Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

Ling Bai looked down at Tang Si and Tang Wu, who were huffing and puffing as they made soul tools—or more accurately, a disguised version of Huo Yuhao, who was like a vegetable.

The Tang Sect relied on soul tools for its revival, and the production of soul tools required a large amount of rare metals, so they set their sights on the Mingdu Soul Tool Elite Competition.

Each round of the Soul Master Competition brings a generous reward of rare metals, and winning the championship representing the Xishui Alliance brings an even greater fortune. With such incentives, it is understandable that the two chose to take the risk.

Huo Yuhao and Cai Tou had undergone Shrek Academy's extreme individual training in soul guidance, so they had some martial arts skills and excellent disguise abilities. Even Nangong Wan, the Evil Douluo, couldn't find any clues about them.

Ling Bai did not hold Nangong Wan in any contempt, because his expectations of Nangong Wan were very low; the other timeline was far more absurd.

Huo Yuhao absorbed too much of the Frosty Ice Spring, leaving him with only his right hand that could move. He managed to run back and forth between the Soul Master Competition and the Soul Guidance Competition while sitting in a wheelchair, and he even displayed his external soul bone, the Dark Gold Terror Claw, on both occasions.

Ling Bai had no hope that Xi Shui Alliance's intelligence or Nangong Wan's intelligence could be concealed. They were just a bunch of idiots who did nothing but eat and drink.

"Brother Death Prison, it looks like Tang Wu is going to make a bet with Third Brother's apprentice."

Nangong Wan said with great interest, Huo Yuhao and Soul Master No. 98 walked towards the notary office together. The former's bet was the level-nine Soul Tool Red Dust Blessing, while the latter's bet was the Dark Azure Dragon, ranked fifty-ninth on the list of engraving knives.

"Brother Nangong, who do you think will win?"

"Both disciples were personally trained by the third brother. Although their talent as evil soul masters is not high, their talent as soul masters is extraordinary. A level six soul master in his twenties is more than enough to enter the Mingde Hall. Tang Wu's cultivation is only at the Soul King level, so he is definitely no match for the third brother's disciples."

Nangong Wan paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Ling Bai seemed interested in Huo Yuhao. He awkwardly laughed and tried to cover it up: "I don't know anything about soul tools, we were just chatting. Tang Wu is someone you value, so he should have some hidden skills."

Ling Bai smiled without saying a word. Whether Huo Yuhao could defeat the disciple of the Nether Thunder Douluo was irrelevant to him. He only cared about how much of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm's essence he could steal next.

The six-winged angel is only missing its first and second soul rings to achieve the full 100,000-year achievement.

On the Soul Guidance Competition stage, the two finished making their Soul Guidance Devices and began their battle, exchanging blows and attacks. In the end, Huo Yuhao's skills were superior, and he defeated Soul Guidance Master No. 98, winning the bet, the Dark Azure Dragon List Carving Knife.

Soul Master No. 98 collapsed to his knees in disbelief, never imagining that he would lose to a Level 5 Soul Master.

Just then, the dome of the No. 1 suspended VIP room was lifted, and a handsome old man with white hair walked out of the air with a kind smile on his face, making it very easy to make a good impression on first meeting.

"Second Uncle! Second Uncle, save me!"

Number Ninety-Eight, as if grasping at a straw, threw himself at Nangong Wan's feet, pointing at Huo Yuhao and weeping uncontrollably:

"He tricked the Dark Azure Dragon out of his life using despicable means; my teacher will never forgive me!"

Nangong Wan glanced discreetly at the many spectators of the Soul Guidance Competition, kicked number 98 aside, and laughed loudly:

"What are you waiting for? Quickly place your bet with this young friend! Our Xishui Alliance has always upheld integrity and would never betray our word!"

"Yes, Alliance Leader!"

With the leader of the Xi Shui Alliance speaking, the notary judge dared not neglect his duty and came before Huo Yuhao to return the Red Dust Protection and the Dark Azure Dragon.

"Tang Wu, number 66; Tang Si, number 88; and Huang Zheng, number 96, you three will represent the Xishui Alliance in the Soul Guidance Competition finals."

With so many people around, Nangong Wan, mindful of Xishui Alliance's reputation, couldn't maliciously target Huo Yuhao. Instead, he pretended to be pleased and congratulated the three of them.

A black figure silently floated down and stood beside Nangong Wan with his hands behind his back. The moment He Caitou saw his face clearly, his heart tightened, and Huo Yuhao's enthusiasm instantly cooled down. The excitement of getting a Dark Azure Dragon sword vanished in an instant.

Death Prison Douluo!

With a heaving throat, Huo Yuhao swallowed hard. The name Xi Shui Meng (夕水盟) was the same as Ye Xi Shui's, so he guessed that it might be a subordinate force of the Holy Spirit Cult.

He chose to use the Xishui Alliance as the entry point for the Soul Guidance Competition in order to take the opportunity to investigate the Holy Spirit Cult's secrets. In his opinion, an underground force would not be valued by the Holy Spirit Cult. Who would have thought that the Holy Spirit Cult's Vice Leader, Death Prison Douluo, would come in person!

"Tang Wu is a promising talent with a bright future."

Ling Bai spoke softly.

The Death Prison Douluo attaches great importance to Tang Wu!

Everyone present was filled with excitement. He Caitou was worried for Huo Yuhao. Being valued by a super evil Douluo was a double-edged sword. Once he gained the trust of the Holy Spirit Cult, he would be planting a thorn in the side of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Huang Zheng looked at Huo Yuhao with eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred. With two Limit Douluos and the sect leader Zhongli Wu away, the Holy Spirit Sect was now practically ruled by the vice sect leader, Death Prison Douluo, and countless evil soul masters dreamed of currying favor with him. In the end, an outsider got the first taste of success!

Feeling the various gazes around him, Huo Yuhao felt like crying. He simply didn't believe that the Death Prison Douluo valued him; he was clearly being targeted!

Hehe, I recognize you!

Hurry up and offer sacrifices!

For the next fifteen minutes, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm trembled in the Sea of ​​Spirit, while Huo Yuhao was in a state of utter confusion, completely unaware of how he left the Qingse Hotel.

Taking a deep breath of the cold night air, Huo Yuhao tried his best to remain calm and forced a smile, saying:

"Second Brother, you go back to the hotel first. I want to take a walk by myself."

"Okay, be careful."

He Caitou seemed still immersed in the fear of facing the Death Prison Douluo. After giving a reminder, he turned and left without suspecting anything.

Huo Yuhao stood there watching He Caitou disappear, his fists clenching unconsciously, the veins on the back of his hands bulging like small snakes.

He knew that the guy was definitely lurking in the shadows, and he couldn't escape that nightmarish demon, so he decided to ensure his second senior brother's safety and stay behind to face it alone.

"Quite sensible, Tang Wu, oh no, I mean Huo Yuhao from Shrek Academy."

The sinister figure of the Death Prison Douluo emerged from the shadows, his gaze fixed intently on Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao X

Walking 500,000

A faint smell of blood filled the air. Huo Yuhao's fingernails dug into his flesh, and only the pain could prevent him from revealing any weakness in front of the Death Prison Douluo.

Seeing this, Ling Bai smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, we are actually very destined to be together."

We first met in the far north, then again in Xingluo City, then at Mingde Hall, then on the way from Maple Leaf City to Shrek, and finally at the Xishui Alliance Inn.

The first three times I met you, you were very generous and gave me small gifts. I hope this time will be no exception.

"Two...two hundred thousand years?"

Huo Yuhao's lips trembled, like a timid wife who was about to be humiliated but still gritted her teeth.

"No, no, no."

Ling Bai stretched out a hand, his five slender fingers spread out, then instantly clenched it, his face clearly displaying greed.

"I want them all!"

The entire origin of the Heavenly Dream, spanning five hundred thousand years, is captured in one fell swoop!

The first two soul rings for advancing to a six-winged angel in 200,000 years, and the seventh soul ring for the Snow Empress in 300,000 years!

With the Snow Emperor's Soul Ring of 700,000 years superimposed with the Heavenly Dream Origin of 300,000 years, he soared to the top and became the true form of an angel of a million years!

"No!"

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm screamed as it solidified into a spiritual form: "This is my last source of essence. I'll give it all to you, and then I'll have nothing left!"

Ling Bai snapped his fingers, and the gate to the underworld, filled with the aura of death, rose fiercely. The Death Prison Bone Dragon stepped out from it step by step, its dragon might overwhelming, and instantly locked onto a person and a silkworm.

"Even if you have nothing, at least you can survive."

"When a person dies, everything is gone. You've lived for millions of years, calling yourself the King of Soul Beasts; you should understand this principle."

"Two hundred thousand years, and you'll let us go."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm insisted that it wanted to leave a spark for Huo Yuhao.

"Five hundred thousand years. Give it, and you live." Ling Bai's tone was cold and brooked no argument. "Don't give it, and you die!"

As if telepathically connected with Ling Bai, the Death Prison Bone Dragon opened its blood-red maw, its knife-like fangs gleaming with a cold light, and its massive body slowly approached Huo Yuhao.

Under the dragon's might, Huo Yuhao's expression turned painful and his body swayed. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm shouted sharply:

"Death Prison Douluo, aren't you afraid I'll self-destruct? My 500,000 years of spiritual essence is enough to drag you to the Yellow Springs with me!"

"You are welcome to try." Ling Bai said indifferently, "I let you go before because I was wary of your million-year-old spiritual essence."

Today, I truly refuse to believe that a mere 500,000-year-old origin can do anything to me!

The Six-Winged Angel's spiritual power ranks among the top of all martial souls in Douluo Continent, but it is not as good as martial souls specializing in spiritual attributes.

Ling Bai has been continuously improving his mental strength over the years. After absorbing the Dew of Longing for Autumn Water, his mental strength broke through to the level of Title Douluo, or even Super Douluo.

Moreover, Ling Bai wears the level nine mental defense soul tool, Thousand Charm Demon Face, whose core is the head soul bone of a 100,000-year-old Thousand Charm Demon Fox, and comes with the skill Mental Wall, which can resist mental attacks.

Not to mention the Dragon King's Crown containing the Dragon's Will, with two Dragon Kings guarding the Sea of ​​Spirit. A half-crippled Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm can't make much of a splash. Therefore, Ling Bai no longer held back and revealed his cold fangs to his prey.

"You...I..."

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm Spirit Body was dumbfounded. Today it could cut off 100,000 years, tomorrow 200,000 years, and get a night's rest. However, its original power was limited, while the Death Prison Douluo's desires were limitless, even to the point of overthrowing the world.

Seeing the Death Prison Douluo who had shed his disguise, Huo Yuhao's face turned ashen. Perhaps he should just stay obediently in Shrek Academy and not take a single step out.

"Remember to self-destruct thoroughly, or I'll catch you two half-dead souls."

The Holy Spirit Cult has countless methods to torment the soul. I swear in the name of the Death Prison Douluo, you will all experience them one by one! You will suffer the torture of soul refining every day!

Ling Bai pressed his advantage, adding a little something extra. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm trembled, as if it foresaw the tragic scene of its soul being captured by Ling Bai to light its soul lamp while it still had a breath of life left. Its death-defying spirit immediately subsided, and its eyes flickered as it said:

"Death Prison Douluo, we need peace of mind. What if you turn your back on us after we give you 500,000 years of primordial power?"

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn; in the end, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm compromised.

As the saying goes, the older you get, the more afraid you become of death. The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm has lived for millions of years and yearns for eternal life.

Back when a group of ferocious beasts surrounded and frantically sucked at Tianmeng Ice Silkworm in the Star Dou Great Forest, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm didn't self-destruct. It can be said that as long as there is hope of survival, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm will not perish together with its prey.

It still dreams of making a name for itself with Huo Yuhao, hoping that one day it will be blessed by the gods and return to the far north to proudly invite the Ice Emperor to accompany it!

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's silkworm face displayed a human-like pleading expression, and Huo Yuhao blinked as he looked at Ling Bai.

"If you want peace of mind... then you can gamble on my character."

Your character?

The man and the silkworm froze instantly.

What kind of talk is that?

Evil spirit masters... what kind of character do they have!

Of course, one's true feelings are not something to be shared with outsiders, so Tianmeng Bingcan flattered:

"Lord Death Prison possesses extraordinary talent. With my million-year-old essence, he will surely achieve godhood and immortality in the future!"

"If you can speak, then speak more."

"Uh..." Tianmeng Ice Silkworm Fly rubbed his hands. "Yuhao and I are just two nobodys. We were just teasing you. Please forgive us."

How about this? I'll give you my 500,000-year-old source power, but I'll place a spiritual imprint on it. If you don't remove this imprint and try to absorb it by force, my source power will explode.

We returned to the Mingyue Hotel, and then I dispersed the mental imprint…”

"Still don't believe me?" Ling Bai raised an eyebrow.

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm shook her head frantically: "No, no, no, it's just for protection... protection..."

"If you do as you say, you know the consequences of playing mind games."

This is the bottom line for the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm. Continuing to pressure it might really provoke its desperate mentality. Obtaining the 500,000-year-old origin is the priority. With the remaining strength of the two of them, they no longer pose a threat to Ling Bai.

"Sigh! Sigh!"

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm's response was just like the obsequious greeting of a palace eunuch, and the five golden rings on its body detached and flew towards Ling Bai.

"Um?"

Ling Bai and Huo Yuhao were both startled at the same time. As the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm lost all its essence, Huo Yuhao felt as if something mysterious had been drawn away from his body. He desperately reached out to try to hold onto it. On the other hand, Ling Bai keenly sensed that he had gained something.

It is invisible and intangible, yet it truly exists.

With lingering reluctance, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm took one last look at the power of origin, then urged the dazed Huo Yuhao to run away quickly. A few minutes later, the spiritual imprint on the golden ring dissipated.

Ling Bai asked Electrolux to check it several times to make sure everything was safe before putting it into his spiritual sea. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm also dared not tamper with it.

"It feels familiar, like I've touched it before..."

Ling Bai squinted as he recalled, and a person gradually came to mind.

In the sky villa of Mingyue Hotel, Ling Qiuxi sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly meditating and cultivating. Suddenly, she opened her golden eyes, and with a wild aura like a ferocious beast, she rose up and punched the black shadow in front of her.

"it's me."

Ling Bai caught Ling Qiuxi's fist with one hand. With a difference of twenty levels in soul power, even a violent golden dragon could not struggle.

"Crazy, standing in front of someone's bed at night." Ling Qiuxi withdrew her dragon fist, speechless.

There's something that only you can answer for me.

"Oh, what is it?"

Ling Qiuxi looked over curiously; Ling Bai had piqued her interest.

Ling Bai took Ling Qiuxi's warm hand and infused her with the sacred soul power of the six-winged angel, which circulated throughout her body.

"Can you feel it?" Ling Bai asked softly.

"You, you, you!!!"

Ling Qiuxi said "you" three times in a row, her expression becoming extremely interesting, showing shock, excitement, and a complex mix that was hard to describe.

"The power of destiny..."

How come you share the same fate as me? You weren't like that before!

(End of this chapter)