Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

The devastating shockwave struck An Zhen and Ma Hongjun, who were locked in combat, first.

In An Zhen's hand, the golden trident of the sea god suddenly emitted a sacred and gentle golden halo. The super artifact with intelligence sensed the danger and automatically protected its master, cutting through the towering waves like a straight blade.

However, Ma Hongjun on the other side was not so lucky. In order to unleash the power of this Asura Demon Sword, the previous fierce collision had already consumed a lot of his strength. At this moment, his hand holding the hilt was trembling. He raised the blood-red blade and easily cut through the air waves with the sharp blade he swung. But what followed was a series of terrifying air waves, one after another, like waves upon waves.

Just then, a clear, melodious female voice, like that of a nightingale, rang out.

"The Nine Treasures transform into crystal, and the Nine Treasures have names. The eighth is: The Nine Treasures Divine Light Protects the Body. The ninth is: The Nine Treasures Invincible Divine Light."

Two beams of nine-colored divine light flew out and entered Ma Hongjun's body, enveloping his body in a layer of nine-colored light. Despite being battered by wave after wave of air, the divine light flickered but remained steadfast.

"Fatty." Ning Rongrong ran to Ma Hongjun's side with a worried expression.

"I'm fine." With the tip of the demonic sword pointing downwards, Ma Hongjun forced himself to stand up straight, his eyes fixed on An Zhen, who seemed completely unharmed.

Unexpectedly, he didn't gain the upper hand at all in the collision just now.

"Again?" An Zhen's eyes flashed with eager anticipation.

In terms of quality, the Asura Demon Sword surpasses the Trident of the Sea God. It's important to remember that back when the Dragon God Realm still existed, the Asura Demon Sword was already a super artifact, and it even personally split the Dragon God in two. Even with the Dragon God's assistance, this demonstrates the immense power of this super artifact.

But combat is not just about the quality of weapons.

Moreover, An Zhen and Ma Hongjun are not currently first-level gods or god-kings, and therefore cannot unleash the full power of these two super artifacts. However, the Trident of Poseidon possesses sentience and, with the opponent's active cooperation, while it doesn't display the same god-level power as when it moves independently, it would be much easier for An Zhen to control. Under such circumstances, how could the Asura Demon Sword in Ma Hongjun's hands possibly suppress the Trident of Poseidon in An Zhen's hands?

The mindless Asura Demon Sword made no attempt to restrain its power, its killing intent rampaging through Ma Hongjun's body, severely injuring most of his meridians. However, the Trident of the Sea God actively used its power to nourish An Zhen's body.

"Phew~" Ma Hongjun gasped for breath.

Things are not going well.

Feeling the current state of my own life.

His meridians were damaged by the killing intent, and his soul power was already eighty or ninety percent depleted. He was currently completely incapable of fighting. If Xiao Ao were here, he could use his sausages to help him recover, but now…

Ma Hongjun began to consider resigning.

“Wait a minute,” Ma Hongjun said, his tone carrying a hint of warning and threat. He pointed to the dark and cold cosmic starry sky that had appeared in the shattered sky above, “If the fighting continues, this demiplane will definitely shatter. I can directly enter the Divine Test Space, but you will have a greater chance of being swept into the universe by the spatial storm when the plane shatters.”

This demiplane is located precisely between the Douluo plane and the cosmic starry sky, and is very close to the cosmic starry sky.

He added, "Don't even think about threatening me with Xiao Ao and Xiao Wu. If Rongrong and I get into trouble, their chances of being rescued will be even smaller. I know that very well. Today, we're even. How about we both go our separate ways?"

This sentence was also said to Ning Rongrong, who was standing next to him.

"Don't be impulsive." Ma Hongjun grabbed Ning Rongrong's wrist and advised her telepathically, "Auntie and Uncle may have already been killed. If something happens to us, Third Brother will be unable to descend to the mortal realm because he is fighting against the two great gods of destruction and life. Xiao Ao and the others will really have no chance of being saved."

"I know." Ning Rongrong bit her cherry lips so hard they almost bled. She was no longer the little devil from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School; she knew the gravity of the situation. Given Fatty's personality, he wouldn't have said such a thing unless he was truly at his wit's end.

"Aren't you going to play anymore?" An Zhen looked at Ma Hongjun with some disappointment, who seemed ready to fight to the death if An Zhen shook her head.

Why are you being so serious?

A playful glint suddenly appeared in An Zhen's eyes; he had just come up with an interesting idea.

Martial Soul True Form, the world descends!
A sliver of milky white light appeared in An Zhen's eyes, like the first ray of light at the beginning of the world. In an instant, before anyone could react, the milky white light, centered on An Zhen, enveloped the surroundings, as if transforming into a barrier. Everyone felt a sudden, immense spatial upheaval, as if they had entered another world.

"This is..." An alarm bell rang in Ma Hongjun's mind, and an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, he summoned the Asura God's Divine Test Mark and planned to enter the inheritance space.

Just then, a clear and melodious voice, one that had appeared countless times in Ma Hongjun's dreams and haunted his soul, rang out.

"Hey fatso, long time no see~"

In an instant, Ma Hongjun's mind went blank. His body, which had stood straight even after a fierce battle while wielding the super artifact, suddenly trembled. His lips were dry as he uttered two words, "Xiangxiang..." Ma Hongjun turned around, and Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in disbelief. A woman who looked to be about their age appeared beside them. She was extremely beautiful, without any makeup, youthful and pretty, with a tall and well-proportioned figure, slightly thin. Her beautiful eyes smiled at Ma Hongjun, revealing genuine affection.

White Agarwood NPC Doll.

An Zhen naturally doesn't have the ability to replicate someone who died ten thousand years ago. The current puppet was created using information retrieved from fragments of the Douluo Continent from ten thousand years ago through her omniscient authority, combined with the memories of Xiao Wu, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong, and finally sculpted from Ma Hongjun's memories of Bai Chenxiang.

Anzhen gestured for the god of greed to be silent.

He didn't control the NPC puppet Bai Chenxiang, nor did he have any intention of having a romantic relationship with a man. He just watched the NPC puppet Bai Chenxiang perform on its own. It was like inputting a person's various settings into a computer to generate an AI.

"She's fake!" Ning Rongrong immediately realized after her initial shock. How could Bai Chenxiang, who died ten thousand years ago, appear in this demiplane? Coupled with An Zhen's domain-like ability just now, this must be some kind of illusion, and it must be An Zhen's doing.

"Fake…"

Ma Hongjun stared blankly at Bai Chenxiang, his eyes seemingly veiled by an impenetrable fog. A fierce struggle raged within him; he tried desperately to grasp a sliver of clarity, to shatter the illusion before him, to confront reality, but his memories, like a burst dam, overwhelmed him in an instant.

"This is fake!" Ma Hongjun roared inwardly, but the sound got stuck in his throat, and his dry lips couldn't utter a sound.

How could he forget that his Xiangxiang had died ten thousand years ago! He watched her hair turn white in the realm of gods, watched Xiangxiang's life force slowly fade away, watched his beloved die before his eyes, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Gods cannot interfere in the mortal realm! He couldn't even give her one last hug!

"Hey, you fatso!"

Bai Chenxiang's hands on her hips caught Ma Hongjun's eye. Her arrogant yet coquettish manner was like a needle coated with honey, piercing Ma Hongjun's heart directly. "Do you really not want to see me?"

“No…” Ma Hongjun shook his head violently, his throat felt like it was blocked, and he couldn’t utter a single syllable. His body froze on the spot, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him. The curve of the girl’s raised eyebrows, the angle of the corners of her mouth, even the feigned anger and embarrassment in her eyes, were exactly the same as the girl in his memory.

But he knew perfectly well that she was an imposter!

Ma Hongjun's hand, gripping the hilt of the Asura Demon Sword, froze in mid-air. A sliver of reason tugged at his heartstrings; perhaps if he simply raised the blade slightly, he could pierce the illusion before him. But his wrist felt as if it were weighed down by lead, and he couldn't lift it no matter what.

He can't do it.

So what if it's fake?

Let him take one more look, just one more look.

Look at the smile lines at the corners of her eyes, look at her slightly raised chin with her hands on her hips, she looks so real, like a phantom of the girl in my memory.

Tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

Ma Hongjun knew it was a trap, a fake, but he still insisted on jumping in.

Because he missed her so much.

The thought of believing in this momentary falsehood, of being burned by this illusion rather than letting it shatter what might be his only chance to see her again, was too much to bear.

"Fatty, I miss you so much."

Bai Chenxiang's voice was choked with sobs, like a feather brushing against the softest spot in her heart. Before Ma Hongjun could react, she had already thrown herself into his arms. The warmth of his body came through his clothes, and even the slight trembling as they snuggled together was exactly the same as the countless times she had embraced him in her memory.

He remembered. He remembered Xiangxiang's final moments, lying alone on the cold bed, tears clinging to her eyelashes as she closed her eyes. He remembered countless nights he traced her features against the empty volcano. He remembered waking up again and again from nightmares, only to find that her figure was no longer there beside him.

"Xiangxiang!"

A heart-wrenching growl rang out, the two words seeming to be forcibly dug out of a throat. Ma Hongjun could feel the person in his arms trembling slightly, just like before. Ma Hongjun's eyes twitched violently; the longing that had been suppressed for ten thousand years seemed to have found an outlet, instantly collapsing all the defenses in his heart. His eyes instantly reddened, and tears could no longer be held back, streaming down his cheeks and into her hair.

(End of this chapter)