I am the son of the Dragon God in Douluo Continent.

Above the Douling Empire, a crack is quietly expanding, like a gate leading straight to hell.

As the rift continued to widen, monsters lurking in the abyss emerged in droves, relentlessly attacking this once prosperous kingdom.

The once mighty Douling Empire is now reduced to ruined cities, with rubble and broken walls scattered across the land. Its former glory now appears incredibly fragile and insignificant.

In the sky, thick, dark clouds pressed down, making it hard to breathe, as if they were about to devour the entire empire.

An evil aura permeated the air, gradually eroding every corner, making even breathing difficult. Countless abyssal creatures roamed the land, their roars echoing endlessly like death horns, foreshadowing the end of the Douling Empire.

Blood stained every stone slab in the city streets, and broken buildings and collapsed walls bore witness to the battle. People fled in all directions, trying to escape these terrifying creatures, but no matter where they ran, they could not escape the fate of being hunted down and slaughtered.

Screams and cries mingled together, echoing through the ruins, creating an atmosphere of utter desolation. The streets, bustling with traffic and thriving just days before, were now a bloody battlefield.

All this disaster struck so suddenly, without any warning. Even the empire's top experts failed to sense anything amiss when the cracks first appeared. Everyone was caught off guard, allowing the abyss's erosion to spread like a tide, engulfing the entire Douling Empire.

Faced with such overwhelming power, all resistance was futile.

All of this was a conspiracy meticulously planned by the Holy Lord, the ruler of the abyss.

At the other end of the rift, Zhongli Wu knelt devoutly before the Holy King.

He was dressed in a long black robe, his face was cold and stern, and his eyes were filled with reverence and fear for the ruler of the abyss.

Zhongli Wu raised his hands high, as if praying for some mysterious blessing. His voice was deep and fervent: "Holy King, according to your plan, the destruction of the Douling Empire is inevitable. The rift has been fully opened, and the power of the abyss is spreading rapidly."

The sage king stood on a towering platform, looking down upon his servants. He was clad in silver-white armor, radiating a cold light, his cloak billowing in the wind like a symbol of death. His eyes, filled with a destructive desire, seemed to see through everything in the world.

"Zhongli Wu, well done." The Holy King's voice was as cold as ice and snow, carrying a hint of sarcasm. "But I'm curious, you're just a mortal, how did you manage to successfully open the abyss rift?"

Zhongli Wu immediately lowered his head, his tone filled with awe: "This is all thanks to the Holy Emperor's grace. This divine artifact possesses the power to tear through space, connecting us to the abyss. Although the artifact will shatter after use, it has already fulfilled its mission."

"The Holy Emperor?" The Holy Monarch frowned slightly, seemingly unconcerned about the name. "He was merely a mortal."

Zhongli Wu, however, appeared very excited and continued, "The Holy Emperor bestowed these divine artifacts upon us to assist in Your Excellency's great plan. His will will forever guide us forward."

However, Zhongli Wu was unaware that the Holy Emperor he worshipped, Tang Hao, had a much more ambitious purpose than that.

Tang Hao is hiding behind the Holy Spirit Cult, ostensibly using these evil soul master organizations to try to slow down the energy loss of Douluo Continent and thus maintain the balance of the continent.

His real motivation for doing this was to accumulate faith power for his son Tang San and help Tang San solidify his divine position.

The reason I gave this artifact to Zhongli Wu was primarily to help him and A Yin if they got into trouble. In that case, I would use the power of the abyss to help Xu Xingyu break through the net.

Zhongli Wu was unaware of all this; he was merely a pawn in Tang Hao's hands. The Holy Emperor, however, paid no heed to this.

In his eyes, both Tang Hao and Zhongli Wu were merely tools to be used, and the final victory would belong to the abyss.

"Very well, Zhongli Wu." The Holy King's lips curled slightly, revealing a cold smile. "You have completed your mission. Now you only need to await the destruction of this continent."

Upon hearing this, Zhongli Wu's eyes flashed with a cold light.

In his view, the future of Douluo Continent was already predetermined, and the Holy Spirit Cult's plan had only just begun. And in his understanding, with the invasion of the Abyss, the fate of the entire Douluo Continent would be altered.

Meanwhile, in the distant ruins, a solitary figure stood silently on the dilapidated city wall.

Xu Xingyu stared at the ravaged land before him, his heart filled with complex emotions. His Starlight Armor gleamed faintly under the overcast sky, and his longsword was ready to strike at any moment.

The situation in the Douling Empire is beyond saving.

Xu Jiujiu and the others who originally planned to fight against the Holy Spirit Empire with him were still dealing with the problems of other remnants and could not come.

Wang Dong'er and other warriors from the Heavenly Soul Empire were also unable to arrive to provide support in a short time due to the vast geographical distance.

Therefore, Xu Xingyu alone must face the crisis in these ruins.

"Such a sight..." he muttered to himself, a hint of barely perceptible anger in his eyes.

Although the Douling Empire is the weakest of the three great empires, it is still a part of Douluo Star.

The fact that this land has been completely destroyed in such a short time is simply unacceptable.

What angered Xu Xingyu even more was that he hadn't been able to foresee the possibility of this happening and had just watched it all unfold.

He looked up at the widening crack in the sky and vaguely sensed a powerful energy fluctuation coming from the other side of the crack.

"Holy Lord... I never expected you to make a move at this time!" Xu Xingyu's gaze gradually turned sharp.

Just then, a deep voice came from high above, carrying boundless pressure: "Do you think you alone can change the fate of this continent?"

A blurry figure slowly descended from the sky. His body seemed to merge with the abyss, carrying an aura of endless darkness and destruction. And he was none other than the Lord of the Abyss—the Holy King.

Xu Xingyu did not answer; his gaze was like lightning, fixed intently on the enemy before him. The Star Soul clone was already stirring within him, ready to unleash a deadly attack at any moment.

The Holy Emperor smiled slightly, as if he could see through Xu Xingyu's thoughts: "Where is Huo Yuhao?" he asked casually, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

"He's dead," Xu Xingyu replied coldly, but inwardly he was on high alert. He knew that the Holy Lord's mention of Huo Yuhao was not unfounded, but rather an attempt to test his reaction and thus assess his strength.

The Holy Lord nodded slightly, seemingly unsurprised by the answer. "What a pity. I originally planned to devour him to gain even greater power." He sighed softly, his tone filled with regret that Huo Yuhao had failed to play his role.

"However, I am now powerful enough." The Holy King's tone suddenly turned cold, a hint of arrogant laughter flashing in his eyes. "On this continent, no one can stand against me!"

Xu Xingyu sneered, her starlight shimmering, her figure like a nine-colored stream of light, instantly approaching the Holy Monarch.