Douluo Continent: Twin Souls of the Underworld, Holding the Power of Life and Death

Broken Soul Cliff, a grotto.

Qian Anci had been unconscious for a full day and night.

He lay in the deepest part of the cave, breathing weakly, his face pale, looking as if he had been dead for several days.

Yesterday's battle was too exhausting.

The burden of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill [Dragon of the Underworld] far exceeds his current limit.

In addition, the mental energy consumed in guiding the souls of the dead has left his soul power depleted.

Ya Yi stood weakly guarding the cave entrance, his wounds still oozing blood.

He glanced back at Qian Anci from time to time, his gaze complex.

The bone dragon that blotted out the sky, the silent breath of the dead dragon, the terrifying pressure of the Martial Soul Fusion Technique...

Everything was beyond his comprehension.

What alarmed him even more was that ever since Qian Anci fell into a coma, terrifying mist had been constantly emanating from his body.

Outside the grotto, on an ancient tree a hundred feet away.

A figure, almost blending into the shadows, stood silently.

He was a secret guard secretly dispatched by Qian Daoliu, who had been following Qian Anci ever since he left Wuhun City.

In yesterday's bloody battle, just as the Soul Saint unleashed his Martial Soul True Form, he was about to make his move.

Unexpectedly, Qian Anci suddenly became violent.

The bone dragon merged with the scythe, transforming into a dragon of the underworld.

The overwhelming pressure that erupted in that instant made even a titled Douluo like him tremble in his soul.

"Twin martial souls... and martial soul fusion techniques..."

The guards whispered to themselves, their gazes grave.

He did not show himself, but continued to remain hidden.

Because he sensed that there seemed to be something else protecting Qian Anci.

……

Late at night.

Inside the cave, Ya Yi leaned against the stone wall, dozing off.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide.

An indescribable chill rose from the depths of my bones.

He turned his head stiffly.

Then, he saw it.

A figure appeared beside Qian Anci without anyone noticing.

She knelt down, gently picked up Qian Anci, and let him rest his head on her lap, stroking his face.

That face was almost unreal in its beauty, and its pale purple eyes held neither joy nor sorrow.

Ya's pupils suddenly contracted.

"you……"

He sprang up almost instinctively, rushing straight at the purple figure.

"Release Your Highness!"

He couldn't let anyone touch Qian Anci.

Especially at times like this.

However, he had barely moved.

The purple-haired woman raised her head and glanced at him indifferently.

She didn't raise her hand, didn't touch anything, and didn't even show any fluctuation of soul power.

However, the gray-white mist beside her rippled slightly.

An invisible force, like the waters of the River Styx, crashed down.

boom!

Ya Yi's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He looked up in horror.

The woman remained kneeling there, her posture unchanged.

Ya Yi had no doubt that if she hadn't held back, he would be a corpse by now.

"Shh, be quiet, he's too tired."

"Let him get some rest."

Xia Die spoke very softly, as if afraid of waking the boy in her arms.

The crow froze in place, not daring to move an inch.

"...Yes, ma'am."

Outside the cave, the guards also witnessed this scene.

He hid in the shadows, his breath catching in his throat.

What is that purple-haired woman?

Even he couldn't perceive its existence.

Moreover, that power instilled a fear deep within his soul in him, even though he was a titled Douluo.

Xia Die lowered her head and ignored Ya Yi.

She softly hummed some ancient ballad, her voice ethereal and distant, like a lament on the River Styx.

While unconscious, Qian Anci snuggled closer to her, his furrowed brows slowly relaxing.

Xia Die's fingertips hovered above his cheek, not falling.

"Sleep well, Anci."

She said softly.

"I've always been here."

The grayish-white mist gradually thickened, enveloping the two figures.

When the fog dissipated, the butterfly had vanished.

It was as if it had never existed.

Qian Anci remained lying in the same spot, but her complexion was slightly rosier than before, and her breathing was much more steady.

Ya leaned against the stone wall, remaining silent for a long time.

He glanced at the bloodstains on his chest, then at Qian Anci, and finally lowered his head without saying a word.

There are some things that, even if you see them, you should pretend you didn't.

Outside the cave, the guard took a deep look inside before quietly disappearing into the night.

He must immediately report all of this to the High Priest.

……

The next morning.

Qian Anci opened her eyes.

He felt as if he had slept for a very, very long time.

"woke up?"

Xia Die's voice rang in her mind, carrying a hint of lazy laughter.

"How does it feel?"

"very good."

Qian Anci responded in his heart, his brows furrowing slightly.

"It's too good."

"Xia Die, what have you done?"

"I took care of you all night, of course you'll recover quickly."

The butterfly chuckled softly.

Qian Anci was taken aback: "How did you do that?"

"secret."

Xia Die kept everyone in suspense and said no more.

Qian Anci sat up and looked towards the cave entrance.

Ya Yi immediately walked over and knelt on one knee: "Your Highness, you're awake."

"Your injury..."

Qian Anci noticed that Ya Yi's face was pale, as if he had overindulged in sex, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Why has it gotten worse?"

Crow's body stiffened slightly.

He recalled the purple-haired woman's warning from the previous night.

"Your Highness, last night... I had a mishap while healing myself, but it's nothing serious."

Qian Anci frowned, but did not ask any further questions.

He calmed his mind and looked inward at himself.

Immediately, his pupils contracted slightly.

"Level 40..."

He took a nap, and his level suddenly jumped from level 39 to 40?

"Between life and death lies great terror, but also great opportunity."

The butterfly spoke at the opportune moment.

"You've already reached that critical point; the breakthrough is just a natural consequence."

Besides, I just helped you regulate your meridians last night. If you still can't break through level 40, you might as well find a block of tofu and smash your head against it.

Qian Anci got up and stretched his limbs.

He could feel the soul power surging within him like a tide.

"Crow One".

"Your subordinate is here."

"Your injuries are quite serious. Go back to the Spirit Hall to report and recuperate."

Qian Anci said calmly.

"I have broken through level 40, and my injuries have mostly healed. I am preparing to head to the nearest Sunset Forest to hunt for my fourth spirit ring."

Ya suddenly looked up.

"Your Highness, this..."

"That's an order."

Qian Anci looked at him, a gray glint flashing in her eyes.

After thinking for a moment, Ya Yi could only nod: "...Your subordinate obeys."

He rose, bowed respectfully, and left the cave.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Qian Anci one last time, his gaze complex.

Should he tell His Highness about the existence of that purple-haired woman?

No… His Highness seems unaware of this.

Besides, the other party has no intention of harming His Highness, so let it be! What if this is just His Highness and that woman having a little fling?

After Ya Yi left, Qian Anci stood alone in the cave, gazing towards the direction of Sunset Forest.

"Let's go."

He straightened his robes, and his white figure darted out of the cave like a ghost, disappearing into the vast forest.

……

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back by the window, looking at the intelligence report that had been sent to him.

Twin Martial Souls?

Second Martial Soul, Dragon?

Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Dragon of the Underworld.

And... a purple-haired woman that even a titled Douluo couldn't see through.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time.

"An Ci, you brat, how could you keep this from even your grandfather..."

"Oh well, never mind!"

"I'm getting old, I can't keep up with the way young people think."