirit master does not necessarily require following that bloody and cruel cultivation path, using the souls and flesh of living people as sustenance.

She has her bottom line, and she also has her reliance—the existence of the Death Ruler, Ronawa, and the death power represented by the Butterfly herself, which may allow her to walk a different path.

More importantly, the Holy Spirit Cult has a deep-rooted influence, spreading across the continent, and its powerful members are numerous.

If she can establish herself here as Xia Die, or even attain a high position, then for Yin Chen, who is far away in the Star Luo Empire, with a lowly status and almost no background, it might provide an unexpected source of assistance and intelligence in the future.

After all, aside from a seemingly amazing talent, the original owner had almost nothing.

A genius is only worthy of being called a genius when they live to the day they grow up.

All the weighing was done in an instant. Xia Die raised her pale face, her amethyst eyes meeting Ye Xishui's unfathomable gaze. Without the slightest hesitation, she endured the pain from the impact within her body and respectfully replied:
"Disciple Xia Die is willing to become the disciple of the Supreme Master."

She knelt down, about to perform the apprenticeship ceremony for Ye Xishui.

Looking at Xia Die's decisive posture, Ye Xishui's beautiful face revealed a genuine smile of joy.

She gently raised her hand, and a soft yet irresistible force supported Xia Die's bowing figure.

"very good."

Ye Xishui's voice was filled with satisfaction.

"From this day forward, you will be my last disciple, Ye Xishui."

Her gaze swept over Fei Yan, who remained bowed and barely dared to breathe, and the surrounding evil spirit masters who stood frozen in fear, and she said calmly:
"Everyone, disperse. Fei Yan, I took your disciple. You don't have any objections, do you?"

"Feiyan dares not."

Fei Yan quickly lowered her head and said, "How could I dare to complain? I can still distinguish between my disciple and my life."

Ye Xishui said no more, and gently took Xia Die's small hand in hers—she was obviously prepared, her fair fingertips were surrounded by a faint halo, which cleverly isolated her from the terrifying deathly invasion.

Clearly, she had seen Fei Yan's disheveled state before and knew to avoid physical contact with Xia Die.

Although she was curious about Xia Die's peculiar physique, she knew that even if she were to test her, it would have to be when no one was around. If things went wrong, what would become of her authority as the Supreme Leader?

"Follow me, master."

As soon as they finished speaking, their figures blurred like ghosts and disappeared from the spot in the next moment, leaving behind a group of evil spirit masters who were still shaken and Fei Yan with complicated expressions, standing there for a long time, unable to calm down.

Ye Xishui took Xia Die's hand and stepped out, causing the surrounding scenery to distort and change like ripples on water.

No longer the oppressive dark green of the Demon Forest, but instead a wide yet gloomy passageway that stretches downwards.

The walls were inlaid with phosphorescent flint that emitted a ghostly green or pale white light, illuminating the road ahead as if it were the road to the underworld.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, the bitterness of herbs, and a faint, chilling ripple of resentment, like the weeping of countless souls.

Occasionally, they would encounter evil spirit masters dressed in black robes. The moment they saw Ye Xishui, they all froze on the spot as if frozen, lowered their heads deeply, and even breathed cautiously. They only dared to move slightly after the two had walked for a long time.

They passed through an archway made of pale white bones, crossed a ditch flowing with dark red viscous liquid, and finally arrived at an extremely vast underground space.

This place resembles an upside-down demon city, with countless bizarre buildings constructed primarily of obsidian and bone, standing side by side. In the center, a towering black palace, like a lurking beast, exudes a chilling aura.

This is the true core of the Holy Spirit Cult—the underground headquarters, Netherworld City.

Ye Xishui did not linger and led Xia Die directly into the most magnificent black hall.

The interior of the main hall is extremely spacious, with a high dome painted with huge murals depicting death, slaughter, and dark rituals.

Two rows of evil spirit masters, each with a different appearance but exuding a powerful and sinister aura, stood solemnly on either side. At the far end of the hall, on a throne carved from a complete dragon skull, sat a middle-aged man with a dark gold robe and a sinister face. Beside him stood a woman dressed in black, with a bewitching appearance but sharp eyes.

(End of this chapter)