Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

That was deep within the Riyue Mountains.

Boom—!

A dazzling golden beam of light shot into the sky without warning!

The golden light was extremely pure, carrying an imperial and domineering aura, instantly tearing apart the night and blood-red hues that shrouded the capital.

The beam of light pierced the sky, illuminating not only half the horizon but also emanating an energy fluctuation that made all the titled Douluo present tremble.

The golden light contained not just soul power or light energy, but an ancient aura that transcended all things.

Mu En and Long Xiaoyao, who were exchanging blows at full force, froze almost simultaneously.

"roar--"

The illusory Holy Dragon behind Moon let out an unprecedented wail, not of fear, but of trembling and submission from the depths of its bloodline.

He clearly felt that his martial spirit was frantically issuing warnings, which was a sign of awe for the origin of life at a higher level.

For the first time, a violent wavering appeared in Long Xiaoyao's deep, dark eyes.

The dark holy dragon within him was also restless, a mark etched deep within the dragon race's soul—the oppressive aura of a god.

"Then... what exactly is it?" Long Xiaoyao's voice was a little dry. Even though he was the Limit Douluo who stood at the pinnacle of the continent, he felt a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

Moon stared intently at the golden light, his aged eyes reflecting the slowly rising silhouette of the terrifying weapon. He exhaled a long breath: "That's the power of the Dragon God..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "It seems that Di Tian back then really didn't use his full strength. This power is his true trump card."

That was the oppressive aura emanating from the Dragon Clan's magic sword—the Dragon Slayer Blade.

It was transformed from a horn of the Dragon God, carrying the power of divine judgment.

The battlefield below was equally desolate.

The illusory image of the Taotie Divine Ox in Xuanzi's hand was dim and lifeless, and this Super Douluo felt his heart pounding with fear.

Yu Wuji, standing beside him, trembled violently. His prized Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul was so powerful that he could barely lift his head under the pressure of this pure dragon god.

However, those most affected were Ye Xishui and Zhong Liwu.

The Death Tower's energy accumulation was instantly interrupted, and the blood-red light on the tower's body flickered violently under the golden light, as if it had encountered its nemesis.

Ye Xishui groaned, feeling that the golden light contained a power of judgment specifically targeting evil and heretical paths.

The deathly aura formed from countless wronged souls melted away the moment the golden light touched it, just like snow melting under the blazing sun. One could even hear the mournful wails and sounds of release from the wronged souls.

"Ah—!" Ye Xishui let out a sharp cry of pain, and the Death God Puppet in her hand trembled.

Zhongli Wu's situation was even worse. His overwhelming sea of ​​blood seemed to boil the moment the golden light swept over it, and a large amount of his essence blood evaporated directly.

The golden light not only suppressed the death energy, but also burned his soul.

"What... what kind of monster is this! It can actually suppress the original power of my Holy Spirit Sect!" Zhong Liwu's face turned pale, and his originally sinister eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

For a moment, both sides, whether human or beast, righteous or evil, were rendered speechless by the dragon god's might of this dragon-slaying blade.

…………

Many years later, when the elderly Zhang Peng recalled that afternoon that changed his fate in his later years, a complex mix of sorrow would still well up in his chest.

It should have been an ordinary autumn day, with the sunlight sparsely falling in front of the dilapidated wooden house.

But Moon's letter from afar was like a thunderbolt, shattering his fragile peace.

In the letter, the old man, who was separated by thousands of miles, used the position of a senior elder of the Sea God Pavilion as bait to kick this "old relic" who was over ninety years old into the den of dragons and tigers - to infiltrate the Holy Spirit Cult as an undercover agent.

Although Zhang Peng cursed Zi Ji's words "as long as you can withstand my attacks for an hour" a thousand times in his heart, he also knew that his old bones probably had no other choice but to take on this hot potato.

After all, who told him to almost get shot by Zi Ji in mid-air and lose his bearings, and then shamelessly shout out that earth-shattering "Grandma, I surrender"?

Since they "voluntarily" entered the game, they have to play the whole part.

After signing the contract, Zhang Peng met the legendary Spirit Pagoda Master, Electrolux.

This necromancer from another world personally took charge of training him.

However, Zhang Peng's qualifications are really not impressive.

Faced with those obscure runes and chilling magical fluctuations, this titled Douluo appeared clumsy and awkward.

"Sigh...you old man, you're hopeless." Ilex looked at the novice in front of him who took three days to practice even the simplest 'Resentment Amplification' and shook his head helplessly. "Alright, you've got no hope of mastering high-level magic in this lifetime. Just learn a few low-level necromancy spells so you can put on a show in front of those idiots in the Holy Spirit Cult and not be seen through at a glance."

Although he was rejected, Zhang Peng still felt a little comforted by receiving the true teachings of the Necromancer Saint.

And what surprised him the most was yet to come.

To match his new identity, Zi Ji generously bestowed upon Zhang Peng a precious treasure—the left arm soul bone of the Ten-Thousand-Year Dark God Demon Tiger!

In addition, there is a 60,000-year-old spinal bone of a tiger-type soul beast.

Zhang Peng is a true "all-bones Luo"—his entire body is made of his own bones!

With these two soul bones, plus that half-baked necromancy, he'd like to see which of those evil soul masters from the Holy Spirit Cult could recognize that this old bone was actually here to cause trouble!

After the training, Zhang Peng slung his simple bag over his shoulder, gazed at the vast forest shrouded in gray-black mist in the distance, took a deep breath of the decaying air, and took his first step.

Our destination is the Demon Forest. It is not only the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult, but also the territory of the Evil Emperor.

Before he set off, Huo Yutong had already paved the way for him.

Through Xie Lin's "mind communication" channel, she directly imprinted Zhang Peng's identity information into Xie Di's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Young man, rest assured." At that moment, the Evil Emperor's magnificent and vast spiritual energy exploded directly in his mind. "As long as I remember this, no matter which Evil Eye is in this Demon Forest, it will not be of any harm to you. On the contrary, they will provide you with convenience."

……

After a long and arduous journey, Zhang Peng finally stood on the outskirts of the Demon Forest.

Looking up, towering ancient trees block out the sun, and the occasional mournful roars of beasts echoing through the forest send chills down your spine.

"This godforsaken place is so big, where am I supposed to dig up the Holy Spirit Cult's hideout?" Zhang Peng frowned, cursing inwardly that old bastard Mu En was pushing him into a fire pit.

But since things had come to this point, he had no choice but to try anything, so he gritted his teeth and stepped into this forbidden area.

(The Undercover Douluo Chronicles is longer than I expected. You can save it for later reading. It won't be finished until next week.)