Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Chapter 210 Hell Flower

Yang Ping'an was shocked when he heard the words of the Strange King. In terms of the current structure of the God Realm, the Asura God, as one of the five God Kings, was an absolutely supreme being in terms of both strength and status. He never expected that the Strange King would dare to underestimate the Asura God. Just how strong was he?

However, it is obvious that this strange king is definitely not a true god. After all, there is an insurmountable gap between gods and humans. This can only mean that the strange king in front of us is probably an old god from before the great war of the gods. Only at that time could there be an existence comparable to the Asura God.

Especially for a god, ordinary people are like ants in their eyes, and it is simply impossible for them to get out of here on their own.

Finally, Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth and spoke: "The Asura God is one of the five great god kings of the god realm, the enforcer of the god realm. How could he be as incompetent as you say? Don't talk nonsense."

The King of Eeries spoke with a hint of surprise: "You're just a child, yet you seem to know quite a lot. But what does the God of Asura, as an enforcer of the divine realm, have to do with you?"

Yang Ping'an quickly spoke up: "I do possess a trace of the Asura God's divine power, so I'm definitely under the Asura God's watchful eye. Aren't you afraid that the Asura God will discover your existence as an anomaly?"

The King of the Strange seemed to have a hint of self-mockery: "Outlier, I've already said that in my eyes, the God of Asura is just a junior. Do you think I would really be afraid of him?"

"Besides, you're clearly too scheming. You've already experienced the City of Slaughter and even know some things about the God Realm, yet you still dare to run into the territory of other gods. Are you trying to betray the God of Asura?"

As the Strange King drew closer, Yang Ping'an angrily retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly betray the God of Asura? Moreover, according to the rules of the God Realm, gods are not allowed to enter the Douluo Continent. You, a dignified god, are actually harming countless people here. You are simply ignoring the rules of the God Realm. If the enforcers of the God Realm find you, they will definitely make you pay."

Upon hearing Yang Ping'an's name, the Mysterious King stopped floating towards him and instead looked at Yang Ping'an thoughtfully, as if trying to see through his heart and soul.

"Tell me then, where exactly did I violate any rules of the divine realm, and what use are those so-called rules to me anyway?"

Yang Ping'an swallowed hard: "I saw countless corpses in here, all of whom were clearly killed by you. You, a god, actually came to Douluo Continent to kill people, and you still say you haven't violated the rules of the God Realm."

The King of Eeries sneered, "Who said I killed these people? This place is governed by my rules. They all died here on their own; I didn't lift a finger."

Yang Ping'an was terrified. If the Strange King really didn't do anything as he said, then what was the situation with the corpses here? Moreover, the Strange King in front of him clearly looked like he was about to attack him.

"Then why did you attack me? I just wandered into this place by mistake."

The King of Eeries suddenly burst into maniacal laughter: "You little brat, you dare to try and trick me with your words, you mere ant? Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

At that moment, Yang Pingfan seemed to realize something: "Since you didn't attack them, why did you attack me? Shouldn't you have let me leave?"

The King of Eeries sneered, "Having come all this way, you still want to leave? Aren't you overthinking things?"

"In the last few hundred years, the only person who has been able to leave this place is a half-human, half-ghost. That guy was able to escape because of his special martial spirit. You will probably be trapped here for the rest of your life, until you die."

Yang Ping'an felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly realized that there was a special aura on his body, and his soul power was slowly being imprisoned. It seemed that he could no longer use anything on his body, and his soul tools seemed to have disappeared. He was like a primordial being.

Yang Ping'an then recalled all the skeletal remains he had discovered, and indeed none of them contained any soul tools, which was definitely unusual.

The King of Eeries let out another cold laugh: "You kids are quite quick-witted, noticing something unusual so soon. I won't harm you, but this place will be a giant tomb, burying everyone who enters."

Looking at the Ghost King's mocking expression, Yang Ping'an saw that the Ghost King didn't even float towards him again, but looked at him like an ant, as if he wanted to witness his death.

Seemingly realizing something, Yang Ping'an quickly spoke up: "If it's really as you say, then why are you looking at me like that, senior? Aren't you planning to attack me?"

The King of Eeries sneered, "You at least have a trace of divine aura, yet you lack even this basic knowledge. I was just curious about your martial spirit, and it seemed to have something unusual about it that I wanted to study."

"Logically speaking, your martial soul shouldn't exist on the Douluo Continent. How did it become like this? It seems you've experienced quite a few adventures."

Yang Ping'an felt increasingly uneasy. If it really was a god, why would it tell him these things? Moreover, he could clearly still use soul power, so why couldn't he use a soul tool? This clearly violated the rules of the Douluo world.

Thinking of this, Yang Ping'an hurriedly used his head soul bone skill to raise his mental power to the limit, but he still couldn't see through the surrounding environment, especially the strange black energy that seemed to be affecting his body.

Seeing himself seemingly beginning to dissolve, Yang Ping'an seemed to think of his father's hatred and his goal in living this life. Filled with resentment, he roared with all his might.

At that moment, the Golden Demon Dragon seemed to sense its unwillingness, especially since its own martial soul seemed to roar at the same time. A huge dragon roar came from its body, as if it could shatter its own soul.

Yang Ping'an coughed up a mouthful of blood, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground, his body covered in cold sweat.

The surrounding environment had changed; apart from the enormous, eerie king, he seemed to be in a grand hall.

Especially Yang Ping'an's body at this moment, his limbs have all been transformed into dragons, and his eyes are like those of a tall dragon, full of indomitable spirit.

The center of the main hall emitted a faint blue light, all emanating from a special flower. Around Yang Ping'an, various corpses were piled up, as if he were in hell.

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but burst into wild laughter: "Senior, this place is indeed amazing. No wonder so many people have died here. It seems it's all thanks to this flower."

The eerie king spoke in a sinister tone: "Boy, your two martial souls are not bad. They were even able to break through their limits and awaken. You do have some potential."

Yang Ping'an's face was contorted with rage, and he didn't care that his mouth was full of blood: "Senior, if I'm not mistaken, anyone who enters this hall will be affected by this Hell Flower. Their soul will leave their body without them realizing it, and eventually their soul will gradually dissolve. At that time, even gods and immortals will be unable to save them. And you, senior, did not actually do anything from beginning to end. You only witnessed their deaths."

At this moment, Yang Ping'an stared intently at the large blue flower in the center of the hall. It was a flower that looked very ordinary, but it was entirely blue, emitting an eerie light and a strange aura.

Yang Ping'an had only seen this flower once in Chrysanthemum Douluo's records, and in Chrysanthemum Douluo's records it was an immature flower. But the flower in front of him was obviously mature, which means that in terms of age, it was probably more than 100,000 years old or even higher.

This flower is called the Hell Flower, also known as the Flower of the Other Shore. Legend has it that it can communicate between the human world and the underworld. Anyone who sees this flower will have their soul affected and will involuntarily have their soul dissolved. Except for a very few special people, it is said that seeing it means certain death. It is also known as the Flower of Death.

It was only because Ghost Douluo's martial soul was special, and he was supposedly half-dead, that the Hell Flower's influence on him was reduced, allowing him to escape from there.

Especially considering Ghost Douluo's martial soul and physical condition, this place might be a treasure trove for him, and could even make him stronger.

Moreover, the entire space seems to be centered around the Hellflower, forming a massive array. It's likely that the rules of this space have changed. No wonder none of the skeletons Yang Ping'an saw had soul tools or clothes; they were just obliterated souls. It's even possible that Yang Ping'an has been affected by the Hellflower since entering.

The King of Eeries showed a rare hint of emotion: "Kid, you're quite interesting. I didn't expect you to be able to break free from the Hellflower's restrictions with only the strength of a quasi-Soul Saint. It seems that in terms of mental strength, you are no less than many Soul Douluos. And you must have something else on you, right?"

Yang Ping'an was taken aback. He did have a lot of good things on him, but they were mostly stored in his soul tools. He was able to get rid of the Hell Flower this time because of his second martial soul and his newly awakened bloodline.

Of course, there's another point: since he refined his body with ice and fire, his bloodline has changed, making him immune to all poisons and also effective in resisting the Hell Flower.

Yang Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief and bowed slightly to the King of the Uncanny: "This junior greets Lord Death."

(End of this chapter)