Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

That being the case.

Dry!
Since it was a decision already made in his heart, there was no hesitation whatsoever. The Abyss Saint King's divine soul power, comparable to that of a first-level god, was like a vast net capable of covering a planet. It left the Abyss Plane and swept towards An Zhen's figure in an overwhelming manner.

Now is a great opportunity.

In the vast universe, there is no rejection from the Douluo plane.

Similarly, it's great for hands-on activities.

But he couldn't do it.

According to what he learned from the God of Light, the Douluo God Realm stipulated that gods could not interfere in the mortal world, but it did not say that they could not interfere in matters within the universe. Of course, this rule was probably as fragile as a piece of paper to the God of Destruction, and had no power to restrain him whatsoever.

As long as he dares to make a move, as long as An Zhen is in danger, whether in the universe or on the Douluo Continent, he will immediately slap him to death.

Even now, the Abyss Saint King could feel many extremely oppressive gazes falling on him.

The Abyss Saint King was so frustrated!

This was never a fair fight from the beginning.

For him, it was a life-or-death crisis, but for the other party, it was merely a trial. Therefore, they had to start with the people around An Zhen; only then could they find a breakthrough in this matter.

"Hmm?" An Zhen lowered his eyes, reached out, and a blood-red long blade appeared in his hand. Vast world power was poured into it, and excitement and impatience emanated from the Asura Demon Sword. Intense killing intent turned into blood flames and clung to it. He raised his hand and slashed!

In the dark and cold cosmic sky, a brilliant crimson light suddenly appeared, and a long river of sharp sword intent formed, with a chilling killing intent emanating from the brilliant crimson flames.

"roll!"

A frenzied killing intent surged into the Abyss Saint King's soul. This attack did not cause much damage to the Abyss Saint King's soul, but it forced him to quickly withdraw his soul and suppress the frenzied killing intent that was trying to spread and even devour his soul.

The Abyss Saint King calmed himself and suppressed the murderous intent spreading within him. He did not attempt to probe further with his divine senses; he already understood the general situation.

"The weapon in the opponent's hand should be a super artifact. Only in this way can I feel some threat with the power of a super artifact itself, even with such a large difference in power. With the amplification of this super artifact, the aura fluctuation has already gone more than halfway from the level of a third-level god (without a divine position), and is close to the level of a second-level god."

But that doesn't make sense. In such a small world, the ruler of that plane would at most be at the god level. But if what he just sensed is true, the opponent's true strength has already reached the level of a third-level god without a divine position.

The Abyss Saint King was deep in thought.

Just then, an incredibly massive abyssal dragon arrived; it was none other than the Spirit Emperor, the lord of the second layer of the abyss. Because of the existence of the abyss plane, apart from the Abyss Saint King, no other creature within the abyss could sense anything outside it, and therefore was unaware of what had just transpired.

"Holy Lord," the Spirit Emperor said respectfully, "the Abyss Passage is now large enough to accommodate the lords of the next few dozen levels heading to the Douluo Continent. However, judging from the feedback that the Abyss is constantly receiving returning Abyss energy, it seems that some human powerhouses have discovered the Abyss Rift you opened, and quite a few human powerhouses are stationed there." "Should we continue according to the original plan?"

According to Emperor Ling's estimation, those weaker abyss lords would probably turn into a ball of energy and return to the other side in no time.

"Continue." The Abyss Saint King closed his eyes, overwhelmed by a profound sense of powerlessness. In this matter, he had no right to refuse. In someone else's game, he could only follow the rules set by them.

Now all we can do is hope that Tang Shenwang will quickly provide the physical body he needs.

"Yes." Emperor Ling withdrew.

the other side.

In the vast universe, An Zhen gazed at the abyss below. Turning her head, her gaze traversed countless layers of space, landing on that extremely dazzling sphere. A continuous stream of faith power flowed from other planets, sending it towards that sphere, which was the Douluo God Realm.

'If we can conquer the Douluo God Realm, we won't be far from becoming the Supreme God King.' An Zhen thought it would be difficult to compare, after all, in the original work, the Dragon God was a ruthless dragon who could normally defeat eighteen God Kings.

Of course, An Zhen was just thinking about this, imagining his future strength. Tang San did indeed have a grudge against him, but both Teacher Destruction and Teacher Life had done him great favors, so how could he repay kindness with enmity?

First, we need to deal with the Abyss Plane. Once we're strong enough, we can go out into this universe to "hunt for food." At that point, we'll probably have to contend with the cosmic consciousness again—that guy who messed with the Dragon God. But we're still quite a distance away from that.

An Zhen headed towards the Douluo Continent, locked onto an anchor point, tore open a spatial rift with the laws of space, and stepped into it.

The shifting vision he saw was of the very island where he had previously been in seclusion.

"Is it coming?"

An Zhen looked up at the sky, a hint of eager excitement appearing in his dark eyes. Now, he was completely unafraid of the world consciousness of the Douluo Continent.

Levels 100-109 are equivalent to priests without divine positions, levels 110-119 are equivalent to third-level gods without divine positions, and so on for subsequent levels. According to this classification, An Zhen felt that without external assistance, his current strength was roughly equivalent to level 116. At this moment, the once clear sky was now obscured by dark, heavy clouds. The consciousness of the world descended upon this place, and not a ray of sunlight could be seen within a thousand miles. A terrifying pressure, carrying boundless rage, descended, and under the illumination of a few flashes of lightning, it seemed as if the day of the world's end had arrived.

Everything in the world is now directed at Anzhen.

An Zhen gazed at the sky with her dark eyes, a hint of mockery appearing deep within them as she faced the immense lightning tribulation. "At most, it's around level 112."

Without the influence of the Abyss Plane, this energy level could have been increased further. However, as the Abyss Plane continues its invasion of Douluo Continent, the lightning tribulation targeting An Zhen will be significantly weaker. This is already the highest-level attack the Douluo Plane consciousness can launch without a Plane Master. After all, at this moment, a world with a status no lower than His, and perhaps even higher, has openly entered His world. This is no longer a matter of parasitism; it has reached a point where it's either him or her.

"Boring." With that, An Zhen raised her hand, and an immense surge of divine soul power directly crushed the world consciousness of the Douluo Continent. In the blink of an eye, the dark, oppressive clouds seemed to be cleaved apart by an invisible sword, and warm sunlight once again shone on the sea. The terrifying lightning tribulation, poised to erupt, was shattered by this single blow. Only an indescribable roar could be heard emanating from something in the void, as if it were the groan of someone unable to withstand such a devastating impact. (End of Chapter)