Douluo: Start by taking control of the Holy Spirit Church Saint

Chapter 571 The Power of Chaos
Huo Yuhao left without telling anyone other than his wife and Xie Huanyue. His spiritual clone was still sitting in Tiandou, supervising the development of the situation on the continent.

The moment he stepped into the Dragon Realm, he looked back at Douluo Continent again. His eyes swept across the towering towers of Mingdu, and the scenes of building a team in the academy and playing and joking with his female companions flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern; in the distance, the green of the Xingdou Great Forest was looming, which was the habitat of countless soul beasts, and the far north was the trial field where he had encountered many dangers and broke through himself; and there was also the prosperous and lively Tiandou City, with the smell of fireworks in the streets and alleys, carrying the ordinary and real life of the people of Douluo Continent. This continent is his root in this life and the source of his strength. Even though he is about to travel far away, that attachment is engraved in his heart like a brand.

The plane channel slowly closed, isolating the outside noise and wind and sand. Huo Yuhao walked quickly towards the rising dragon pillar. The cross section engraved with his life trajectory was shining with nine colors of light, and various complex patterns and thoughts were displayed on it.

The small plane slowly left the atmosphere, and at first it was like a clumsy fledgling bird flapping its wings to fly, shaking slightly.

But soon, as the gods of the God Realm joined forces to send out a divine power and rushed towards this small plane, it suddenly accelerated like a lightning that broke through the sky and rushed towards the sky. The edge of the space passed through the atmosphere, making a sharp whistling sound, and a long tail of light was dragged behind it, like a meteor across the sky, illuminating the sky of Douluo Continent.

On Douluo Continent, everyone looked up at the receding light, thinking that it was a good omen from the sea of ​​stars passing through this continent.

In the Dragon Valley, Huo Yuhao controlled the Rising Dragon Pillar, his eyes piercing through the layers of space, gazing at the vast starry sky ahead, and he couldn't help feeling a little excited.

The universe, this endless dark abyss, now in his eyes is a journey full of hope and challenges. The stars are twinkling, as if they are close at hand, yet out of reach. They are like gems inlaid in the black sky, emitting a mysterious and attractive light.

As Dragon Valley continued to accelerate, the outline of Douluo Continent gradually blurred, turning into a tiny point of light and eventually disappearing from sight.

From now on, he will face the vastness and unknown of the universe alone. In this boundless starry sky, there may be alien civilizations that are powerful beyond imagination, strange and unpredictable interstellar dangers, and countless mysteries waiting for him to solve.

But he had no fear in his heart. There were so many important people waiting for him in his second hometown, giving him endless courage.

With every breath, he could feel the fusion of his own energy with the energy of the universe, as if the starry sky was slowly accepting him as an intruder. He felt something in his heart, could that thing be the power of chaos?
Isn’t Yuan Huogua’s Eye of Eternity the evolution of the Eye of Destiny after absorbing the power of chaos?

He carried both of his divine weapons with him; the Rakshasa Scythe and the Angel Holy Sword were suspended in the air, emitting a powerful aura that made people's hearts flutter.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe was as dark as ink, like the embodiment of an endless abyss. On the sickle, the dark red magic patterns twisted as if they had life, emitting a strong evil aura. Each pattern seemed to be telling the resentment of the souls devoured by it. The sickle blade was extremely sharp, and when it trembled slightly, it cut through the air, making a creepy shriek, as if it was thirsty for more blood and killing.

In contrast, the Holy Sword of Angels is as white as snow, with a crystal clear blade and flowing with a sacred golden glow. A pair of angel wings are spread on the hilt, exuding a soft and majestic aura, as if it can dispel all darkness in the world and guard the purity and light between heaven and earth.

Huo Yuhao stared at the two artifacts, his eyes gleaming with anticipation for their transformation. He took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands, and soul power surged out from his palms like surging waves, guiding the cosmic energy to cover the two artifacts.

In the sky, the originally clear sky was instantly shrouded by the power of chaos, with rolling dark clouds, lightning and thunder. The purple-black chaotic lightning shuttled through the clouds like a dragon, violently striking the ground.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe was the first to change. The scythe body was wrapped in the power of chaos, and the magic patterns flashed wildly, as if it was fighting fiercely against this external force. The dark red light and the purple-black power of chaos entangled and devoured each other, and the scythe blade continued to twist and deform, making a painful buzzing sound.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth and increased his soul power output, trying to calm this restless power. With his efforts, the power of chaos gradually merged into the magic pattern, and the color of the magic pattern became deeper and deeper, revealing a hint of purple-gold light. The original pure evil aura became more profound and mysterious, as if it had transformed from a brutal killing machine to a master who controls life and death. At the same time, the Angel's Holy Sword was also in turmoil under the baptism of the power of chaos.

The divine light collided with the power of chaos, splashing a rain of light all over the sky. The golden lines on the sword were like burning flames, jumping and struggling, trying to resist the erosion of chaos.

Huo Yuhao did not dare to slack off at all, and distractedly guided part of his soul power to inject into the Angel Holy Sword to help it stabilize the sword.

Gradually, the power of chaos seeped into the sword body. The originally pure white color became a little hazy, as if covered by a layer of dreamy purple gauze. The angel wings on the hilt also slowly emitted a purple-gold light. The edges of the wings seemed to be burned by flames, becoming sharper. Each feather seemed to contain the power to destroy the world. The sacred aura increased instead of decreasing, and there was an additional majesty that looked down on all living beings.

As the power of chaos continued to pour in, the two artifacts trembled more and more violently. Huo Yuhao's forehead was covered with sweat and his clothes were already soaked with sweat, but his eyes became more and more determined.

At this critical moment, countless battle scenes from the past suddenly flashed through his mind, including the passion of fighting side by side with his companions, the indomitable spirit in the face of powerful enemies, and the determination to protect the ones he loved...

These memories turned into an invisible force, supporting him to move forward.

Suddenly, a deafening roar exploded in the Dragon Valley. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the Angel Holy Sword simultaneously burst into dazzling light, which shot straight into the sky and actually tore a hole in the chaotic dark clouds.

The two artifacts began to slowly merge, the sickle and the sword body intertwined with each other, the magic patterns and the sacred patterns intertwined together, forming a new, incomparably complex rune array, exuding a suffocatingly powerful aura.

During the fusion process, the space around the artifact began to twist and collapse, forming tiny black holes, which were instantly filled with violent energy. Huo Yuhao hurriedly stepped back and laid down a soul shield to prevent himself from being drawn into this dangerous energy vortex.

At this moment, the shock in his eyes was beyond words. The evolution of this artifact far exceeded his imagination and had reached a level that was enough to subvert his cognition. As the light gradually converged, a brand new super artifact appeared in the air.

Its shape is between a sickle and a sword, with the sharpness and domineering of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the sacredness and majesty of the Angel Holy Sword. The main body of the sickle is purple-gold, flowing with a mysterious luster, as if it contains all the mysteries of the universe.

The blade flashed with a cold light. One side was curved like a sickle, extremely sharp and could easily tear through space. The other side was straight like a holy sword. Ancient runes were engraved on the blade, emitting a sacred pressure that could purify all evil.

At the handle, a pair of wings that combined the features of angel wings and demon wings stretched out. Half of the feathers on the wings were as white as snow, and the other half were as dark as night. When they trembled gently, the energy fluctuations emitted could cause ripples in the surrounding space.

Although this new super artifact has not yet stabilized, Huo Yuhao is already quite satisfied with it. There is still a long distance from Douluo to the Longma Galaxy, and this distance is enough for this super artifact to complete its final transformation.

The Dragon God Spear is used by Gu Yuena. The protagonist should have his own super artifact by now. The fusion of sickle and sword must be put on the agenda. Please look forward to it next.

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(End of this chapter)