Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 558 Simulating the Universe to Test

Faced with the choice between dying a dashing death in front of her crush and choosing to live, Wang Dong decisively chose to live. She still had attachments; she wanted to see her mother and her younger brother, whom she had never met, before she had truly experienced the distorted nature of her motherly love.

Mu Xing was in a dilemma, torn between rescuing Wang Dong and giving the people of the Northern Territory a half-day off. After all, removing the corruption of the Asura God's power required her to use her own essence. Back when she was taken in by Di Tian, ​​it took her hundreds of years to fully recover from her injuries, but that was still better than the silver dragon fish at the bottom of the lake.

"Let go." Mu Xing's voice sounded particularly cold in the northern wind. She looked down at Wang Dong's fingers, which were tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

Wang Dong's eyes suddenly dimmed. Tang San, suppressed by the Enforcement Gods with weapons, roared with a ferocious expression: "You think she will save you? My blood flows in your veins! She will only watch you die, or even..." His face twisted as he spoke, his original face and the appearance of the Demon Emperor flashing alternately. This body was originally formed by his soul forcibly occupying the Demon Emperor's corpse, but he himself was completely unaware of it.

He found Wang Dong utterly ridiculous for actually seeking help from his enemy. The God of Destruction had likely granted her power so that he could turn father and daughter against each other and reap the benefits.

Memories suddenly flooded back. He remembered Hu Liena, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall who had once been infatuated with him, and Qian Renxue, the proud young master of the Angelic Sect. Before her death, Bibi Dong pleaded with him to spare her daughter and student, and he reluctantly agreed, but found loopholes in his promise. He only promised not to act himself, but he didn't guarantee that others wouldn't. Qian Renxue, having lost her divine position and with her spirit incomplete, was unable to break through level ninety for the rest of her life, while Hu Liena remained at the Soul Saint realm until the fall of the Spirit Empire. Under these circumstances, their fates were already sealed.

Even so, Tang San adopted a compassionate stance, claiming he had done everything he could. After all, he had already shown extraordinary mercy by turning a blind eye to the two women's affections for him. He indicated that once everything was settled, it would be time for him to retire gracefully. Moreover, he had the excuse that "gods should not interfere excessively in mortal affairs."

However, at this moment, his situation was remarkably similar to when he was killed by the Rakshasa God. Tang San gripped the protruding demonic scythe blade in front of his chest tightly with both hands, his divine sense and remaining divine power frantically gathering in his palms, forcefully suppressing the Asura divine power on the demonic scythe, which originated from him, from erupting.

"You think you can kill me twice with the same move?" Divine blood spilled from Tang San's lips, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face. After all, he had borne the Asura God's position for decades, and his adaptation to the Asura God's power was quite good, allowing him to find a chance to catch his breath in this desperate situation.

Mu Xing's wrist snapped shut, and a purplish-black flame of destruction erupted from the blood-red scythe. The flames, like living things, burrowed into Tang San's body through the wound, frantically scorching his soul. The air was instantly filled with the scorching aura of burning divine power.

Just as Tang San was about to fully draw his Demon Scythe, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. Something was amiss; why was the Enforcer God, who was suppressing him, not reacting? And at that moment, a sudden change occurred!
The demonic scythe he was gripping suddenly trembled violently, and a blinding blood-red light burst forth from its blade.

"boom--!"

Amidst a deafening explosion, the demonic scythe split into nine giant scythes. A violent divine power exploded outwards from Tang San, who had no time to react. His hands were instantly shredded into bloody scum by the nine intersecting, rotating scythes.

"Ugh!"

Tang San let out a shrill scream as the divine armor on his arms shattered like paper, fragments mixed with divine blood scattering everywhere. Nine demonic scythes swirled and danced around him, each imbued with the flames of destruction and the power of the Asura God, tearing his already tattered body even further apart.

With a flick of his finger, Mu Xing caused the nine demonic scythes to emit a sharp hum, tracing deadly arcs through the air.

"You idiot!" Mu Xing sighed, his fingertips swirling with emerald green life energy. As he injected it into Wang Dong's body, he quickly constructed a temporary life support system, barely managing to resist the erosion of the Asura God's power.

"Let go of the other hand!"

Wang Dong then realized that he was still instinctively gripping the hilt of the sword stuck in his chest, afraid that Tang San would take it back.

"Wow, she's really resilient!" The God of Slaughter felt that his previous conclusion was a bit hasty. Given Wang Dong's incredible resilience, having her soul torn apart, her martial spirit destroyed, and her chest pierced by the Asura Sword, and considering that these Enforcement Gods didn't care about her life or death when they besieged Tang San, focusing on killing the innocent rather than letting the guilty go free, she still managed to hold on until the rescue arrived. She shouldn't be hastily categorized into the Destruction faction; she should belong to the Goddess of Life.

Before Wang Dong could recover from the excruciating pain, Mu Xing had already grabbed her wrist and ruthlessly pried open her fingers that were tightly gripping the sword hilt. The hand that covered her showed no hesitation and no tenderness whatsoever.

I told you to let go!

A spray of blood appeared as the blade was roughly pulled out. Wang Dong's vision blurred with pain, but she noticed that Mu Xing didn't even spare her a glance. She was intently examining the Shura Sword in her hand, her fingertips tracing the dark golden demonic patterns on the blade, her eyes gleaming with an almost obsessive light.

"finally……"

If it weren't for the presence of numerous law enforcement gods around, she probably would have already been cheering and jumping for joy while holding the blood-red giant sword that was over two meters long.

This is understandable, of course. Any law enforcement god, including the God of Slaughter, would react this way upon receiving the Asura Sword. After all, the first Asura God and the supreme artifact he left behind are of extraordinary significance to the law enforcement gods. It is not just a weapon, but also represents the most exalted authority of judgment in the divine realm, with a sense of "wherever our king's sword points, our hearts follow."

"Ahem." The God of Slaughter coughed lightly, unable to resist reminding him, "You know the rules, the Asura Sword must be brought back to the God Realm. We need to return to the God Realm to report back soon." His tone carried a hint of familiarity between fellow disciples, clearly indicating that the two had a long-standing friendship.

"To whom shall I report?" Mu Xing gently stroked the sword, flicking his fingertip across the blade, and the Shura Sword immediately emitted a clear and melodious sound.

The God of Slaughter exchanged a knowing glance with his colleagues. Who else could truly hold power in the divine realm besides the God of Destruction?
"Ten days later." Seeing that no colleagues objected, and that the God of Slaughter was no longer the inflexible law-enforcing god of the past, "I will come to collect it myself." This deadline seemed urgent, but according to the flow of time between the divine realm and the lower realm, it actually gave Mu Xing a full ten-year grace period.

"Wait." Just as the law enforcement gods were about to detain Tang San's other half of his soul back to the God Realm, Mu Xing finally spared a glance for Wang Dong, "Since we're going back to report, take her with us too."

The God of Slaughter raised an eyebrow in surprise, remaining silent.

"I'm only temporarily keeping her alive. To completely heal her, I'll need to expend my own life force. Even if I intervene, this fragile girl will need a longer recovery time than I did back then, and I have more important things to do right now." Mu Xing paused. "Please." The God of Slaughter silently reached out to help Wang Dong up, but just as he was about to touch her, the girl suddenly struggled to lift her head, tears welling in her eyes: "Don't you want me anymore? You won't abandon me, will you?"

“Here’s what we’ll do: you stay here, and after you die, I’ll give the people of the North a day off in your memory.” Mu Xing sighed; communicating with this simpleton was indeed difficult. “Or you can go back with them. My mother will heal you, and you can see your mother one last time. Choose.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong's eyes lit up, and her pale face suddenly radiated light. However, her next words almost made Mu Xing stab her again with the Shura Sword.

"That Mr. Electrolux said that if the black dragon dies, we'll only get half a day off!"

"Yes, that's right. If you insist on staying in the lower realm and die from your illness, after I unify the Douluo Continent, I will give everyone a day off on February 29th to commemorate you."

"Yay! But is today February 29th?" Wang Dong endured the pain, stubbornly blinking as he waited for an answer.

Even the heartless God of Law Enforcement, the God of Slaughter, Hypnos, couldn't bear to tell her that, according to the calendar of the Douluo Continent, February only has a twenty-ninth day approximately every four years.

“Go back. No one in the God Realm will blame you. You’ve done enough.” Mu Xing felt exhausted, but she still rubbed Wang Dong’s head. “You can still be a hero when you go back. There’s no need to stay in the mortal realm as a martyr.”

Wang Dong's eyelashes trembled violently, and tears were about to well up in her eyes when Mu Xing suddenly curled his finger and gave her a clean flick on the forehead.

With a crisp "thud," Wang Dong's tear-stained eyes widened instantly, then slowly lost focus. Her head lolled to one side, and she completely fainted.

Suddenly, in the eternally frigid depths of the far north, in a desolate land covered by a thick layer of ice, an anomaly quietly began to emerge. At first, it was merely a tiny, unnatural distortion within the ice, like a drop of ink spreading across a pure block of ice, occasionally flashing a faint, almost imperceptible, dark purple light. A biting wind howled past, whipping up a flurry of snowflakes that completely concealed this minute anomaly, as if a speck of dust from the universe had fallen onto an endless snowfield.

Just as the God of Slaughter was about to hand the unconscious Wang Dong over to another God of Law Enforcement, he noticed this subtle movement and suddenly turned around: "Did you hear that?"

Mu Xing gripped the hilt of the Asura Sword tightly. Almost simultaneously, a massive black shadow tore through space and descended beside her. Di Tian revealed his true form; his jet-black dragon scales gleamed with a metallic chill in the snowy light, and where his dragon claws pressed down, space condensed like ripples on water.

However, as time went by, this tiny anomaly did not disappear. Instead, under the continuous tearing of some unknown force, it began to expand slowly and steadily.

"Click——"

A very faint cracking sound rang out, and a thin crack silently appeared on the hard, millennia-old ice surface.

The interior of the crevice was neither the crystal-clear ice nor the deep brown of frozen soil, but a profound and unsettling darkness, its edges shimmering with unstable, pulsating, dark purple energy flows like veins. With each flicker of light, the crevice expanded outward, as if some creature were breathing beneath the ice.

A faint, indescribable scent began to mingle with the frigid air. The smell wasn't strong, but it instinctively made them uncomfortable, as if something from another world was seeping in and polluting this pristine ice field.

Even more bizarrely, the ice surface around the crevice was turning gray and murky at a visible speed, spreading out with spiderweb-like black lines. These lines, like living things, slowly crawled and branched, eroding the crystalline ice layer into a morbid and decaying texture.

When the spatial rift expanded to the width of a person, a piercing shriek suddenly rang out, and hundreds of bizarre bat-like creatures swarmed out of the rift.

With a deafening roar as the ice collapsed, a colossal claw ripped open the edge of the fissure. Dark green scales gleamed with a venomous sheen in the snow, and each grip of the five-meter-wide claw sent tremors through the air like an earthquake. It was a monster that blended the features of a dragon and a demon; its mountain-like body was supported by three thick limbs, its exceptionally developed torso complemented by long arms that reached to the ground. Four scarlet eyes were irregularly distributed on its dragon-like skull, and its tail, trailing behind it, was covered in barbs. Even more bizarrely, its entire body was shrouded in a visible dark purple mist, an energy system completely different from that of the Douluo Continent.

As soon as those hideous monsters burst out of the rift, the divine power of the Enforcers poured down like a tidal wave. Blinding divine light wove into a net across the icy plain, and the bat-like creatures let out shrill screams in the light, their bodies melting like wax figures, turning into wisps of black smoke and shrinking back into the spatial rift.

The enormous monster roared furiously, its five-meter-long claws tearing towards the nearest law enforcement god. However, before its attack could land, several golden chains shot out from the void, instantly piercing its dark green scales. It writhed in agony, its body beginning to disintegrate, ultimately turning into a stream of foul air, forcibly dragged back into the depths of the rift.

"What is this? The antimatter legion?" Mu Xing scratched his head, it didn't look like it.

“It’s an Abyss Plane. The God Realm has dealt with such beings before.” The God of Slaughter stared at the menacing spatial rift. “They feed on the origin of planes, like swarms of locusts in the universe, leaving devastation in their wake. While individual planes may not be top-tier in strength, their all-consuming nature makes them naturally repelled by the laws of the universe. Any God Realm that discovers them will immediately annihilate them. But the problem is, the Douluo Plane is protected by the barrier of the God Realm, and its coordinates are top secret. How did they pinpoint this location so precisely?”

So it's a global locust plague!

"Ask your superior!" Mu Xing sneered meaningfully.

“My current superior is your father,” the God of Slaughter coldly corrected.

As soon as he finished speaking, a hideous rift was suddenly torn open in the sky, and a torrent of purplish-black divine light poured down.

"Look, your dad's here!" the God of Slaughter said to Mu Xing in a serious tone.

(End of this chapter)