Douluo Continent: Starting from Leading Ferocious Beasts to Transform into Demons

Chapter 111, "Mirror Red Dust," finally makes its debut.

Although he did disapprove of Shrek Academy's school spirit and way of doing things at the time, he felt that if things continued like this, Shrek Academy would eventually be destroyed.

He was willing to sacrifice some people to eradicate Shrek Academy's deep-seated problems, but that didn't mean sacrificing everyone.

Shrek Academy went all out for this operation, leaving only a few healing department teachers behind. This was only because Moon strongly insisted on keeping them, since almost all the teachers had been brainwashed, not to mention they believed that the gods were invincible.

Therefore, Moon is half-mad. Rebuilding Shrek Academy is his only wish in this life, even if it is just a small academy, like Shrek Academy ten thousand years ago.

"Jing Hongchen, you're still alive?"

The enormous Holy Dragon of Light opened its massive maw, its terrifying golden eyes revealing a look of surprise. This guy had actually survived.

"I'm a Soul Master!"

A proud look appeared on Jing Hongchen's dirty face. Although those people had stolen all his level-nine soul tools, he could still obtain metal soul tools through some means.

Of course, this is under the premise that no gods care, as the arrogance of the gods makes them not too concerned about the situation of mortals.

"What's the situation now?"

Looking at the Soul Masters still breathing on the back of the Holy Dragon of Light, Jing Hongchen probably knew that the other party had come to pick them up.

"Hongchen, we've got a pretty good relationship, haven't we?"

Mu En grinned, his dragon-like mouth bulging. He truly hadn't expected Jing Hongchen to survive. Given Jing Hongchen's former status and such great contributions, his future should be promising.

"That's really something, forced teaching, stealing my soul tool, coercing me to stay."

"Also, 'Red Dust' is a surname, not a given name."

Jing Hongchen's mind had already processed what had happened. It was obvious that the human side had lost, and because he was far away, he had only seen a beam of soul guidance attacking the god. Now it seemed that the Sun Moon Empire had won.

Mu En gave an awkward smile. Jing Hongchen's treatment at Shrek Academy was indeed a little bit bad, but wasn't it all due to the gods' coercion?

"Then I'll still call you Master of the Mortal Realm. The Sun Moon Empire has changed a lot. If you go back now, even the emperor might not believe you."

Mu En's words made Jing Hongchen's face turn ugly, and she subconsciously ignored the pain in her body.

Indeed, no matter what, Jing Hongchen has leaked the secrets of the Sun Moon Empire and gone out. Returning would be a capital offense, and even if he doesn't die, he'll be sidelined for the rest of his life.

Moon used his soul power to kill the mangled corpse on his back; they knew too much.

Upon seeing this, Jing Hongchen's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously took a step back. He couldn't possibly defeat a Limit Douluo.

"How about we make a deal?"

Upon hearing Mu En's words, Jing Hongchen already had some guesses in his mind.

Tell me about it.

"You, the Master of the Red Dust Hall, were steadfast and unyielding, unwilling to reveal the secrets of the Sun and Moon, yet in the end, you were forcibly subjected to a soul search by the gods, and ultimately, the information was leaked."

"But with a deep love for the Sun Moon Empire, he survived this brutal war and helped Mu En deal with the rebels on Douluo Continent, preparing for the Sun Moon Empire to unify the continent."

"The blame lies entirely with the gods. You may kill anyone who has ever attended your lectures, and you will also receive credit. With this credit, the Sun Moon Empire will not make things too difficult for you."

"So, Master Hongchen, you don't want your grandchildren to be bullied, do you?"

Seemingly finding Kong Deming's quote useful, Mu En also modified it and used it.

"Alright, I promise you. Tell me the details."

Jing Hongchen realized that this was indeed the only option left. What if the other party couldn't handle it and killed him? Anyway, he decided to agree and ask about the situation first.

Moon was in a good mood at this moment, hoping to gain as much favor as possible.

While explaining the situation to the other party, Mu En continued to pick up people with Jing Hongchen, looking forward to the future.

……

"What kind of monsters are those guys? What kind of formation are they making of?!"

Zhongli Wu had already fled with his elderly mother and the remaining members of his team, even abandoning the formation that was mostly completed.

Although they were still chattering on and on, saying that their Holy Ruler was a first-level god and would surely be able to wipe out all enemies, so he didn't need to worry, could he believe it?

Zhongli Wu, as an evil soul master, has survived to this day and become so strong because of his boldness, meticulousness, and caution.

He was unaware of the hierarchical divisions among the gods, nor did he know the strength of the gods on the Douluo Continent. However, he only knew that the other side had a large number of people, and that he only needed to send out one god to crush them.

No matter how strong that sage ruler is, it's not his own strength. Zhongli Wu doesn't believe that the other party will care about his life or death after his arrival.

As for Ye Xishui, she wanted revenge, but not to die meaninglessly; she continued to live on.

Zhongli Wu dispatched all his subordinates, sparing not even his own elderly mother, and personally took action, slaughtering dozens of cities in a whirlwind, all to attract the attention of others.

Zhongli Wu and his group of evil soul masters did not gain any benefit from the massacre of the city. They simply grabbed a little something and arrived at the designated rendezvous point—the far north city, which was completely opposite to the route of the massacre.

Seeing that nearly half of the Holy Spirit Cult members were gone, Zhongli Wu ignored the greedy group and led the rest of them into the far north, where they would connect the passage.

To his surprise, the guy called the Grim Reaper was able to return; ordinary cult members wouldn't have such strong patience.

Most of those who didn't return stayed there because of greed. After all, he only ordered the destruction of some weaker cities, and he still cherished his followers (resources) since they were running low.

Turning their attention away from the Grim Reaper, Zhongli Wu and his followers, wrapped in thick woolen coats they had stolen, began slaughtering the soul beasts of the far north.

Blowing in the biting cold wind, Zhong Liwu missed the array he had created after slaughtering several small soul beast settlements. The far north was really hard to stay in, and he didn't know how long it would take to gather enough materials.

Ye Xishui looked at the exposed metal on the ground after the battle with the soul beast, a smile of excitement appearing in her eyes, which then turned to sadness.

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon."

The intense, mad love intertwined with the unbearable stench of blood, creating the strange aura emanating from Ye Xishui.

……

After Kong Deming led the Soul Masters of the Sun Moon Empire into the border, they were discovered by the stationed army. They then reported the news all the way, and the news that the Douluo Three Kingdoms had voluntarily submitted to the Sun Moon Empire quickly spread throughout the entire Sun Moon Empire.

The entire empire was filled with joy, and the undercurrents that had been brewing beneath the surface disappeared.

Soul beasts are so strong, we can't beat them anyway, so let's just leave it at that. Besides, they even helped us force the Douluo Three Kingdoms to surrender, they're really good.

Whether it was genuine or feigned, this idea quickly gained nationwide acceptance.

That's right, that's it! Long live the Demon Lord!

The old emperor became the most brilliant and accomplished emperor in the history of the Sun and Moon Empire.

I heard that on that day, the old emperor summoned all the historians and watched them record this history word by word.

Of course, the historians were also very accommodating. Although some of them were depicted as having pig heads, their patriotism led them to embellish this small matter a bit. After all, they were the ones recording this history, and future generations could only feel envy and resentment.

However, while some were happy, others were sad. One disabled man had never hated his father more than at this moment for not dying.

Unification, huh?

(End of this chapter)