Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

Just then, Electrolux's phantom image quietly appeared beside Huo Yutong.

A hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He slowly raised his hands and began to chant ancient and obscure necromancy.

Each syllable of those incantations seemed to emanate from the deepest abyss, carrying a chilling pressure that sent shivers down one's spine.

"The souls of the Holy Spirit Cult are filthy and defiled. If they are allowed to roam the world, it is hard to guarantee that they will not possess innocent soul masters and be reborn."

Gray-gold runes floated out from his body, dense and mysterious, like a giant net, enveloping Zhongli Wu's not-yet-completely-dissipated soul high in the sky.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The moment Zhongli Wu's soul came into contact with those runes, it felt as if boiling oil had been poured over it, and it let out an extremely shrill scream.

Each rune was like a red-hot branding iron, scorching his very soul.

Electrox stared expressionlessly at the struggling soul, the Tower of Eternity slowly rotating beside him.

Catch it. Then extinguish it. This is the cleanest way to handle it.

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled—

Ye Xishui's corpse suddenly emitted a dazzling light, a pure light.

Brilliant golden-red flames rose from her broken body, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, enveloping her entirely.

That power was warm, sacred, and immense, carrying an awe-inspiring majesty that made one dare not look directly at it.

"This is... the power of the Phoenix of Light?!"

Xuanzi's eyes widened. He was all too familiar with this aura. It was the unique power of the Bright Phoenix Martial Soul, and it was Yan Shaozhe's Martial Soul!

"Her second martial soul... is the Phoenix of Light?!" Poisonous Immortal gasped. "This old hag actually has twin martial souls?!"

The resurrection power of the Phoenix of Light was triggered passively, and Ye Xishui had no control over it at all.

She was completely unconscious at this moment, relying solely on her martial spirit's instincts. The golden-red phoenix phantom above her head slowly spread its wings, repairing and reshaping her shattered body bit by bit.

As the light faded, Ye Xishui suddenly opened her eyes; she was still alive.

But his face was as pale as paper, his breath was extremely weak, and he could not even stand steadily. He could only lean against the ruins and gasp for breath.

Her weakened state after resurrection meant that her current combat power was even less than that of an ordinary Soul Master.

"Xi Shui...this is...the Phoenix of Light?! You actually possess twin martial souls!!"

Long Xiaoyao struggled to his feet from the ruins, blood still flowing from the wound in his abdomen where the Golden Dragon Spear had pierced him, but he couldn't care less about his injury at the moment.

He stared intently at Ye Xishui, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and... the pain of being deceived his entire life.

"Why...why didn't you tell me?!"

His voice trembled, like that of a fool who had been kept in the dark by the person he trusted most his whole life.

Moon, standing some distance away, was equally shocked. For the first time, an expression of near-complaint appeared on his aged face.

Twin Martial Souls...Phoenix of Light...

Could it be that there were hidden details about what happened back then that he didn't know?!

Moon's heart sank. The "truth" he had always believed in, the misunderstanding that had tormented three people for a lifetime—

Could it be that it was wrong from the very beginning?

But Di Tian didn't give them much time to reflect.

"sucker Punch."

He didn't even change his expression. The Golden Dragon Spear was raised once more—

The ninth shot.

This time, there were no fancy tricks, no pre-emptive strikes.

The spear tip, like a meteor falling to the ground, pierced Ye Xishui's heart once again with precision and ruthlessness.

The light of the Phoenix of Light had just begun to shine when it was abruptly extinguished by the extreme dark power attached to the Golden Dragon Spear.

During her weakened state after resurrection, Ye Xishui had no ability to resist whatsoever.

Her pupils dilated again, and her body slowly slid to the ground.

This time, no light shone.

Ye Xishui is really dead.

"The soul returns."

Electrolux's deep incantation rang out again.

The gray-gold runes had woven into a huge net, enveloping Ye Xishui's soul within it.

"Aaaaaah—!!"

Zhongliwu's soul struggled and screamed frantically within the runes, but to no avail.

Ye Xishui's soul was relatively calm, but in her illusory eyes, there seemed to be a trace of lingering obsession.

The entrance to the undead demiplane slowly opened in the void, like a silent giant maw, swallowing the two souls simultaneously.

The entrance closed, and all was calm.

Electrolux withdrew his hands, and the light of the Tower of Eternity dimmed slightly. He turned to Huo Yutong and said in a low voice, "Yutong, their souls have been sealed in the undead demiplane. I will personally oversee this and will not allow them any chance to possess another body and be reborn."

Huo Yutong nodded, glancing with a complicated expression at the direction where Ye Xishui had fallen in the distance.

Ye Xishui, a peerless Douluo and the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, has thus come to an end.

Long Xiaoyao knelt in the ruins, looking in the direction where Ye Xishui had finally fallen, tears streaming down his face.

Di Tian's figure slowly descended upon the ruins.

He held the golden dragon spear at an angle, his steps steady, and with each step he took, the pebbles beneath his feet turned to dust.

He walked up to Long Xiaoyao, raising the tip of his spear to within an inch of Long Xiaoyao's forehead.

Long Xiaoyao did not move.

He didn't even consider retreating. The spearhead, so close at hand, radiated a blinding light like the blazing sun, stinging his eyes but unable to pierce his already battered heart.

He could already feel the destructive power emanating from the Golden Dragon Spear; it was true death.

"It's over."

Long Xiaoyao slowly closed his eyes.

Xi Shui died. The secret about the Phoenix of Light, along with her, was buried forever in the yellow earth.

Ah-en... I'm sorry. See you in the next life.

He waited quietly for the final blow to fall.

"Senior Di Tian—"

A hurried voice came from afar, and Mu En's figure arrived like lightning, landing beside Di Tian.

"Please give me some face and let me... say goodbye to Xiaoyao."

Di Tian's golden vertical pupils shifted slightly as he glanced at Mu En.

A moment later, he flipped his wrist, and the Golden Dragon Spear transformed into a golden light and returned to his body.

Without wasting any words, Mu En quickly walked to Long Xiaoyao's side.

He simply sat down slowly, on the broken wall next to Long Xiaoyao, side by side with him.

"Xiaoyao..." Mu En's voice was a little hoarse, "We haven't sat down and had a proper conversation in over a century. There are so many things I want to ask you, so many things I want to tell you... but now..."

"Ah En..." Long Xiaoyao opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Mu En.

"I have some wine here!"

Xuanzi's signature loud voice boomed from mid-air.

He landed beside the two of them in a flash, took out a tightly sealed jar of fine wine from his storage soul tool, and slapped open the mud seal, instantly releasing a rich aroma of wine.

"I don't use a cup, I drink it directly." Xuanzi scratched his head, looking serious.

"Here's a cup!"

Not to be outdone, Du Busi charged over from Xu Mu's palace, carrying an exquisite tea set in his hand. No one knew how he had managed to find it amidst the ruins.

Looking at the two clowns in front of him, Moon's expression became extremely complicated.

But after a moment, he still took the cup, accepted the wine jar handed to him by Xuanzi, and poured a cup for himself and Long Xiaoyao.