Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

The Snow Emperor trembled as she carefully put the hexagonal snowflake away and pressed it close to her chest.

Seven hundred thousand years. Seven hundred thousand years of cultivation, seven hundred thousand years of solitude, seven hundred thousand years of long-cherished wish, and today it has been fulfilled.

"Thank you, Tianxu."

Those few words contained 700,000 years of waiting, the relief of this moment finally arriving, and so much more that she didn't know how to express.

"Do you still consider me your husband?"

Kong Tianxu pinched Xue Di's nose. His warm fingers gently pulled her back from the near-dizzying shock.

Xue Di raised her head, and the two smiled at each other, their understanding unspoken.

Feeling someone's hands starting to wander again, she playfully slapped him.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Kong Tianxu reluctantly withdrew.

A streak of light suddenly appeared, and two figures disappeared side by side into the sky.

At this moment, within the spiritual sea of ​​the Snow Emperor, an Ice Emperor had lost its dream.

Chapter 360 Who are you calling an evil soul master?

Heavenly Soul Empire, Dragon City.

A vast expanse of white.

It was only early winter, but the temperature was already bone-chillingly cold. The cold wind was practically scraping against your bones, as if it wouldn't stop until it cut off a piece of flesh or even a life.

This is all thanks to the several heavy snowfalls this year, coupled with the relentless howling north winds blowing from the far north, which made the weather incredibly bad. The snow on the streets was trampled down and then froze again, only to be covered by fresh snow again, layer upon layer, forming gray-black icy paths.

With roads blocked and supplies scarce, many people in the city alone have already lost their ability to cook, not to mention the surrounding towns and villages that are even more severely affected by the snow disaster.

But this is the year with the fewest deaths in Longcheng in recent years.

Over the past year, the continent has become more peaceful than ever before. All the conflicts have disappeared, and as if overnight, the entire Douluo Continent has been immersed in a peaceful and prosperous era.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that a much larger undercurrent is hidden beneath the calm surface.

Of course, Longcheng's effective disaster relief and resettlement management is not due to this reason.

At the end of the long queue, a small, thin boy stood on tiptoe, ignoring his bare ankles exposed under his tattered clothes and his dirty neck, and strained to look at the not-so-impressive storefront at the end of the alley.

It seemed that just looking at the wooden plaque engraved with holy light runes hanging above the door and the several large pots with rising steam in front of the hall could dispel the pervasive chill around the body.

That was a branch of the Holy Spirit Church in Dragon City. Of course, for most ordinary people, "Holy Church" was a more familiar name.

At this moment, the white porridge was boiling in the pot. An old man in a white robe stood behind the pot, holding a long ladle, scooping the porridge into the bowls of the refugees who were lined up one by one. The aroma of rice wafted far and wide.

The old man's white robe was very clean, but the cuffs were already frayed. His face was thin with high cheekbones, but his eyes were as gentle as a spring warmed by the sun.

With each person who received the bowl of porridge, he would nod slightly, his lips moving, and he would join the refugees in a duet about God's blessing.

This explains why, despite the disaster in Longcheng, the number of casualties was not too high.

After completing its comprehensive education and cultivation within the Sun and Moon Kingdom, the Holy Spirit Cult, with its superior organizational capabilities, extended its reach to various parts of the continent.

They established branch churches in every border city, stationed missionaries, and provided disaster relief, porridge distribution, medical treatment, and orphan care.

Originally, the Three Kingdoms were hesitant to act against the Holy Spirit Sect, which had done many good deeds that promoted unity, such as disaster relief in Longcheng. In addition, the sect generously funded the local nobles. After careful consideration, the royal families of the Three Kingdoms turned a blind eye to this.

Finally, the line reached the boy's row.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the end of the long street.

A black horse, black armor, a black mask—the entire body shrouded in darkness—emerged from the street corner as the ruthless knight appeared, the blood-red sword-shaped emblem branded on his chest particularly striking.

The people in the group turned around, and then, as if burned by something, they all retreated to the sides.

As the official evil spirit master inspection organization of the Heavenly Soul Empire, the Evil Slaughter Knights have enough power to stop children from crying at night.

The man at the head of the group scanned the crowd, finally locking onto the small, thin boy. He tightened his grip on the wildebeest's reins and approached with steady, determined motion.

"found it."

The boy's face drained of all color in that instant. He instinctively took a step back, his heel hitting the step, and he collapsed to the ground. Behind him, a small, grayish-white skeleton uncontrollably appeared.

Two clusters of eerie green flames burned in the skull's eye sockets, and a translucent gray band of light connected the bones, swaying slightly in the cold wind.

Evil Martial Soul. Skull.

The crowd erupted in commotion. Screams, curses, and children's cries exploded in an instant.

The refugees who had been queuing for porridge just moments before now retreated like a tide, leaving the boy and the skeleton behind him all alone in that open space.

The boy sat on the ground, trembling all over, staring at the uncontrollable skeleton behind him with fear in his eyes—his parents had abandoned him because of this, and had handed him over to the Evil Knight in exchange for a bag of gold soul coins.

But that night, he hid in the woodshed and, through the cracks in the wooden planks, saw the man and woman who had given him life being stabbed through the throat with a sword.

The boy's fear and the evil aura of the evil spirit were like the best nourishment for the black warrior. The wildebeest beneath him reared up, and the leader suddenly drew a huge horse-slaying sword from the side of his horse. The blade made a sharp hum in the cold wind.

"kill!"

The well-armed knights responded in unison, their hooves pounding the frozen snow, a black torrent surging along the long street, crushing the boy shivering in the cold wind.

Although this group of Evil Knights was well-equipped, their actual soul power cultivation was not high, averaging only two or three rings, with the leader only at five rings. However, a soul master is a soul master; killing a skeleton soul master with at most one level of soul power didn't even require a single charge!

Once the horse's hooves trample over it, that small, thin figure will be crushed into the mud and snow like a fallen leaf.

In the boy's eyes, black iron hooves trampled the blue stone steps as they came, and the ferocious mask was like a roaring ghost, magnified to the extreme in his pupils, almost bursting his eye sockets, and about to completely crush his thin figure!

Just then, the pitch-black torrent of iron was suddenly torn apart by a dazzling light!

It was the old man in white robes. He had appeared in front of the boy without anyone noticing. His withered hand was raised high above his head, and a powerful stream of light bloomed around him. His pure white beard and hair danced wildly in the howling wind, like a prophet of enlightenment. The light built a wall in front of him, forcefully separating the impact of the evil knight!

The riders on horseback desperately pulled on the reins, but they still couldn't avoid the fate of being thrown off their horses. The black horse neighed in surprise amidst the stream of light, its front hooves raised high, and several riders with slightly lower cultivation levels were directly thrown off their backs and crashed heavily onto the frozen snow.

The fifth-ringed Evil Slaughter Knight Commander was also knocked off his horse by the powerful force of light.

He rolled awkwardly on the ground before getting to his feet, but didn't make any further moves. He knew his opponent was too strong to be defeated by force, so he shouted loudly:

"He's a demonic spirit master! Are you trying to obstruct the Imperial military's operations?!"

"No, he won't be like that for long."

The old man made a gesture, his voice still gentle.

Several cult members, also dressed in white robes, strode out from the hall and helped the boy and several other evil knights who were still groaning on the ground to their feet. In a brief exchange of words, several gold soul coin cards were handed into the thick armor, the numbers on the cards faintly visible, indicating a considerable sum.

The old man placed the wildebeest's reins along with the largest gold soul coin card into the leader's hand and whispered:

"Duke Altai has always been concerned about the well-being of the people of Dragon City, and the opening of a branch of the Holy Spirit Church here was also approved by the Duke. Why don't you go back and ask your husband if there was any misunderstanding about what happened today?"

The leader of the Slaughtering Knights hesitated for a moment.

Although the Slaughter Knights appear glamorous on the surface, they actually spend a lot of money on equipment maintenance, horse feed, and salaries... all of which cost money.

The funds allocated by the empire were far from enough; the amount on this card was enough for his men to live comfortably for several months.

Moreover, Duke Altai. A powerful, hereditary nobleman in the northern part of the Heavenly Soul Empire, wielding real power. The weight of this name is even greater than that of the Gold Soul Coin card.

Finally, he clenched his fist, and the Gold Soul Coin Card silently slid into the hidden pocket inside the armor.

"Wrong person, let's call it a day!"

"Who dares to protect the evil spirit master!"

A dark blue bolt of lightning struck straight in from the alley entrance.

Ice shards and gravel exploded in all directions, and a cold wind with a metallic, acidic feel swept across the entire street. A burly figure emerged from the lightning, his hair and beard standing on end, and the blue-black lightning around him danced like wild dragons and snakes, carving scorched grooves into the surrounding ground.

Yu Nanjue moved like lightning, his dragon claws tearing through the air as he slashed down at the boy who had just been helped up!

The white-robed elder reacted extremely quickly. He stepped forward, and in that instant, his withered body erupted with a power completely inconsistent with his appearance.

A phantom of an infant spirit, shrouded in soft holy light, appeared behind him. The holy light poured down and collided fiercely with the thunderous dragon claw in mid-air.

The holy light melted continuously under the tearing force of the lightning, yet it also regenerated at the same time. The momentum of the lightning dragon claw was abruptly halted.

But Yu Nanjue was, after all, a level 94 Title Douluo. After a few breaths of stalemate, the Holy Light Shield shattered with a crash. The white-robed elder groaned, staggered back three steps, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, yet he still managed to block the attack.

Eight spirit rings rose and spiraled from beneath the old man's feet. Two yellow, two purple, and four black. A Soul Douluo.

Yu Nanjue's pupils suddenly contracted. Not because of the other party's cultivation level, but because of the other party's martial spirit.

Light and warmth, gentleness and holiness—it seemed that all the qualities unrelated to evil spirit masters were gathered in that tiny infant phantom. But its outline, its form, were something Yu Nanjue would never forget for the rest of his life.

"Blood! Infant! Yin! Clan!"

A furious roar exploded from the depths of his throat. He would never forget this martial soul—the martial soul of the Blood Infant Douluo. His ancestors had died at the hands of the Blood Infant Douluo and his remnants.

Although the aura of the holy infant before him was completely different from that of the blood infant in his memory—one was light, the other evil—the appearance of their martial spirits bore a six or seven-tenths resemblance. The hatred etched into his bloodline overwhelmed all reason at this moment.

A murderous intent arose within him, and nine spirit rings spiraled upwards from beneath his feet.

The fifth black spirit ring shone brightly, and terrifying black lightning gathered on his right arm. The lightning leaped, compressed, and leaped again on the dragon claw phantom, each flash accompanied by a sharp bird cry.

"Sect Master Yu! There are still civilians here!" The leader of the Slaughter Knights finally realized what was happening and cried out in alarm.

Yin Baifa moved simultaneously. He didn't attack, but instead crushed a soul-guided device hidden in his sleeve. At the same time, he whispered behind him:

"Evacuate the crowd!"

A pale golden light emanated from him, enveloping the followers behind him, the poor people queuing for porridge, and the onlookers.

But Yu Nanjue ignored it all.

His seventh spirit ring shone, and in that instant, his body was completely engulfed by the blue-black lightning. His human form swelled and deformed in the lightning, transforming into a blue lightning tyrannosaurus dragon that was tens of feet long, and it came tearing at him with the force of thunder!

Just then, suddenly, a fiery red figure shot towards them from afar like a meteor chasing the moon. The speed it achieved in that instant left thousands of overlapping afterimages in the air.

"stop!"

A phoenix cried out.

The fiery wings, carrying terrifying heat, exploded with a roar, and the crimson-gold fire rain transformed into lifelike miniature fire phoenixes, bursting forth like meteors. The lightning bolt, powerful enough to pierce a small mountain, was actually blocked by these relentless fire phoenix meteors, unable to advance an inch.

The flames and lightning remained locked in a stalemate in the air for a moment before dissipating simultaneously.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex's charge faltered, and it retreated several steps. On its right arm, the dragon scales curled up, and in some places, the edges of the scales even showed signs of melting.

Opposite him, a fiery red figure flew backward, her fiery feathers flying everywhere. She looked disheveled, but the black lightning that seemed to cling to her bones fell down with the flames in that seemingly comical movement.

She was a young woman with exceptional looks and figure, appearing to be no more than twenty years old. She wore a fiery red outfit, and her long hair flew backward in the aftershocks of her soul power.