Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

"Two super artifacts."

Sensing the aura of the two weapons in An Zhen's hands and beside her, a solemn look flashed in the eyes of the Abyss Saint King.

But so what!
This Anzhen is not a deity with a divine position, and her strength is inferior to his. Even with a powerful weapon, one must be strong enough to unleash its full potential. At their level, without the blessing of divine position and immortal energy, they can barely unleash even a fraction of the power of a super artifact, let alone two. In fact, they might become a hindrance in battle.

He must win this battle!

"Abyss Sky Curtain!" As the terrifying energy fluctuations emanated from the Abyss Saint King, the power of the plane master was revealed. In this universe, there was no plane barrier from the Douluo plane to restrict his abilities. His reliance was not only the Heavenly Saint Rift Abyss Halberd in his hand. The greatest reliance of the plane master was naturally the plane he controlled.

At the same time, the Abyss Plane, even larger than the entire Douluo Star, suddenly trembled. Thick, dark abyssal energy surged and danced wildly in the starry sky like countless tentacles. The entire plane moved, like a colossal beast awakening, crushing towards An Zhen with overwhelming force, seemingly intent on devouring him completely.

"clang--"

Sound cannot travel in a vacuum because there is no medium for sound to travel in a vacuum. However, this crisp metallic clang rang out in the dark and cold universe, as if announcing the official start of this battle. The blade of the blue-purple halberd collided with the longsword covered in blood-red flames. Terrifying energy surged outwards like turbulent waves during the collision, becoming the medium for sound to travel and turning this dark universe into an energy ocean intertwined with dark abyssal energy and blood-red killing intent.

"What a fine sword!" A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Abyss Saint King. The collision just now had left a white mark on his Heavenly Saint Rift Abyss Halberd. Although the mark was restored as soon as it appeared, in terms of the quality of a super artifact, this blood-red longsword was actually superior to his Heavenly Saint Rift Abyss Halberd.

"I suspect you're making a personal attack." An Zhen snorted coldly, but her hand on the sword hilt moved with lightning speed, leaving afterimages in her wake. A series of basic sword techniques, such as pointing, thrusting, chopping, sweeping, and parrying, were instantly mastered and continuously evolved in An Zhen's hands. With the help of the Asura Demon Sword, she had already mastered the Asura Sword Intent in the blink of an eye, and her movements became even faster. "Clang clang clang—" The crisp sound of metal clashing rang out continuously. If viewed from a distance, An Zhen and the Abyss Saint King seemed to be standing silently facing each other, with only blood-red and blue-purple streams of light constantly intertwining and colliding around them, tearing apart the space of this universe.

With each strike of the Abyss Saint Lord, there was a force capable of splitting mountains and opening up worlds. The dark abyssal energy enveloped the Heavenly Saint Abyss Splitting Halberd, and the eerie and terrifying aura was like an abyss that would devour people, wanting to swallow An Zhen whole and make her sink into it forever.

An Zhen's Shura Sword intent intensified, and the first fierce battle after her initial awakening of intelligence activated the sword spirit of the Shura Demon Sword. Strands of extremely dense blood-red patterns climbed from the hilt to An Zhen's wrist, but this was not erosion but a deliberate enhancement. An Zhen felt as if her will had turned cold, but not frozen; rather, it was as if she had become absolutely rational. Everything before her eyes became exceptionally clear, and her senses regarding the surrounding things instantly became transparent. It was under these circumstances that An Zhen felt the Shura Demon Sword in her hand suddenly come alive, and she and the sword became one.

This is probably what Teacher Destruction once referred to as the Asura God's clear-eyed killing intent.

"An Zhen!"

The halberd, imbued with the energy of the black abyss, slashed at the blood-red longsword.

"clang--"

Terrifying energy fluctuations swept across the surrounding starry sky.

"You can't beat me!" The Abyss Saint King's figure was blasted back several steps by the terrifying recoil. Dark abyssal energy enveloped his entire body, and an incomparably vast abyssal plane appeared behind him, like a huge reflection of a magic, making him look like a terrifying demon god. The Abyss Saint King's gaze fell on An Zhen, who had retreated even further. "Weapons ultimately need their masters to wield them."

"Perhaps your talent surpasses mine, but a genius who hasn't fully matured will never be a strong person. Your foundation is too shallow. Even with the advantage of your weapon, you cannot defeat me."

In the distance, the gods had already prepared snacks like melon seeds to watch this exciting battle. Apart from the God of Destruction, who had already decided to keep an eye on Tang San, and Tang San himself, the vast majority of the gods in the Douluo God Realm joined in the spectating.

Life in the God Realm is truly boring. The conflict between the Destruction Faction and Tang San's faction has become far too dangerous, escalating to the point where it's highly likely to threaten the entire God Realm and all its deities. It's been a long time since we've had such a spectacular show to watch. Furthermore, both the Abyss Saint King and An Zhen are now at the level of first-tier gods. Although neither of them has absorbed immortal spiritual energy nor received the enhancements of a godhood, their power, combined with the strength of their super artifacts, means that even second-tier gods with godhood and expertise in combat would have to avoid their sharp edge. They have already surpassed the vast majority of them.

"Heh~" The handsome black-haired youth stood in the starry sky, his majestic figure and perfect appearance transcending the limitations of species. A mysterious aura flowed around him, an indescribable harmony, a feeling of natural perfection, as if he were the center of the universe, born to be the focus of everything. His dark eyes reflected countless things, as well as an absolute confidence that seemed to have everything under control. "That's because you've never seen a true genius."

In the distance, the God of Pride sighed, looking at An Zhen with great admiration, "Tsk, not a trace of arrogance, as if everything is taken for granted, that's true arrogance."

"Oh?" The goddess of life looked over with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

"Cough—" The God of Arrogance coughed guiltily to cover it up, his brain, which had been idle for many years, was now working frantically. "What I mean is, the young master is of course such a perfect being, there is not an exaggeration in the slightest."

'Young Master?' The gods felt like they'd stumbled upon some juicy gossip.

It's confirmed, it's confirmed. An Zhen is indeed the child of the couple who destroyed lives.

the other side.

The Abyss Saint King remained silent, offering no rebuttal. To be favored by two God-Kings, An Zhen must possess extraordinary talent. He had led the Abyss Plane to devour numerous life-bearing planets and witnessed the talents of many geniuses, one of whom even astonished him. Given time, An Zhen would undoubtedly be able to create his own godhood, and might even surpass An Zhen's current achievements.

But those guys all fell at his hands, and their homeland was swallowed up by the abyss along with them.

Genius? In this dog-eat-dog world, only strength matters. Geniuses who fail to grow are no different from trash. When potential cannot be converted into combat power, they may only become more delicious prey.

"Let's begin," the voice of the Abyss Saint Lord resounded.

Without some real skill, how can the outcome of this match be determined?

Standing in the abyss, the Abyss Saint King raised his hand, and almost instantly, countless black abyssal energies, like viscous liquid, surged from the surface of the abyss plane, transforming into dense tentacles that reached out to grab An Zhen, attempting to pull him into the abyss plane. Each tentacle was like a undulating mountain range, as if an entire world was collapsing towards An Zhen, making the tiny figure appear like an ant.

This is the power of a plane.

"The Abyss Dimension is larger than yours! Therefore, I will surpass you!"

This is a fundamental difference in strength.

But there was no hint of disdain in the eyes of the Abyss Saint King.

On the contrary, he was very puzzled.

What about Anzhen's world?

That world should be near Anzhen. But why could such a colossal creature hide its form right in front of him?

Not right.

“Command.” An Zhen raised his hand, facing the black tentacles of the Abyss, each one equivalent to a strike from the Abyss Saint King, as if an entire world was pressing down on him. He calmly made the shape of a pistol with his fingers, his calm tone carrying an unquestionable command, “Reflection: Modify Reality.”

An indescribable, mysterious fluctuation flashed by.

The Abyss Saint, who shared the same perception as the Abyss Plane, sensed something was amiss. Instantly, his eyes widened as his attack, which used the power of the Abyss Plane to try to pull An Zhen into the abyss, vanished into thin air.

what's the situation?
His attack was not annihilated in that instant by a more powerful attack.

On the contrary... on the contrary, it was like a pebble thrown into the sea, without creating the slightest ripple, and was directly swallowed up by the unfathomable abyss of the ocean.

"What do you think?" A chilling, almost mocking, spiritual energy emanated from behind the Abyss Saint King. "Where is my world?"

Reality and illusion.

This is a power that Anzhen was born with.

When the false world becomes real, the shadow of that higher dimension never disappears.

The Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd possesses extremely powerful defense-ignoring capabilities, dealing true damage with every strike, but its weakness lies in its inability to perform ranged attacks. An Zhen knew this, but still chose to engage the Abyss Saint King in close combat with the Asura Demon Sword.

When An Zhen entered the attack range of the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd in the hands of the Abyss Saint, the Abyss Saint had already entered An Zhen's "shadow".

Without hesitation, the Abyss Saint King swung the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd in his hand toward the direction from which the divine soul fluctuations came. As expected, the attack missed its mark. At this moment, the Abyss Saint King's eyes were filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

In the distance, the gods also noticed that the battle seemed to have entered a realm they could not understand.

"Reflection!"

"Pfft-"

That was the sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh.

A deep, bone-revealing wound appeared out of nowhere on the Abyss Saint King's right arm.

"Next, kidneys!"

Despite the Abyss Saint Lord mobilizing the power of the Abyss Plane to reinforce and defend his entire body, a new wound still appeared on his body. There was no energy fluctuation; the wound seemed to appear out of thin air. Only the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart reminded the Abyss Saint Lord that this was no illusion or anything like that.

The unpredictable attacks and the ever-increasing injuries did not disrupt the Abyss Bible's thinking. Instead of howling like a mad dog, it held its breath and focused its mind, fully mobilizing its divine soul to sense everything around it, trying to find the source of the attacks.

The strong never believe in the mysterious or supernatural, because they themselves are extraordinary beings. They firmly believe that everything has a traceable pattern, no matter how bizarre the situation.

As Anzhen's deliberately mysterious soul fluctuations rang out again and again, the wounds on the Abyss Saint King's body became more numerous.

"Your behavior is childish." This was the first feedback from the Abyss Saint King. His eyes remained calm despite the fluctuations in his emotions. "You're like a weakling trying to scare people with your tricks. These repeated wounds will not help you defeat me."

As he spoke, the Abyss Saint King's figure flew backward into the Abyss Plane. The vast abyss energy poured into his body, and his previous terrifying injuries healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Destiny!"

A wondrous force of destiny descended.

As if struck from a higher dimension, a god arbitrarily altered the world's settings.

The energy circulation within the Abyss Saint King's body experienced an almost impossible event: a certain structure within the energy cycle suddenly malfunctioned. For a powerhouse of his level, the manipulation of internal energy was instinctive; unless subjected to a terrifying and devastating injury, such a thing would be impossible. Even a slight error could lead to disastrous consequences. Even though the Abyss Saint King managed to stop the energy circulation in time, this collapse and the resulting chaos in his entire body's energy nearly dragged him into a state of demonic possession.

A figure suddenly appeared in the Abyss Plane. An Zhen's figure appeared in front of the Abyss Saint King. The terrible state of his body's chaotic aura meant that the Abyss Saint King could not mobilize much energy at this moment. This time, the Heavenly Saint Abyss Halberd was powerless to stop the attack of the Asura Demon Sword. The incomparably sharp Asura Sword Intent erupted, and a blood-red streak streaked across the dark abyss like a meteor. The sharp blade easily broke through the Abyss Saint King's already chaotic protective energy and cut into his flesh.

"boom--"

The Abyss Holy Monarch's body exploded, but not because An Zhen slashed it; rather, it was because the Abyss Holy Monarch self-destructed. Terrifying, surging abyssal energy crashed against the surroundings like waves, then merged into the abyssal plane. When An Zhen's figure reappeared in the cosmic starry sky, the Abyss Holy Monarch's figure also stepped out of the abyssal plane, his divine soul still calm.
"An Zhen, I don't know how you activate this elusive ability."

"But I am stronger than you, that is a fact. You, being weak, launched those strange attacks against me, who is stronger, and you will inevitably have to pay a greater price."

"These abilities might give you a sliver of hope of defeating a stronger individual, but I am different. I am the master of this plane."

"As long as the abyss exists, I will never die!"

He is the master of the plane, and in this situation where there are no other restrictions, only beings capable of destroying the abyss plane can defeat him.

"Since that's the case," An Zhen looked at him calmly, her eyes showing none of the resentment the Abyss Saint had anticipated, "this petty probing ends here." (End of Chapter)