Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 433 The Great Explosion of Mingdu

The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament has finally come to an end, but the air in Mingdu is not relaxed as a result. Instead, it is filled with a sense of impending doom. Beneath the surface of celebration, there are undercurrents of conflict between various forces.

Although Gula managed to delay the progress of the underground Soul Master Competition and buy himself some time, Tang Sect's Huo Yuhao and others acted more decisively.

They secretly installed timed detonation soul guides, meticulously crafted by He Caitou, in several secret warehouses within the Sun Moon Empire where fixed-load soul-guided cannon shells were stored.

On the podium, Gula calmly accepted the level-nine soul tool as the champion's prize. After the competition, Huo Yuhao quietly approached him and solemnly informed him:
"Gula, according to our reconnaissance and the princesses' intelligence, the Sun Moon Empire has secretly deployed a massive number of high-level fixed-position soul-guided cannons in the east, south, and north of Mingdu, forming a death encirclement with enough power to threaten or even kill a Super Douluo. At present, only the west side seems to be undefended, but that is likely a trap."

Gula nodded, indicating that he understood.

After Huo Yuhao left in a hurry, Gula's spiritual power sank into his own Senhai demiplane.

There, one of his clones was putting a final hypnosis on an unconscious old man—Ye Yulin, the ninth-level Soul Master, whom he had successfully ambushed and kidnapped after the Underground Soul Master Competition, thanks to his foresight and powerful spatial abilities!

With the terrifying mental power of the Gula Spirit Realm, forcibly extracting and copying the core knowledge and design blueprints of the ninth-level soul tool from Ye Yulin's mind would not be difficult; the answer will soon be revealed.

As night fell, the hustle and bustle of Mingdu gradually subsided, but the covert operations reached their climax.

With the secret coordination of Princess Xu Jiujiu of Xingluo and Princess Vina of Tianhun, almost all the participating teams from outside the Sun Moon Empire and the powerful figures behind them reached a tacit agreement.

They prepared to concentrate their forces and break through to the west, which appeared to be a trap. This was an open strategy, and the only possible opening.

Top experts such as Xuanzi of Shrek Academy and Du Busi of the Body Sect have also quietly infiltrated Mingdu to secretly protect their younger generations.

Meanwhile, the seven exceptionally talented "disciples" of the Natural Gate, including Bai Yuan, Mu Yi, and Bo Xi, were silently sent back to the Dragon King Legend timeline where they should have existed by Gula through the power of time, as if they had never existed, leaving behind only endless legends and mysteries.

Gula created a clone with some of the power and mixed in with Shrek's group, following Elder Xuan and others as they "retreated" westward to avoid suspicion.

His true form, like a hunter lurking in the shadows, remained in the heart of this city on the verge of disaster, quietly waiting.

At midnight, a strange change suddenly occurred!
"Boom—!!!!!"

First, a violent, terrifying tremor, seemingly originating from the depths of the earth, came from beneath their feet! Immediately afterwards, in a certain area in the northeast corner of Mingdu, the earth seemed to be violently lifted upwards by an invisible giant hand!
The most magnificent city on the entire continent seemed to playfully "jump"!
That wasn't an earthquake, but rather a secondary explosion caused by timed soul tools installed by the Tang Sect in the underground soul tool warehouse and strategic material reserve, which, under specific environmental conditions and chain reactions, triggered a reaction far exceeding expectations!

The earth is roaring! Space is distorting!
An indescribably hot fireball expanded from the ground, instantly engulfing everything within a radius of several miles!
Following closely behind was a huge mushroom cloud mixed with dust, flames and the aura of death, which rose slowly and soared into the sky, illuminating half of Mingdu as if it were daytime!
In Gula's view, the power of this devastating explosion had surpassed the level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell, comparable to level ten, and even touched the threshold of level eleven!

Huo Yuhao, who was retreating with the team, felt the earth-shattering fluctuations behind him, his body stiffened abruptly, and his face turned ashen.

He never expected that their actions would trigger such a terrifying chain reaction. The casualties from this explosion would likely be in the millions!

Meanwhile, Gula's true form, who remained in the city, quietly switched martial souls and received the power of his avatar, Du'an.

He looked up at the sky shrouded in mushroom clouds and despair, where countless newborn souls, filled with pain and resentment, were wailing and drifting.

“A million souls… that’s enough as the cornerstone of the faith in Death.” He muttered to himself, his eyes devoid of any pity, only a cold calm. This was their original fate, and he would not interfere.

"Such immense resentment! Such pure soul power! Hahaha!"

Many evil spirit masters lurking in Mingdu, like sharks smelling blood, revealed themselves, frantically absorbing the death energy permeating the air, enjoying this sudden "feast".

Gula smiled slightly, and his figure slowly rose into the air. Beneath his feet, his seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up.

Martial Soul True Form - Sun Pyramid·Soul Ranch!

With the terrifying amplification from the three-word battle armor, even though the attributes weren't perfectly matched, his aura instantly surged to the level of a level 98 Super Douluo.

A golden pyramid phantom, a thousand meters high and shimmering with an aura of holiness and death, descended upon Mingdu like a miracle.

At the top of the pyramid, an eerie gray sun condensed and slowly rotated. With each flicker of the gray sun, an invisible, immense suction force targeting the soul enveloped the entire explosion area and even a wider region.

The bewildered and tormented souls in the sky seemed to have found their final resting place. Like rivers flowing into the sea, they transformed into gray torrents, involuntarily flying towards the gray sun and being drawn into the interior of the pyramid.

Gula could clearly feel that, with the influx of massive amounts of souls, the Death God's position within Du'an's body, which originated from the dual gods of the Slaughter City, was being rapidly stabilized and enriched.

The Pyramid of the Sun is not only a powerful weapon, but also a perfect "soul pasture"—it suppresses and purifies the overwhelming resentment brought by souls, providing a temporary dwelling place for pure souls.

The purified resentment energy and the gratitude generated by the souls after they found peace transformed together into pure faith power, which continuously flowed into Du'an's divinity.

This is far more efficient and "environmentally friendly" than Ye Xishui's crude method of treating souls as disposable consumables.

"Who are you?! How dare you try to steal my soul!" A foolish evil soul master, a Soul Douluo, attempted to seize the soul and charged at Gula with a crazed expression.

Gula didn't even look at him directly, only glancing at him indifferently.

"puff!"

The evil spirit master's body instantly stiffened, his eyes lost their vitality, and his soul was forcibly extracted, turning into another ray of light that shot towards the Pyramid of the Sun.

At this moment, Gula is using the Pyramid of the Sun to transform the power of faith into the purest power of the God of Death. Driven by his level 98 foundation, his power has reached an inconceivable level.

He felt that even if a god descended from the heavens, he might not be able to do anything to him at this moment.

He created an avatar, which manifested the appearance of Du'an and the Death Scythe Martial Soul, specifically to hunt down evil soul masters who dared to show their faces and steal souls, hooking their souls back one by one to enrich the ranch.

In the distance, Xuanzi, who was escorting the evacuation team, sensed the towering, illusory pyramid-like structure and the chilling fluctuations of divine power emanating from the direction of Mingdu. He clenched his fists, his heart filled with horror:
"Who is that?! When did the Holy Spirit Cult produce such a terrifying evil spirit master?!"

He sensed that the entity controlling the pyramids was no less powerful than himself. But to protect the children, he could only grit his teeth and continue leading the group on their escape.

An hour later, the souls in the explosion zone had been almost entirely collected by Gula, and any evil spirit masters who dared to show their faces had been wiped out by Du'an's avatar. Gula was preparing to conceal his aura and leave this dangerous place.

"Your Excellency, isn't it a bit too much to devour all the souls in one gulp?" a gloomy voice rang out.

The leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhongli Wu, has finally revealed himself.

He sensed the pure aura of death and the immense fluctuations of the soul, and thought he had met a kindred spirit, even considering recruiting him.

However, Gura merely glanced at him indifferently, his gaze as if he were looking at an ant. In his hand, the gray scythe formed from the purest power of the Grim Reaper quietly appeared.

The Death Scythe, empowered by divine power, exerted absolute suppression of Zhongli Wu's martial spirit and laws.

Zhongli Wu felt his soul power freeze instantly, and his soul trembled!
“No…you…” His eyes were filled with disbelief and terror.

Gura gave him no chance. As a Grim Reaper in reserve, Duan was able to see the memories of souls. After witnessing the moment when millions of souls died, Gura naturally understood the true meaning of death and simply swung his scythe.

The blade flashed, like harvesting ears of wheat.

Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult who had ravaged the continent for a century and whose cultivation level reached level ninety-eight, and the supreme ruler of the Holy Spirit Cult, was thus—beheaded and his soul destroyed!

Gula raised his hand and took Zhongliwu's resentful and fearful soul into his grasp, whispering with a hint of regret:
"The Death God Puppet Martial Soul was originally intended to be the perfect vessel for the Death God to walk among humans... It was meant to be left to the angel souls for judgment, to purify darkness with light... But alas, you yourself insisted on coming here to seek death."

After he finished speaking, his figure, along with the enormous phantom of the Sun Pyramid, slowly disappeared into the deepest darkness before dawn, as if he had never existed.

All that remained was a devastated Mingdu, and a terrifying legend about the arrival of death and the fall of the Holy Spirit Cult leader, which quickly spread far and wide.

(End of this chapter)