Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

"waste!"

A deep voice echoed within the abyss battlefield, and then the abyss cave turned an indescribable pale white. Cracks rapidly widened, and the pale color quickly spread, permeating the entire abyss battlefield.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and a group of elders looked at their opponents warily. Even Di Tian and Ling Di, who were fighting fiercely above, stopped.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

The Black Emperor and the other Abyss Lords bowed respectfully, their expressions incredibly sacred. Even the Spirit Emperor slightly lowered his head to show his respect.

"The Tree of Life of this plane dares to take root in this place? Does it think my Abyss Plane is an easy target?!"

The authoritative and deep voice held a hint of anger, yet also seemed to carry a touch of delight, "Very good. In your human terms, this is what they call 'finding something after searching high and low,' which saves me the trouble of looking for you..."

Life merely emitted an incomparably dazzling green light, and the rich life force invigorated all living beings on the Douluo Continent. However, the gloom that lingered in their hearts was not dispelled.

"A cornered beast will fight back; it's overestimating its own strength!"

The deep voice rang out again, the sky distorted, and all the living beings on the Douluo Continent seemed unable to breathe at this moment, feeling as if they were being rejected by the world.

All the plants that had grown so lushly under the light of the Tree of Life were reduced to dust. Fear spread to every corner of the battlefield. Even A Yin, the embodiment of the Tree of Life, was trembling with fear.

"Tree of Life, let me take you back to the abyss!"

Suddenly, a large, white, jade-like hand emerged from the abyss cave. It had seven fingers, and no veins or scales were visible on its arm. It was pale and bloodless, and a single glance instilled fear in anyone who looked at it.

The moment it appeared, the abyss cave crumbled inch by inch, the entire battlefield shook violently, and countless people were gripped by fear, even losing the ability to move.

"Hmph! This world is not for you to run wild."

A dazzling, holy light suddenly descended from the sky, as if breaking some shackles, and all living beings instantly regained their mobility.

As the divine light gradually faded, an old man with white hair and beard stood in front of the Tree of Life. He had six divine wings on his back, and the aura of light emanating from him seemed capable of purifying everything.

The pale, jade-like hand slightly withdrew, and the deep voice sounded again, "I never imagined that someone like you existed in this world. Who are you?"

"Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu."

This old man was none other than Qian Daoliu, the patriarch of the Qian family of the Angel Clan, the actual ruling family of the Spirit Hall. This man, who was once one of the three strongest people in the Douluo Continent, finally took the last step after years of hard training, breaking through his original shackles and reaching another realm.

Chapter 718 The Spirit Emperor's Thoughts

"There is another powerful figure here. Show yourselves!"

The voice of the Abyss Saint King rang out once again, and his hand pointed in another direction. Suddenly, white clouds churned in the western sky, and eight figures appeared on the clouds, looking down from above.

"Poseidon Island, guarded by the Seven Pillars, has met the Lord of the Abyss."

The graceful figure above the white clouds was shrouded in a bright red robe, with her long, silvery hair flowing down her back.

Poseidon Island's High Priestess, a powerful figure of the same era as Qian Daoliu, also took her final step after many years of hardship and setbacks.

She, Qian Daoliu, and Tang Chen were once the pinnacle of an era. The former two were able to reach the demigod realm, the pinnacle of humanity, thanks to the gifts of the gods. However, it was precisely because they received too much that they were trapped in shackles and found it difficult to break through. Of the three at that time, only Tang Chen had the best chance of breaking through to godhood.

However, many years later, Tang Chen had passed away, Poseidon's hair turned white overnight and she became heartbroken and silent, and Qian Daoliu had a chance to break through the shackles and reach another level after years of hard work. But Tang Chen, who was the most talented, fell on the road to godhood.

The Abyss Saint King's voice was filled with doubt, "It is truly beyond my expectations that there are two such powerful beings in this world. However, you do not possess the aura of the God Realm. Has something happened to the God Realm?"

Qian Daoliu glanced at Poseidon and nodded, then said, "The Holy Ruler need not worry about the state of the God Realm. You only need to know that with us here today, you are bound to return empty-handed."

"Hahaha... You two are too confident. I'm not like those good-for-nothings!"

The icy voice seemed to frost over the surrounding pale white area. The Abyss Saint King had paid a huge price and spared no effort to descend with a portion of his strength to deal with the Tree of Life. How could he possibly abandon his original plan because of the sudden appearance of a powerful figure?

"Don't even think about it."

Poseidon and Qian Daoliu attacked simultaneously, their platinum-gold angelic divine power and blue-gold sea god's vast ocean power spreading across the sky.

The Abyss Saint King is a plane lord, naturally an existence above the god level. However, these two have also crossed that boundary. Logically, the difference shouldn't be too great, but the result surprised many people.

Qian Daoliu and Poseidon were simultaneously repelled. The moment the three clashed, the entire space collapsed. The Abyss Saint King also seemed to be enduring something, as his seven white, jade-like fingers had now completely turned into nine colors.

As the ruler of a plane, he descended some of his power into another plane that had not yet been conquered, and naturally had to endure the fierce resistance from the entire plane.

“This Holy Lord is no ordinary plane lord, and the Abyss is no ordinary plane. If you know the importance of this, you should make the right choice.”

The Abyss Saint's voice was full of seduction. Although he had previously defeated Qian Daoliu and Poseidon with his formidable strength, these two were, after all, experts from another realm. Although he was stronger, he was not entirely confident that he could sweep across everything in other planes.

"You're really overthinking it."

Qian Daoliu and Poseidon attacked once again, their intense divine light striking the large, white, seven-fingered hand simultaneously.

The three divine lights clashed violently, causing the abyss passage to tremble, and the sky to change into three colors. This time, the seven-fingered hand was no longer as relaxed as before; it suddenly clenched its fist and clashed with the two.

A series of piercing screeching sounds rang out, and the Seven-Fingered Hand was forced back by the shockwave. Although Qian Daoliu and Poseidon were also flying backward, they were not seriously injured. The situation seemed quite clear.

"You are actually direct descendants of the gods. No wonder you were able to use the power of the gods even when the divine realm disappeared. But even if you break through to the divine realm, how can you transform without the help of the divine realm?"

The voice of the Abyss Saint King echoed in the sky, "I will return. You will not be so lucky every time. Next time, you will face me at my peak. I hope you will make the right choice."

The deep voice lacked anger, but possessed an unusual firmness. The middle finger of the seven-fingered hand bent and then suddenly snapped out, knocking back the two powerful figures before quickly retracting. The large hand opened, intending to take away the Abyss Lords, led by the Black Emperor.

"You think you can just run away? Don't you think it's a bit too late?"

A blood-red sword light suddenly flashed and struck the seven-fingered hand. A bloody mark immediately appeared on the palm of the seven-fingered hand. Several abyss lords who were originally held by the Abyss Saint King were instantly cut in half at the waist, while the Black Emperor, who only had half a body, was taken back.

"The Pope of the Spirit Hall? This woman is quite bold. She's not even a demigod yet, but she dares to attack the Holy Lord."

The Spirit Emperor in the sky looked towards the center of the crowd. Hu Liena, who had previously unleashed her sword light, was now panting heavily, clearly not in good condition.

You should worry about yourself!

Di Tian said coldly, and the golden-eyed black dragon king's true form's dragon claws glowed with golden light, preparing to take this opportunity to completely eliminate the abyss spirit dragon king.

"I have lost this battle today, and I will remember this day."

The abyss dragon king, which was over a hundred meters deep, was torn in two by the dragon god's claws, but the spirit emperor's spiritual body was not too badly injured. He looked at Di Tian and said coldly, "Di Tian, ​​no wonder you submit to humans. It turns out you have no choice but to be their dog!"

But with your personality, I don't believe you can really tolerate humans riding on your head. I think there's really no need for that between us..."

Before he could finish his trash talk, Di Tian impatiently swatted it away with his claw. What this guy said made some sense, but it didn't hit the mark at all. What Di Tian feared was never Qian Daoliu and Poseidon, but the true legend.

"It's over, it's finally over..."

The great battle finally came to an end, and everyone cheered. However, the higher-ups of the Douluo side knew that the war had only just begun. The next Abyss invasion might be led by the Abyss Saint King himself. That would be the real decisive battle!

……

While the Douluo Continent world was celebrating, the Abyss world suffered another collapse, with nearly one-tenth of its original essence being seized by the Douluo Continent world. Now, even if the Abyss Saint King wanted to stop, it would be impossible for him to do so.

The Abyss has evolved over many years to reach its current size, and it has finally reached a critical period for advancement and transformation. All the powerful beings in the Abyss want to improve.

Now that one-tenth of their original source has been taken away, the remaining ninety-plus layers of the abyss are extremely unstable. Even if they were to make a drastic sacrifice now, it would be useless. If they don't reclaim the lost original source, the abyss will eventually collapse.

"Summon all lords and emperors. When attacking the human plane, we must strike with a single, decisive blow. We must not give them any chance in the next attack."

The Abyss Saint King made up his mind, and many Abyss races also knew the importance of this matter. One by one, the lords and emperors issued strict orders to prepare for war, and a great war was about to break out.

"That damned Di Tian, ​​when we meet again, I'm definitely going to make him one of my collectibles..."

On the second level of the abyss, the Spirit Emperor was cursing Di Tian, ​​who had shattered his spiritual body, through gritted teeth. In his physical form, he was radiating blue light, looking like a strange beast carved from blue crystal.

"Emperor Lie, what brings you here?"

The large lizard, as blue as crystal, raised its head, and the Spirit Emperor's entire body emitted a dazzling blue light. A humanoid body with a face like a lake appeared in mid-air.

A figure descended from the sky, emanating a blue-purple aura. He wore blue-purple armor and his aura was slightly weaker than that of a Spirit Emperor, but still far stronger than that of an ordinary Abyss Lord.

The newcomer's face was obscured by his helmet; his features were blurred and dark, with only a pair of eyes gleaming with a flowing purple aura.

This is the Fierce Emperor of the third layer of the Abyss, one of the Three Saints of the Abyss who are on par with the Spirit Emperor. Of course, the gap between them and the Abyss Saint King is huge, but at least they have taken the last half step and reached another realm.

After looking Emperor Lie up and down, he smiled and said, "Second brother, I heard you suffered heavy losses this time, but you don't seem too sad!"

Ling Di Po said with some sadness, "Third brother, I have suffered heavy losses this time. My clan has a population of less than fifty, and now a third of them have been lost, including three kings. Of course, I am heartbroken."

"Hahaha, second brother, your performance was really ugly. I bet you were about to burst out laughing!"

Emperor Lie ruthlessly exposed Emperor Ling's true state, and Emperor Ling, seeing this, stopped pretending and continued to speak with a smile on his lips.

"Third brother, if you had that chance back then, I think you would have made the same choice as me. After all, none of us want to die!"

Emperor Ling coldly uttered these words: Although abyssal creatures can continuously regenerate using energy, not all abyssal creatures are willing to be reborn.

The lower-level abyssal creatures are indifferent; they possess no intelligence, only the instinct to fight, and are mere cannon fodder with no thought of resistance. But the higher the level of the abyssal creature, the greater its own integrity, and the more it cherishes itself.

Because once they understand the true mechanism of the Abyss's resurrection, once an Abyss creature dies, it will use its residual energy to create another being in the plane that is just like it, with similar strength, even a powerful being like the Spirit Emperor.

However, the resurrection of the top few emperors and lords in the abyss comes at a great cost and requires a very long time. But these are not the most crucial points. The most important point is that the 'it' after rebirth is reshaped by the energy of the abyss and cannot be entirely considered its original self.

Of course, from the perspective of the Abyss Saint King, it doesn't matter who his subordinates and servants are, but these high-level abyss creatures are unwilling to perish.

Emperor Ling could have saved several spirit dragons during his retreat, but he didn't. These powerful spirit dragons were also his competitors, and he would never let go of any opportunity to kill them. This was Emperor Ling's true intention.

Chapter 719 Hibernation and Conspiracy

Deep within the abyss, a somber atmosphere permeated the gray-white world, creating a suffocating ambiance that made all abyssal creatures struggle to breathe.

This state has lasted for three Abyss Days. Countless creatures in every layer of the Abyss plane are trembling, and their Abyss Lord is furious about what happened before.

The Abyss sacrificed so much for its last attack—a third of the Abyss Lords self-destructed to open a portal—yet it still failed. Despite paying such a heavy price, the Abyss's invasion of humanity has still failed this time.

They failed to destroy the Tree of Life, which could potentially threaten the source of the abyss, at the best possible time. Instead, several lords perished once again, and nearly one-tenth of the abyss's source was seized. This humiliation was unprecedented.

Not only was the Abyss Saint King angry, but many other Abyss Lords also felt a strong sense of crisis. The collapse of more than ten layers of the Abyss plane made them feel somewhat fearful.

They finally understood why the Holy King was so willing to go to such lengths to find and destroy the Tree of Life: that plane had threatened the very survival of the Abyss.

In the first layer of the Abyss, the Abyss Saint King's one-eyed figure reappeared, this time on a giant chair. His overwhelming aura, which had dominated the world for generations, was faintly visible, and the entire Abyss trembled violently under his pressure.

He is the Lord of the Abyss, both a guardian and a plane lord. For him, destroying any layer of the Abyss is as easy as lifting a finger.

The abyss has 108 layers, just like the 108 components of his body, with the deepest layer being the place where his origin lies.

Many Abyss Lords have gathered in the first layer of the Abyss world. Originally, there were 107 figures under his command, but now there are less than 90. Some of them have completely perished in the Douluo Continent plane, and some of them have self-destructed too much energy and have not recovered for a while.

The last time the Abyss Saint Lord intervened across realms, the price he paid was the energy generated by the sacrifice of ten Abyss Lords in order to temporarily open a spatial passage.

The Abyss Saint King is indeed incredibly powerful, but that's within the Abyss Plane. When he forcibly invades another plane as the ruler of that plane, he will face immense pressure from the entire plane. That's why he was ultimately defeated when facing Qian Daoliu and Poseidon.

All the Abyss Lords, including Emperor Ling and Emperor Lie, remained silent. The last war was definitely not a good thing for the Abyss. They paid such a heavy price, but not only did they fail to solve the problem, they were also ambushed by the enemy. They suffered a crushing defeat.

The Abyss Saint has remained silent here for three Abyss Days. After the arrival of many Abyss Lords, they could only stand there dumbfounded. No one dared to utter a sound at this time. While fearing to anger the Abyss Saint, another kind of fear was also rippling in their hearts.

Could it be that the plane that the Abyss originally saw as a piece of fat meat, and a stepping stone for the Abyss to become a god, would actually turn around and possess the power to destroy the Abyss? This is something they simply cannot accept, and are even less willing to accept.