Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

In this world where yin and yang are reversed, there is no longer the bloody and murderous city of slaughter. Instead, there is a strange place called the City of Healing.

This place is also a place of exile for the most vicious criminals on the continent, but the rules here are completely opposite to those of the Killing City. The core concept of the Healing City is to reform evil with mercy. There is no hellish killing arena here, only a huge arena called the Redemption Arena.

To leave the Healing City alive, the conditions are extremely demanding: you must achieve a hundred consecutive victories in the arena!

Moreover, the most absurd rule is: in battle, you must completely defeat your opponent, but you must never kill them or leave them with irreversible disabilities!

For those ruthless outlaws accustomed to the dangers of life and death, this was worse than killing them. They had to survive the frenzied attacks while simultaneously restraining themselves at crucial moments, requiring terrifying control of their soul power and intense mental torture. Countless vicious criminals here suffered mental breakdowns, transforming into madmen spouting platitudes about morality.

And Qian Xunji is a living god who came out of this healing capital!

Back then, he achieved a hundred victories and obtained the unique Healing Domain. The effect of this domain is that once activated, it can not only provide a continuous source of life force restoration for friendly forces within its range, but also forcibly suppress the enemy's ferocity and fighting spirit. Under the cover of the Healing Domain, the enemy will involuntarily feel an impulse to lay down their weapons and become a Buddha on the spot, losing all fighting spirit and becoming helpless to be slaughtered.

Half a month later, Qian Xunji skillfully traversed a misty forest shrouded in sacred white light and arrived at a magnificent underground city built entirely of pure white marble, radiating a soft glow.

As a living god with healing abilities, he was not bound by the rules of the Healing City. He ignored the law enforcers around him, who were wearing white robes and had fake smiles on their faces, and walked straight into the temple at the deepest part of the city.

In the center of the temple, on a throne carved from pure white warm jade, sat a middle-aged man with a full head of blond hair, a handsome and dignified face. He closed his eyes and exuded a peaceful aura that made people want to worship him.

This is the absolute ruler of the Healing Capital—the King of Healing, the biological father of Qian Xunji, and the former Grand Elder of the Angelic Sect, Qian Daoliu!

"Father, it's time to go home."

Qianxun stopped at the foot of the throne steps, her voice steady yet carrying an undeniable penetrating power that echoed through the empty temple.

The Healing King on the throne slowly opened his eyes. A fleeting moment of blankness and struggle flashed in his golden eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an empty, emotionless benevolence.

"God of Healing, you've mistaken me for someone else." The King of Healing's voice was so gentle it sent chills down one's spine. He smiled slightly, as if looking at a lost lamb.

"Your father is not here, only the King of the Healing City. For the sake of the salvation you received here, leave and do not disturb the peace here."

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, Qian Xunji sneered inwardly.

In this world, there is no Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King that secretly parasitizes the King of Slaughter. Instead, there is a strange soul beast that is 100,000 years old and called the Holy White Nine-Radiant Illusion Butterfly!

This kind of soul beast doesn't have powerful physical attacks, but it excels at creating an illusion called Bliss. By constantly instilling false peace and benevolence, it completely hypnotizes and assimilates the host's mind, eventually turning the host into a puppet that can only carry out persuasion commands. Even though my father was a level 99 Peerless Douluo, he was caught off guard and fell into its trap, and it's highly likely that this thing parasitized his spiritual sea.

It's pointless to reason with a puppet who's been forcibly made a saint. To awaken Qian Daoliu, this false cycle of benevolence must be broken.

"The key to the Healing Capital is to influence people with compassion, and cannot bear the slightest bloodshed or sacrifice, right?" Chihiro's lips curled into a crazed smile.

"What if... your closest relative bleeds in front of you?"

Can your kindness maintain that false peace?

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Xunji suddenly raised his right hand. Instead of summoning the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, he directly used his restored peak soul power to condense a sharp light blade.

"Pfft!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Xunji swung his sword backhand and plunged it fiercely into his left shoulder!

Blood gushed out instantly, staining his gray robe red, dripping down his arm onto the pristine white marble floor with a piercing dripping sound.

"What...what are you doing?" The compassionate expression on the King of Healing's face froze instantly, and his brows twitched violently.

Within this sacred temple, where serious injury and killing were strictly forbidden, the glaring crimson blood, like the most potent poison, frantically stimulated the core array of the Healing Capital.

More importantly, blood is thicker than water. Seeing his own son harming himself in front of him, Qian Daoliu's subconscious protective instinct as a father finally erupted like a volcano!

"You want to reform me? You want to heal me? Then let's see if you, this hypocritical king, can heal a son who bleeds endlessly trying to awaken his father!"

Qian Xunji remained expressionless, drew his light blade, and with a backhand slash, carved a deep, bone-revealing gash into his thigh, causing even more blood to gush out.

"Stop! Don't hurt him!"

The King of Healing suddenly let out a shrill scream. He clutched his head tightly with both hands. Half of his once empty and benevolent eyes now shone with a holy white light, while the other half erupted with the terrifying pressure and furious golden light of a level 99 peerless Douluo. Two completely different wills were tearing and fighting wildly within his body.

"Get out of my body! You hypocritical beast!"

With a deafening roar, a six-winged angel phantom, as dazzling as the sun, suddenly unfolded behind Qian Daoliu. Terrifying flames of light instantly engulfed the entire temple!

"squeak--"

A sharp, piercing, and terrified insect chirp came from the top of Qian Daoliu's head. Immediately afterwards, a huge butterfly with nine pairs of pure white transparent wings and a body the size of a millstone was forcibly forced out of Qian Daoliu's sea of ​​consciousness by the golden flames!

This is the 190,000-year-old parasitic soul beast—the Holy White Nine Luminaries Illusion Butterfly!

As soon as it left its host, it began to flap its wings frantically, scattering large amounts of white scales that could induce sleep, attempting to escape the temple by using the mist.

"Trying to run? Did you ask the sword in my hand first?"

Qian Xunji sneered; the bleeding from his wounds had stopped thanks to the passive effect of the Healing Domain. He stomped his foot, and the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul instantly materialized, its ninth red soul ring shining brightly!

"Ninth Soul Skill, Angelic Judgment!"

Countless golden lightsabers, like a storm, sealed off the sky above the entire hall, trapping the Holy White Nine Luminaries Butterfly firmly in the center.

At the same time, Qian Daoliu, who had fully regained his senses, also moved. Having been suppressed and controlled by this beast for so many years, the anger in the heart of this Limit Douluo had reached its peak.

"You beast, prepare to die!"