Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 347, The Seventh Incarnation, Du An
In the heart of the Killing City, at the center of a massive arena constructed of dark red rock.

Gula stopped, his gaze becoming incredibly focused. He took a deep breath, his consciousness connecting his distant avatar with the stone slab within his body that contained primordial energy.

In the darkness, four forces, each distinct yet equally vast and powerful, transcended the barriers of time and space, descending from all corners of the world.

The four divine lights intertwined and merged behind him, eventually collapsing into a halo of pure, dazzling light.

The terrifying pressure of a peak first-level god swept through the entire Slaughter City like a tangible tsunami.

The fallen warriors around the arena, who were indulging in the thrill of killing, were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer. They screamed and collapsed to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, their souls trembling.

The entire Killing City was deathly silent, with only the figure of Gula, like a god descending to earth, illuminated by that divine halo.

Beneath the deepest, darkest throne in the city of slaughter.

A figure shrouded in a blood-red robe, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood—the King of Slaughter—was huddled in the shadows at the base of his throne, shivering like a quail in the cold wind.

The crimson nine-headed bat king residing within him had already been terrified out of its wits by the pure and terrifying supreme divine power above its head.

It frantically suppressed any remaining will of resistance from the original owner of this body, Tang Chen, shrinking itself to its smallest size, just to avoid being discovered by that terrifying being.

Show itself? It dared not utter a single breath!

Gula paid no attention to the ants at his feet.

His mind raced, and the seeds of the ancient spider lily, which he had prepared beforehand, floated before him. This magical plant, which came from the side of the dead and symbolized death and reincarnation, was the core vessel he had chosen for his incarnation.

"Fourth Soul Skill - Forest Avatar!"

Gula let out a low shout, and lava surged around him. His immense spiritual power, mixed with divine soul power, surged out, not directly injected into the seed, but transformed into countless invisible tentacles, violently piercing into every inch of the killing city.

Rumble——!
The earth groaned, and a dark red aura of slaughter, visible to the naked eye, like a thick blood mist whipped up by a gale, was forcibly drawn out and torn from every crack in the arena's bricks, from every shadow in the streets, and from every corner where countless souls wailed.

These filthy, chaotic energies, filled with negative thoughts, were forcibly restrained and purified by Gula with his supreme power, transforming into a crimson torrent that flowed into the slightly trembling seed of the other shore flower.

At the same time, his powerful will pierced through the thick crust of the earth, reaching the Yinming Yellow Springs River deep beneath the city of slaughter, a river that had flowed for countless years.

The cold, lifeless, and decadent aura of the Yellow Springs was forcibly extracted, transforming into a turbid, grayish-yellow water column that broke through the rock layers and was injected into the seed.

The seeds of the red spider lily greedily absorbed this extremely evil and filthy power, radiating an eerie red and black light, and began to twist and grow.

But this was only the beginning. Gula's eyes were sharp as knives, and deep in his pupils seemed to hold the birth and death of billions of stars.

He fully utilized his abilities to see through the timeline.

He wanted to forcibly "weave" for the core true spirit of this incarnation a "possible" timeline leading to godhood, independent of the current spacetime, at the moment of its birth.

A path that uses death and faith as ladders to ultimately ignite the divine fire!

"Congeal!"

With a shout from Gula, the seeds of the spider lily, which had absorbed a massive amount of killing energy and the essence of the underworld, suddenly burst open.

In the blinding light, a blurry human figure quickly coalesced and became clear.

As the light faded, a figure silently floated in front of Gula.

He was tall and slender, dressed in a robe that seemed to be cut from the deepest night, with a faint gray aura flowing along its edges. His face bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to Gula, but was even more austere, like ice that had never melted for millennia. His eyes were a pure, unadulterated gray, as if they could see through the boundary between life and death.

A wisp of gray, deathly energy swirled around him, emanating a chill that could freeze one's soul.

The newborn being slowly raised its hands.

In his left hand, a huge scythe with an ancient design, a long and curved blade, and an aura of decay appeared out of thin air—the Grim Reaper's Scythe!

Above the right hand, a miniature pyramid model, constructed from countless dark gold strange metals, floats silently, with a point of eerie light flickering at its tip, as if it could devour all souls and corpses—the Pyramid of the Sun!

These two accompanying phantom artifacts clearly foreshadow the future path of this incarnation—harvesting death, gathering faith, using the souls of the dead as fuel, and faith as the foundation, to ascend to the throne of godhood.

Gula looked at the avatar that had taken so much effort to create, a fusion of the source of slaughter and the law of death, and nodded in satisfaction: "From now on, your name is 'Du'an'."

He raised his hand, and a specially made storage ring, imprinted with his spiritual mark, flew towards Du'an. "Inside are the papers I've prepared, one per month, to be published on time. In your spare time, you are free to travel across the continent and gather faith power for me."

Du'an's gray eyes were completely still, like two deep wells.

He silently accepted the ring, nodding slightly in response. His cold gaze swept over the desolate, murderous city below, as if he were looking at a barren graveyard.

Gula stayed in the Killing City for another month. During this month, he was not idle.

He sat cross-legged before Du'an, as if an invisible spiritual bridge had been built between them. Du'an, as an extension of his power and will, was the perfect vessel and converter of the power of faith.

Through this bridge, Gula carefully sensed and analyzed the profound mechanism of the flow, purification, and storage of faith power within Du'an's body, like a highly skilled engineer studying a perfect instrument.

Wisps of extremely faint yet exceptionally pure pale golden light emanated from the depths of the desperate and numb souls of the survivors in the City of Slaughter. They were drawn in and devoured by the gray aura surrounding Du An, eventually merging into the illusory image of the Sun Pyramid held in his right hand.

Gula's spiritual power was like the most precise probe, tracing the trajectory of every strand of faith power and analyzing the process by which they were transformed, purified, and compressed into liquid divine radiance inside the pyramid.

A month is enough time for Gula to roughly understand the workings of the power of faith. The various secrets behind it can wait until he becomes a god.

Once he had a clear understanding of how to use the power of faith, he stopped there.

“It’s time to go back.” Gula stood up and said to Duan, who had been standing as still as a statue. Duan glanced at him with his gray eyes, then silently blended into the surrounding gray aura and disappeared.

Gula turned around, looked at Gu Yue who had been standing guard in the distance with a slightly impatient expression, and smiled slightly: "Now that things are settled here, it's time to return to our era."

Gu Yue glanced at the direction where Du An had disappeared with her purple eyes, then looked at Gula, the usual mocking smile still on her lips: "I hope you haven't forgotten the conditions you promised me."

“Of course.” Gula didn’t seem to care about her tone and her smile remained unchanged.

He stretched out his finger and gently tapped the air. The space in front of him rippled like the surface of water where a pebble had been thrown, and a deep passage, exuding an aura of chaotic time and space, slowly took shape.

At the other end of the passage, the faint sounds of a soul-guided train whistling past and the low hum of soul-guided devices operating could be heard.

Gula stepped into the passage first. Gu Yue watched his figure disappear into the silver light, hummed softly, but a subtle complexity flashed in her purple eyes before she also stepped in.

The silver ripples in the space slowly closed, completely isolating the suffocating bloodshed and deathly silence of the killing city.

The Douluo Continent continued to operate slowly along its inherent trajectory. Unbeknownst to anyone, a death god incarnate named "Du An" was already quietly walking in the shadows of the continent, holding a stack of papers in his hand that was enough to change the entire course of the Soul Master civilization.

The name "Da Mu," along with a series of groundbreaking papers, is about to once again unleash a massive wave sweeping across the mainland.

(End of this chapter)