Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

"Ye Xishui!"

A thunderous roar exploded across the sky!

As if in response to this roar, countless soul-guided lights suddenly shone brightly among the strange rocks and vegetation of the Western Hills!

Soul power! Everywhere there was a viscous, almost tangible fluctuation of soul power! A massive barrier of soul power blotted out the sky, completely sealing off all escape routes for the Holy Spirit Cult members!

Kong Deming landed opposite more than twenty titled Douluo from the Holy Spirit Cult. From the four directions of east, west, south, and north, a thousand members of the Guardian Hands Soul Master Corps and several thousand ordinary Soul Master Corps surrounded the place, making it impossible to pass through!

"Level 9 - Equipped!" Old Su was excited; he had never fought such a rich battle in his life!

Twenty-three level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells and nearly one hundred level-eight fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells emitted a heart-palpitating wave of destruction, poised to be unleashed!

"Mom!" Zhongli Wu shouted in horror, no longer caring about his demeanor as the sect leader. If they didn't leave soon, a single volley of these fixed soul tools would be enough to annihilate them all!

"Space-based—Activate!" Ye Yulin's face was flushed with excitement; she hadn't expected a high-altitude soul tool to be able to do this!

Thousands of meters above the ground, a new type of reverse-inscription high-speed fixed-position soul guide device forged from Crimson Demon Gold appeared in the clouds.

What is this? The titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult all looked up, staring at the huge thing in confusion.

"Joint operation—ready!" Kong Deming shouted in a deep voice, his face expressionless.

Hundreds of blazing white soul energy rays converged and intertwined, undergoing a special transformation before being poured into the huge, bright silver gem on Kong Deming's chest! His gray armor suddenly erupted with dazzling light!

"Xishui!"

Long Xiaoyao could not remain calm either. He could use a level-nine fixed soul tool to hide in the sky, and he could also use those unfamiliar things to escape into space. However, the soul power fluctuations generated by Kong Deming were several times, even ten times, more than his total soul power!

Ye Xishui remained unmoved.

"Ye Xishui! Release this seal on Xishan! Otherwise, today will be the day your blood and soul are destroyed!"

Kong Deming shouted coldly, the bright silver gem on his chest shining brilliantly.

It's on the verge!

Ye Xishui finally made a move.

Kong Deming raised his hand warily.

But then she saw her blood-red skirt flutter lightly, like a blooming, eerie red flower, and in the void, facing the direction of the western mountains, she slowly... knelt down.

Dressed in formal attire, she seemed to await the arrival of a king.

Everyone stood there, stunned.

"Pop—"

With a soft sound, like a bubble bursting, a golden and silver halo appeared amidst the clouds shrouding the Sun and Moon Mountains, then vanished without a trace.

Kong Tianxu appeared in the air with Cain and Xu Tianzhen, a deep purple mark flashing briefly between his brows.

His gaze swept over Ye Xishui and Zhong Liwu, a hint of bloodlust flickering in his eyes.

Almost as if it were some kind of instinct deep in his soul, Zhongli Wu's legs went weak, and he knelt down in mid-air.

"Ye Xishui, the 31st leader of the Holy Spirit Cult and Death God Douluo, respectfully welcomes the Holy Emperor."

The remaining evil spirits looked at each other in dismay, and led by Feng Ling, they all knelt down, their shouts rising and falling.

Welcome!

"The Holy Emperor has arrived!"

Make the best use of resources.

Amidst this almost hymn-like chanting, the young man remained calm, silently reciting in his heart:

From this day forward,

The clouds in the high sky can no longer obscure my vision.

The swamp of the continent can no longer trap me.

I am the Lord of the Sun and Moon

I am—the Holy Spirit Emperor.

Chapter 91 Puppet Master Ye Xishui

What's happening here?

Xu Tianzhen looked at Kong Tianxu with a slightly bewildered expression, her eyes still a little red. She had cried when she met Kong Tianxu in Wenqing Valley earlier, and although her emotions had calmed down now, there was still a trace of moisture in her eyes.

Cain's actions were exactly the same as hers, except that a bloody light appeared between his palms as he clasped Kong Tianxu's. A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, which then turned into worry.

"Xu'er!"

Kong Deming had no other thoughts in mind. The moment Kong Tianxu appeared, his indifferent expression vanished instantly.

Dressed in full military uniform, he didn't even have time to put his level-nine melee soul tool, the Dark Moon Armor, into his storage soul tool before rushing to Kong Tianxu at full speed, letting the Dark Moon Armor, along with the silver gem he usually treasured, fall through the air.

After briefly checking on Kong Tianxu's condition and seeing that his breathing was stable, Kong Deming's eyes regained their sparkle.

"Grandpa, I'm fine," Kong Tianxu said with a smile.

"well."

Kong Deming said repeatedly, subtly wiping away the barely visible tears welling up in his eyes. He reached out somewhat awkwardly, as if wanting to hug him, but in the end he only gently stroked the two new strands of gold hair that had sprouted among Kong Tianxu's silky silver hair.

"Your hair is getting a bit long. Grandpa will cut it for you when we get home."

He then seemed to realize something, and his brows furrowed slightly:

"Xu'er, your..."

"Grandpa," Kong Tianxu interrupted him, glancing around.

We'll talk about it later.

Kong Deming nodded, recovering from the emotions of separation and death, and immediately transformed back into the shrewd and experienced Lord of Yuehua Palace.

In this situation... we need a young, inexperienced person to offer a way out.

Xu Tianzhen observed all of this, her gaze sweeping across the entire room. Sure enough, the bright yellow figure she had once trusted so implicitly did not appear.

A self-deprecating smile curved her lips as she leaned closer to Kong Tianxu, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, with no further gap between them.

"Xishui...?"

Long Xiaoyao called softly to Ye Xishui, who was still kneeling beside him. Looking around at the silent kneeling figures and his own abrupt standing there, this Dragon Emperor Douluo, who had traversed the continent, felt a rare sense of awkwardness and disorientation.

He had prepared himself to die alongside Ye Xishui, but he never expected things to develop in such a bizarre direction.

Jing Hongchen finally couldn't hold back any longer and arrived suddenly, piloting a level-nine flying soul tool, his tone urgent:

"Ye Xi... Senior,"

He hesitated for a moment, recalling the terrifying aura that seemed to tear his soul apart, and finally changed to a more gentle form of address:

"What exactly happened? And who else is involved? Tianxu?"

He then turned to Kong Tianxu and asked.

Kong Tianxu did not answer his question, but looked at Ye Xishui instead.

Before possessing the Holy Spirit Puppet Martial Soul, he was quite dismissive of what Zhong Liyuan called the most terrifying evil martial soul in history.

Soul control talent sounds powerful, but most evil soul masters actually possess soul-level abilities to some extent. Only Soul Devouring is somewhat interesting, as it can even turn rare divine attributes into its own.

Only after truly mastering this power did he realize that Zhongli Yuan's words were true. Ye Xishui, a genuine veteran Limit Douluo, now possessed soul power exceeding forty levels, completely under the control of this mere Soul King.

As long as mental fluctuations can be transmitted, the other party's thoughts and actions are all within one's control. Even if self-awareness is completely erased, one can still act autonomously according to past memories and one's own instructions, making one a perfect puppet.

The so-called innate demonic puppet is terrifying beyond belief.

With this power, coupled with Ye Xishui's control over the Holy Spirit Cult members and Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao, it can be said that he can directly mobilize all the power of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Of course, Long Xiaoyao's place needs to be kept well covered. If this top expert who is infatuated with Ye Xishui finds out that his woman has been turned into a toy by Kong Tianxu, then it would backfire.

However, he rummaged through some of Ye Xishui's memories in his mind and had already come up with a reason.

Kong Tianxu had a sudden thought.

Ye Xishui immediately understood. As she slowly rose, a gentle spiritual force quietly soothed the restlessness and doubts in Long Xiaoyao's heart. She turned to Kong Deming, her voice steady yet carrying an undeniable authority:

"Elder Kong, this matter concerns the very foundation of our sect's heritage, which is why I was unable to inform you beforehand. Tianxu has passed the sect's secret trials and is the Holy Spirit prophesied in our sect, the future Holy Emperor. Xiaoyao will personally instruct him in cultivation. I apologize for any offenses I may have caused, and I will certainly give you all a satisfactory explanation afterward."

Trials? Long Xiaoyao frowned almost imperceptibly. He had never heard of any trials before. He had considered teaching Kong Tianxu, though, as the Silver Dragon Martial Soul was the perfect candidate to inherit his unique skills.

But with so many people around, he couldn't very well ask, so he could only suppress his doubts for the time being.

The Holy Spirit Cult members were completely bewildered, but Ye Xishui's accumulated prestige was so great that even Zhongli Wu dared not say anything.

"As for Jing Hongchen, your grandson and his gang..."

Ye Xishui's scarlet eyes turned to Jing Hongchen, making his heart tighten.

Within the Sun and Moon Mountains, the thick fog that had always been impenetrable had thinned slightly—

The hexagonal golden halo shone brightly, and one after another, smaller gold and silver bicolor bubbles, slightly smaller than when Kong Tianxu appeared, emerged and burst.

Within the valley, figures appeared one after another.

Xiao Hongchen, Meng Hongchen, Ma Rulong, and other team members, as well as the dozens of horned horses that had previously pulled the royal carriage, all reappeared. Several pairs of castrated male horned horses were nuzzling against the mares beside them, seemingly having regained their masculine prowess.

Kong Tangyu puffed out his chest and puffed out his belly, his face beaming with joy. His soul power fluctuations, which hadn't improved for many years, had actually broken through to level ninety-two. However, when he saw his precious Dark Moon Armor, which had been carelessly placed, his face immediately fell.

Some people were clearly not in good condition, and Jing Hongchen immediately rushed over to his grandson and granddaughter. Zhong Gongfeng also stepped forward to treat them at Kong Deming's signal.

Zhong Liyuan was truly impressive; he managed to send them all back without missing a single one. Kong Tianxu was astonished, gaining a new understanding of the demigod's control over Qiankun Wenqing Valley.

"Farewell. I have come here only to pay my respects to the Holy Emperor. I will visit you again after the competition. Holy Emperor, I will take my leave now."

Ye Xishui bowed slightly.

Kong Tianxu nodded to her, and several more commands were sent out through the Soul Seal.

With such a useful tool, there's no need to wait any longer. Finding the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire might still be a bit difficult, but with the power of the Holy Spirit Sect, taking down the Myriad-Year-Old Ice Cave below the Earth Dragon Gate shouldn't be too hard.

Of course, necessary constraints are still required.

Chapter 92 Did you bring any money?