Douluo Continent: My Days in the Tang Sect

"Why."

"how come."

Huo Yuhao stared at the seemingly endless torrent of souls, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The overwhelming, seemingly sky-filling souls plunged Huo Yuhao into despair.

How many lives must have been lost to fill the sky visible to the naked eye?
All he could see were silent souls, but all Huo Yuhao could hear were the wails of those souls.

The necromancer's martial spirit allows him to directly hear the essence of souls, so much so that these silent souls actually let out deafening howls.

"Yu Hao! Yu Hao!"

"cheer up!"

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm noticed that Huo Yuhao's mental state was not right and quickly called out to him.

But Huo Yuhao's ears were already filled with the wails of souls that filled the sky.

How many years have passed, and these souls have been suppressed in that great hall?
"Young Master, wake up!"

Meng Chang, who had just struck a corrupted guardian of the sea god with a single slash, immediately transformed his broadsword into a drumstick and slammed it heavily onto his shield, producing a sharp, metallic clang.

Sun Jiu rushed directly to the High Priest of the Sea God, who had already transformed into a small black figure, like a ghost.

The dagger in his hand, like a venomous tongue, was aimed at the head of the high priest of the sea god.

A cold light flashed.

"Ding!"

The dagger, imbued with the power of a King Thorn-level expert and gleaming with a dark light, was frozen in mid-air!

"Varied"

Before Sun Jiu could react, a powerful mental force slammed him to the ground.

The exquisite floor tiles, which shimmered with a faint light and were made from hard, strange rocks from the sea, all cracked instantly.

Sun Jiu was pressed firmly to the ground by an invisible giant hand.

He struggled to lift his head, revealing only one eye as he stared at the scene before him.

Suddenly, two faces containing biological features appeared on the face of the high priest of the sea god, who was completely shrouded in black mist!

"Emperor Ling, do you also want to stretch your body?"

"I'm very curious about that prophet, so I'll just go myself. How much of my power can you, this pawn, withstand?"

"I have nurtured this chess piece for ten thousand years, using a vast amount of precious treasures, and it is enough to withstand eighty percent of your power!"

Where is this living creature at my feet?

"It was originally a gift for the Devouring Emperor. It was a huge creature that had been eroded and formed over hundreds of thousands of years. If the Devouring Emperor had eaten it, he might have been able to unleash 80% or even 90% of its power."

Sun Jiu memorized these words word by word, and then, at the cost of damaging his own body, forcibly pulled the gate of the dead.

The core foundation of the undead demiplane created by Electrolux lies in the top powerhouses who once followed him.

To prevent these top-tier trump cards from being lost, the Gate of the Dead locked their souls.

If necessary, they can be forcibly pulled back from the midst of battle, even at a certain cost.

"Huh? The prey has disappeared?!"

Behind Huo Yuhao, the illusory gate to the dead suddenly stared, and the gate opened wide.

Sun Jiu collapsed in a sorry state at the doorway.

"Young Master! Wake up!"

Tang Wutong was also startled by the sky full of souls. The "sky" made up of countless souls of living beings gave people an extremely strong sense of oppression.

The golden trident emitted a faint halo, enveloping Tang Wutong within it.

A cool sensation washed away the fear in her heart.

The phantom of the golden dragon enveloped her and gradually began to change.

Huo Yuhao suddenly felt a pain in his left hand, and the wailing in his ear was replaced by a loud knocking sound.

Looking down, a gleaming dagger was slowly hovering in front of him.

Meng Chang cleaved through the Sea God's guardian blocking his path with a single strike, forcibly returning to Huo Yuhao's side. "Young Master, the Undead Scourge fears no undead battlefield!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao was shocked.

The Gate of the Dead behind him slowly emitted a hazy glow and merged into Huo Yuhao's body.

"That's right, I am the successor personally chosen by my teacher, the successor of the Undead Scourge!"

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, bit his tongue, and gathered his strength.

The sea of ​​the spirit surges and churns, wave after wave.

A pale golden light gathered around him, and his will to rule the world made his heart unwavering.

"Young Master, there's something unusual happening inside the Gate of the Dead!"

The lich suddenly spoke up, raising his staff slightly.

Huo Yuhao turned around and saw a burly skeleton slowly walking towards the gate.

He was wearing tattered armor, with a large hole in his chest.

"senior!"

The former guardian warrior of the sea god, the Roaring Sea Douluo!

"Senior, could it be..."

Huo Yuhao raised his head and looked at the souls that filled the sky.

Among them, the souls of those who belonged to the sea god priests in life still wear priestly robes and hold a staff that is either luxurious or simple.

"That's right, the last wish of Senior Xiaohai Douluo: his wife and sister were captured by the Great Sea Secret Realm!"

A flame suddenly ignited in Huo Yuhao's heart—a flame of conviction.

"If you promise something, you have to keep it. A real man never backs down!"

Keeping one's word is Huo Yuhao's life motto.

Within Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, the great sun shone ever brighter, and his spiritual microcosm grew ever stronger.

Tang Wutong noticed Huo Yuhao's increasingly powerful aura. She wielded her golden trident, unleashing energy slashes that once again repelled the Transformation Emperors who were trying to attack her.

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm sensed the changes within Huo Yuhao's body and was overjoyed. It immediately mobilized its own spiritual power to help Huo Yuhao's spiritual power expand.

The High Priest of the Sea God—no, it should be Emperor Ling now—has made his appearance.

"Such a weak body, not enough to withstand thirty energy surges in my hands."

The High Priest of the Sea God's body was transformed by the black mist, writhing within it and gradually taking on the appearance of the Spirit Emperor.

Within the black mist, a blue flame flower bloomed.

Within the core of the Flame Flower, a humanoid phantom appeared.

The figure was dressed in a long blue robe, and its head was translucent, with blue soul fire flickering inside, resembling a brain.

Starlight swirled in his eyes, as if they contained stars, but in the next moment they turned into black holes, empty and desolate.

Emperor Ling tilted his head slightly, as if listening attentively.

Huo Yuhao's gaze moved downwards and he suddenly noticed that on the chest of the blue figure, there was a distorted and irregular face!
"Oh, Emperor Zhi, you still have a backup plan to give me?"

"Of course, these countless energy bodies are my arrangements over the past ten thousand years."

The conversation between Emperor Ling and Emperor Zhi was not kept secret from everyone present.

Huo Yuhao's expression changed, and he looked up at the sky full of souls.

"Gate of the Dead! Gate to Guide Souls!"

"Meng Chang! Stop it!"

Huo Yuhao roared, and the Gate of the Dead behind him opened completely, unleashing a powerful suction force.

Sun Jiu was injured and temporarily unable to fight, but Xiaohai Douluo was still there, with the flames of obsession still burning in his empty eye sockets!
"You dare!"

Emperor Hua roared, his body expanding once more, with fiery patterns spreading all over his body.

Amidst the deafening roar, the Emperor transformed into a molten titanium giant! (End of Chapter)