Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

At the top of the Spirit Transmission Tower, in the center of a huge circular chamber, a complex and profound six-pointed star array has already been imprinted on the ground.

Huo Yutong and Xiao Mo stood facing each other, at the nodes at both ends of the formation.

Electrox held a staff, his gaze solemn yet kind.

"Is everything ready?"

Huo Yutong nodded, her eyes clear and firm; Xiao Mo also nodded slightly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

With a light tap of the staff, two ancient and mysterious runes appeared in the air, swirling with golden light, rotating slowly as if they were alive.

The runes disappeared into the brows of Yu Tong and Xiao Mo respectively—in that instant, it seemed as if light emanated from their bodies, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly, as if it were being cleansed by an invisible divine power.

The little tapir's figure gradually became transparent, transforming into countless flowing starlight points that gently merged into Yu Tong's body.

Huo Yutong gently closed her eyes, and her Spirit Eye Martial Soul was naturally released, with six Soul Rings appearing one after another: the first two rings were as white as jade, with ten golden patterns shining brightly on them; the rest of the Soul Rings were a deep and majestic red.

Immediately afterwards, the seventh spirit ring began to condense—not through a violent burst of energy, but through a natural fusion like the flow of spring water. The halo gradually intensified, eventually transforming into a soft crimson that quietly surrounded her.

At the same time, a crystal-clear head bone quietly took shape and perfectly merged with her spiritual sea.

His soul power steadily increased until he reached level 74.

Huo Yutong opened her eyes, her pupils seemingly sparkling with starlight.

The little tapir's phantom floated lightly beside her, affectionately nuzzling her cheek.

"Please take care of me from now on, Amahiko!"

Next, a lively scene unfolded within Huo Yutong's spiritual sea.

The little tapir was a natural social butterfly—the moment she appeared, she raised her front hooves and greeted everyone with a beaming smile:

"Your Majesty the Ice Emperor is indeed as rumored, both the embodiment of ice and snow and the pearl of the far north."

"Crescent Moon, Queen of the Silver Moon, your will is like the bright moon, steadfast and radiant."

"This must be a powerful member of the Evil Emperor clan, right? The spiritual power of the Evil Eye Tyrant clan is unmatched by all of us spiritual-type soul beasts."

"Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, you... haven't changed at all." Little Mo couldn't find the words.

Then she spun around, her eyes curving into crescent moons:

"I am Xiao Mo, the current leader of the Dream-Eating Baku clan. From now on, we will all be in Yu Tong's spiritual sea; I hope you will all take good care of me!"

Xie Lin responded first, his tone filled with admiration: "Hello, I am Xie Lin, son of the Evil Emperor."

The other spirits also stepped forward, and the atmosphere quickly became lively.

"Little Baku, why is my sister different from the other beasts?" Tianmeng said irritably.

"How about I give you a beautiful dream?" The little tapir casually put its arm around Tianmeng's shoulder.

"Okay, first of all, I need a mountain of millennia-old ice marrow..." Tianmeng started making demands again.

……

Meanwhile, in Brigitte's office, the atmosphere was both heavy and intense.

Ji Juechen, Gongyang Mo, Beibei, He Caitou, Jing Ziyan, Ye Guyi, Ning Tian, ​​Wu Feng, Xiao Xiao, and others were all present. The huge office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"I have summoned you all here for the matter of the soul beasts," said Bi Ji, sitting behind her desk. "These soul beasts are all 100,000 years old in cultivation."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped. A 100,000-year-old soul beast!

Such an opportunity, at any time, would be enough to trigger a war that would sweep across the continent.

Biji changed the subject, lightly tapping the table with her fingertips: "Among them are rare items that can help your martial souls evolve. However, there are rules first—not only you yourselves, but also your families must join my Spirit Pagoda."

The air instantly became viscous.

Bei Bei loosened her clenched fist and said in a deep voice, "Elder Huo, as you know, my family cannot be moved into the Spirit Transmission Tower as a whole. But if Xiao Ya can obtain this 100,000-year-old soul spirit, it will be the same as mine. I hereby swear that I will serve the Spirit Transmission Tower for the rest of my life."

His words were earnest, yet also tinged with helplessness; he couldn't very well abandon his ancestor for the sake of a chance encounter.

"I'm an orphan, and the Tang Clan is my home." Tang Ya quickly replied, holding Bei Bei's hand tightly, her eyes full of determination. "Now that the Tang Clan is part of the Spirit Pagoda, so naturally I am too."

Ji Juechen said in a muffled voice, "I'm not good with words. I'm willing to die for the Spirit Pagoda, but as for family matters... I'll try my best to explain."

Jing Ziyan gently took Ji Juechen's hand and nodded firmly: "Juechen and I will persuade our families together."

Gongyang Mo's eyes gleamed with longing: "Elder Huo, if this soul spirit can guarantee the evolution of my martial soul, I'm confident I can persuade the entire family to join!"

He Caitou then shook his head, gazing into the distance: "I am also an orphan, but I have a mission that I must complete. My future is uncertain... but my heart still yearns for the Spirit Pagoda."

This can be seen as a tacit refusal, as he distanced loyalty from personal choice.

"I'm willing! I can write a letter to Grandpa right now!" Xiao Xiao exclaimed excitedly.

Ning Tianxiu frowned, representing the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and thus in the most difficult position: "Elder Huo, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Spirit Transmission Tower have always been on good terms, but after all, it is a major sect with a history of ten thousand years..."

"One 100,000-year-old Qiluo Tulip," Biji slowly announced, interrupting Ning Tian's hesitation. "Its effects far surpass those of what your ancestor took. Also, one 100,000-year-old Blazing Apricot Blossom, plus fifty Eight Treasure Glazed Pills."

boom!

Ning Tian felt his mind go blank, and Wu Feng was so shocked that he covered his mouth.

This is no simple recruitment; it is a generous gift that could overturn the future of the sect!

"I...I'll go write a letter to my father right away!" Ning Tian's voice trembled with excitement. He grabbed Wu Feng and rushed outside, afraid that if he was a step too slow, this incredible opportunity would slip away.

Seeing this, Ye Guyi gave a bitter smile and said in a low voice, "I am also an orphan, but I have a powerful force that owes me a debt of gratitude... I will find a way to get them to join the Spirit Pagoda as well."

"No rush." ​​Biji raised her hand, signaling everyone to calm down. "This matter is of great importance. You may all return and discuss it in detail with your families and teachers. Our Spirit Pagoda always keeps its word."

A major international event has recently taken place, with a bombshell announcement shaking the continent: the Heavenly Soul Empire has officially issued an edict, designating the entire vast Sunset Forest as the domain of the Soul Beast race.

From then on, Sunset Forest was no longer a hunting ground for humans, but completely became the private territory of the Beast God Di Tian.

Deep within the imperial palace of the Sun and Moon Empire, Xu Mu leaned against the bed, a mocking smile tugging at his pale face: "Heh... this Beast God is truly remarkable."

Before his laughter subsided, a violent cough interrupted him, dark red blood splattering onto his robes. He cursed inwardly, placing all the blame on his unfilial son, Xu Tianran.

You little brat, you think I'm about to die? I'm determined to hold on! I haven't lost this game yet!

He waved his hand roughly, took the silk handkerchief that the maidservant beside him handed him tremblingly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked out the window with a sinister gaze.

Meanwhile, inside the Star Luo Imperial Palace.

Xu Jiawei paced anxiously back and forth in the imperial study, his boots striking the gold bricks with rapid, clattering sounds.

"Jiujiu," he abruptly stopped, grabbed a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote powerful characters on the snow-white Xuan paper, "You must personally go to the Spirit Pagoda headquarters. This letter must be delivered to Lord Elex, the Pagoda Master, in your own hands!"