Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

"Hehe, would you like to try some, Na'er?" An Zhen chuckled and sidled up to her.

"No."

Gu Yuena reached out and pressed her hand against An Zhen's mouth.

The silver-haired beauty said in a deliberately serious tone, "Anzhen, you're really pushing your luck. I've already allowed you to hold me while you sleep, so don't take any more liberties."

"Na'er~"

An Zhen was shameless. "Just one kiss, that's all. You're pregnant now, so I can't do anything else to you."

Those who are loved are fearless.

"You rascal." Gu Yuena reached out to push An Zhen's body, but felt that she couldn't exert any strength at all. She could only watch helplessly as An Zhen's aura enveloped her until she was completely held in An Zhen's arms.

"Only once."

Gu Yuena closed her eyes.

"Ah."

after a little while.

"Get lost!" Gu Yuena stomped on An Zhen's face, kicking him backward. His beautiful face was covered with traces of An Zhen's scent, especially his red lips, which looked as if they had been sucked in by something for a long time.

"You said it was only allowed once!"

An Zhen blinked a little guiltily, "As the saying goes, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things."

How can you believe what a man says at night?

……

three days later.

At the spatial rift leading to the Abyss Plane.

An invisible, immense power suddenly poured down, like the might of heaven pressing down. More than 100,000 abyssal creatures didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into dust in the dazzling light. Whether they were mere soldiers whose strength was only comparable to Soul Masters or powerful figures who could contend with Title Douluos, they were all like ants in the face of this power.

Only a six-meter-tall, dog-headed abyss lord, covered in wounds, remained. It watched helplessly as its kin evaporated like water vapor, even their dissipated abyssal energy imprisoned by an invisible barrier, denied them even the chance to return to the abyss. Utter terror gripped its heart; it clutched its spiked club, barely managing to prop itself up, a low growl of pain escaping from between its fangs.

"Another one ranked low."

A cold voice rang out, startling it so much that it froze and turned its head sharply in the direction of the voice, almost falling to the ground like a frightened bird.

Suddenly, a black-haired human appeared before it. The human ranks, which had been unleashing ranged attacks from afar, fell silent, and even the slightest energy fluctuations disappeared.

The Abyss Lord, mindful of the Abyss Saint's will, still harbored a lingering ferocity that made it want to raise its spiked club and strike. But when it met those dark eyes, all its courage crumbled instantly. There was no killing intent in them, only the indifference of someone looking down on an ant, making it feel as if it were facing the Abyss Saint directly. At that moment, it was as if it had become dust that had offended a god. Its legs went weak, and its massive body crashed heavily to the ground. The spiked club clattered to the ground, and even the courage to look up was gone.

No wonder... no wonder no Abyss Lord has ever survived outside, no wonder so many layers of the Abyss have collapsed.

An Zhen didn't kill the Abyss Lord, or rather, he deliberately left the guy alive.

“Go back,” An Zhen said. “Tell your Holy King that I know everything about his schemes with that little bastard and his attempt to kidnap my people.”

"tell him."

"I'm giving him a chance. As long as he gives up one-sixth of his energy, he can get what he wants and a chance to fight for his life under my command."

"Of course, he can choose not to believe, then let's just keep dragging this out."

The advantage now lies with him!

The little scoundrel was chained up.

It can be said that the situation is very promising.

But delay could lead to unforeseen changes. On the other hand, now that she had a firm grasp of the situation, Anzhen didn't want to drag things out any longer.

After saying that, An Zhen kicked the Abyss Lord into the spatial rift.

……

After a while.

The deepest level of the Abyss Plane.

The abyss lord, who resembled a dog-headed man, knelt down tremblingly and repeated An Zhen's previous words in their entirety.

The Abyss Saint King sat on his throne, lightly tapping the armrest with a finger, and spoke in a completely emotionless voice, "That's what that human said?"

"Yes, it is."

"The kobold abyss lord said in a trembling voice."

For a moment, the only sound in the silent world was the tapping of the Abyss Saint's fingers on the armrest.

The Abyss Saint said, "Go down. This time you brought back useful intelligence, so you can't be considered a deserter."

"Yes."

Upon receiving the order, the kobold abyss lord swiftly rose and respectfully withdrew. Although the powerful human had only spoken a few words, the amount of information contained within them was undoubtedly enormous; some of the things, if pondered more deeply, might even overturn all the abyss lord's long-held beliefs. But it dared not interfere; it was best not to meddle in the affairs of these powerful figures, content to remain a pawn.

After the kobold abyss lord left, this layer of the abyss fell silent once more.

After a long while, angry curses of disappointment and frustration rang out.

"waste!"

"idiot!"

"A dignified God-King, who would have thought he was just a useless thing!"

The Abyss Saint King was very angry.

He knew what those words meant, but that's why he was so angry.

A dignified God-King of a realm, not only couldn't help, but also leaked the entire plan. This was a matter of life and death for him! If the God of Destruction knew that he was colluding with the God-King of the God Realm to scheme against the other's disciple, and was angered by it, he might just wipe out the Abyss Plane along with him with a single slap.

"You little punk, An Zhen was absolutely right, you really are a little punk!"

The Abyss Saint King took a deep breath, calming his anger slightly.

No matter how angry he is, now a knife is at his throat, and he is the one whose life could be in danger at any moment.

The Abyss Saint King had no doubts.

After all, the other party had already openly and honestly stated that they had kidnapped him.

"Ah~"

After the outburst of rage came a helpless sigh. He knew what the other party wanted.

16% of the energy—that's 16% of the entire Abyss Plane!

In addition to what was previously absorbed by the other party.

This amount already exceeds the energy of the abyss plane he occupies.

As for why he doesn't take more?
Because he has now reached the limit of being the master of the Abyss Plane. He is a master of a plane, not a world, and cannot forcibly accommodate or occupy more of his territory.

The Abyss Saint King fell into deep thought.

If that's the case, the situation is very good for him.

That Anzhen should also be a plane master. Even if he absorbed so much of his energy, how much could Anzhen himself grow to? At most, he would be comparable to a second-level god without a divine position.

Furthermore, his own strength will not be diminished due to the decline of the Abyss Plane.

Although he is a plane master, he was not born from the condensation of the Abyss Plane's consciousness. Instead, he was born from his mother, the Crimson Mother, who used herself as the womb. This is why he was so eager to fight for a sliver of hope. Losing the Abyss Plane would reduce his strength somewhat, but not by much. If he could survive, it would still be within an acceptable range.

But why did Anzhen do that?

Would a disciple of a god-king do something with no chance of winning?
The Abyss Saint King was very uneasy.

On the other hand, it's also because he can't contact that God-King Tang at all. Although he previously despised him as a useless piece of trash—a dignified God-King who had leaked the entire plan—he desperately needs him. With Tang's protection, he has a chance to save his life. Otherwise, even if he defeats An Zhen, what good will it do? He can't even take An Zhen down with him. The God of Destruction could obliterate him with a single move, annihilating him completely into the universe.

But if this drags on...

That little punk—no, Tang Shenwang—hadn't contacted him for a long time. A few months was just a short while compared to his long journey. But in this critical moment, every minute and every second was extremely important; it felt like an eternity.

Can he keep dragging this out?
Or does he have the ability to keep delaying?

Now he is nothing more than a piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered on the other party's chopping board.

Even now, these words might still serve as a warning to him. After all, he has indeed been constantly procrastinating lately.

The Abyss Saint looked out over the Abyss Plane, where there were two guards, neither of whom he could afford to offend.

After a long time.

The inner turmoil has subsided.

Only a weak, feeble voice echoed in this abyss.

"The only option is to give it to them."

What if you don’t give it to me?
Even if the other party doesn't give him the body that Tang Shenwang prepared, he can't refuse to give it to him.

Fish on a cutting board are not in a position to negotiate or make demands.

However, it's worth trying some last-ditch efforts.

"Black Emperor."

The Abyss Saint King called out the name of an Abyss Emperor.

Soon after.

Several Abyss Lords received an order.

A major operation.

This includes several Abyss Emperors.

Also on this expedition list, the Spirit Emperor of the second layer of the Abyss looked at the Black Emperor, who had just returned from the Abyss Saint King, and had some doubts in his heart: As the number one combat force in the Abyss plane besides the Abyss Saint King, he had helped the Abyss Saint King devise strategies to conquer many worlds many times, but this time he did not wait for the Saint King to talk to him, but instead went to the Black Emperor.

Emperor Ling asked, "Does the Holy Ruler intend to conquer that world in one fell swoop?"

He sensed that something was amiss.

Although the Black Emperor concealed his emotions well, as a powerful being with the spiritual power of the Divine Origin Realm, the Spirit Emperor still keenly sensed an unusual emotion on the Black Emperor's body, which was actually an emotion akin to fear.

Why is that?
How could a mighty emperor of the abyss have such weak emotions?!
Did the Holy King tell the Black Emperor something?

"The Holy Ruler does have this plan," the Black Emperor said with a cold expression. "Does the Spirit Emperor have anything else to say?"

"No." Emperor Ling stepped aside to give way.

Emperor Ling did not press further. The Black Emperor's meaning was clear: she did not want to tell him what the Holy Lord had told her earlier.

After all, this concerned the Holy Emperor, and he didn't want to displease him. Although he knew he was the Abyss's strategist, he also knew he wasn't the Holy Emperor's only option. If he died, his people could absorb his Abyss energy and create another Spirit Emperor; this energy, lingering in the Abyss, wouldn't suffer any loss. Unless he became a god, in the Holy Emperor's eyes, he was ultimately someone who could be replaced at any time.

……

a few days later.

Outside of Dragon City.

At the spatial rift leading to the Abyss Plane.

Frontline soldiers are focused on their patrols.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that not a single creature from the abyss had emerged for many days.

at this time.

The spatial rift, which had already expanded to over a thousand meters, suddenly trembled.

Such an anomaly was immediately detected by the department that was constantly monitoring the spatial rift, and then reported up the chain of command.

Suddenly, the long-dormant abyssal energy within the spatial rift erupted violently. It no longer spewed out rapidly as before, but transformed into rolling black waves, surging forth from the rift with immense force. Each surge carried the power to tear through space, causing the spatial rift to expand at an astonishing speed, sweeping outwards and instantly filling the world with a chilling abyssal aura.

Almost simultaneously, several terrifying figures streaked across the sky, flying at an extremely fast speed from behind Dragon City.

"That is..." Elder Mu's gaze was fixed on the spatial rift, his usually calm eyes now filled with an unprecedented solemnity. In all this time, he had never seen such a dense abyssal aura emanate from a spatial rift, not even before the appearance of those abyssal lords comparable to Limit Douluo.

Could it be that this time, the Abyss Emperors from the top ten levels of the Abyss have descended? Those beings comparable to quasi-gods?
"Old Kong." Old Mu turned to look at Kong Deming beside him, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Kong Deming didn't say much. He silently took off the white helmet that gleamed coldly on his head. It was a level nine soul-guided detection device that he had recently developed. When he handed it to Mu En, his heavy voice hit everyone's hearts like a boulder, making everyone's emotions sink to the bottom: "If His Majesty and the two empresses are in seclusion, we... had better be prepared to defend Dragon City to the death."

As soon as the words were spoken, an unprecedented highest alert was transmitted to everyone's communication soul tool.

In Mingdu and Longcheng, whether they were titled Douluo holding their positions or advanced Soul Masters/Soul Instructors dedicated to cultivation/research, everyone instantly stopped what they were doing. Even the various departments of the empire only left behind personnel who could barely maintain the empire's operation, and rushed to the space portal at top speed to head towards the front line. A sense of impending doom enveloped the entire empire.

On the front-line plains, already riddled with craters from artillery fire and the marks of fierce battles, a deeper, more somber atmosphere now hung in the air. Black abyssal energy continued to surge and spread, seemingly intent on completely assimilating this land into the abyss. Above, thick black thunderclouds had gathered, a subconscious act of resistance from the world consciousness of the Douluo Continent sensing the threat from another realm. Muffled thunder rumbled behind the clouds, like the roar of heaven and earth.

In the midst of this deathly silence, an obscure and incomprehensible otherworldly language suddenly resounded from the abyss, shattering the stillness. It carried with it a scrutinizing and greedy gaze upon its prey: "Another world brimming with life." (End of Chapter)