Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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After a long while, the heavy iron fence was pulled open again.

Tang Yuehua slowly walked out from the dark depths of the prison cell, followed by a thin figure that looked as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

That's white agarwood.

The once spirited and proud young master of the Min clan, who was as proud as a little phoenix, is now like a puppet that has lost its soul.

She lowered her head, and her once bright and lively eyes were now filled with only a lifeless numbness and emptiness.

Long-term imprisonment and mental torture had long since worn away all her sharpness.

Tang Yuehua held her hand tightly, as if she were holding a fragile porcelain doll, her eyes filled with heartache.

Xuanming's gaze swept over Bai Chenxiang, but did not linger for long, nor did he speak.

There's really nothing to say about him and the people of Haotian Sect.

If it weren't for Tang Yuehua, this group of former so-called "number one sects" would probably have rotted away in this dark underground place long ago, and their names would not even be remembered by the world.

As for words like "pitiful" and "innocent," they have long since become irrelevant to him.

"Let's go."

Xuanming turned around and walked out first.

Xuanming only stopped when he had left the oppressive stone forest and was standing under the warm sunshine of Wuhun City.

He turned around, looked at Bai Chenxiang who was still somewhat timid and dared not raise her head, and spoke softly:

"Do you want to help your people survive?"

Bai Chenxiang's body trembled violently.

“Not just lingering on like this, but living with dignity like a human being,” Xuanming added.

Bai Chenxiang raised her head in a somewhat fearful manner, glanced at Xuan Ming, and then quickly lowered her head again, her lips trembling, but she dared not make a sound.

She knew who the man in front of her was.

He is the god of the Martial Soul Empire, the source of that world-destroying divine punishment, and the culprit who caused the Clear Sky Sect to fall to this state.

But at the same time, he is also the only one who can decide their life or death.

Tang Yuehua gently patted Bai Chenxiang's back and said softly, "Xiangxiang, don't be afraid. This is the opportunity Xuanming gave you, and it's also the only opportunity for Haotian Sect. This is all your aunt can do. The rest of the journey is up to you."

She had to shamelessly beg Xuanming for this opportunity.

She knew that Xuanming didn't care about the Haotian Sect or the lives of these people.

Although she felt sorry for her people, she was also aware of her own limits.

Xuanming had already shown great respect to the Haotian Sect by giving them leeway, and she could not ask for more.

After all, her priority should be standing by Xuanming's side, not as a protector of the Haotian Sect.

However, white agarwood is different.

Xuanming didn't dislike the innocent child who was caught up in the situation; in fact, he felt a pang of pity for him.

If Bai Chenxiang were to shoulder this responsibility and serve as the hope for the rebirth of the Haotian Sect, it would be most appropriate.

Looking at Tang Yuehua's encouraging gaze, and then at the high and mighty god, Bai Chenxiang's numbness finally cracked.

She took a deep breath, her voice weak but resolute:
"I...I do."

"very good."

Xuanming nodded without saying a word.

He raised his hand and pointed a finger at Bai Chenxiang's brow.

"boom!"

A vast, boundless, and extremely pure divine power, like a river bursting its banks, instantly poured into Bai Chenxiang's frail body.

Ning Fengzhi, who was standing to the side, suddenly widened his eyes, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

In his perception, Bai Chenxiang's aura, which had plummeted to rock bottom due to long-term imprisonment, suddenly began to surge wildly in that instant!
Soul Emperor... Soul Saint... Soul Douluo...

Bottleneck? It doesn't exist.

Shackles? They're practically useless.

That force swept over Bai Chenxiang's every meridian with domineering brute force, reshaping her martial soul and elevating her life level to a realm unimaginable to ordinary people.

Titled Douluo!

Level 95... Level 98... Level 99!
Finally, the divine barrier that had isolated countless brilliant minds was as thin as paper in the face of this power, and was easily pierced.

Level 100!

god!
Although she was merely a priest without a divine position, Bai Chenxiang had now truly transcended the realm of mortals and entered the realm of gods.

"This...is this the power of God?" Ning Fengzhi murmured to himself, his heart filled with turbulent waves.

He struggled his whole life, and you could even say he schemed his whole life, all just to help the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School advance further.

But now, Xuanming has created a god with just a flick of his wrist! This kind of method is simply unbelievable.

Xuanming withdrew his hand, looked at Bai Chenxiang who was enveloped in golden light and looked bewildered, and said calmly:
“I have not given you a divine position. Right now, you are just a priest.”

"However, I have borrowed a little power from the angel god for you."

As he spoke, Xuanming flicked his fingertip, and a wisp of pure and sacred golden light entered Bai Chenxiang's body.

That was Qian Renxue's angelic power.

"From this moment forward, you are the apostle of the Angel God, the priest of the Angel God."

"What I want you to do is use this power to integrate the remaining members of the Haotian Sect, as well as all those other miscellaneous forces."

"The future Douluo Federation needs all sorts of forces. Since the Clear Sky Sect doesn't want to die, then turn them into a useful weapon for me."

Bai Chenxiang stared blankly at the surging, ocean-like power within her body, her mind a complete blank.

One moment she was an ant in a death row cell, the next she became a high and mighty priestess.
The huge difference left her completely bewildered for a moment.

Xuanming didn't urge her, but simply waited quietly for her to process everything.

A moment later, his gaze turned to Ning Fengzhi, who was still in shock.

“Speaker Ning.”

"Ah? Your subordinate is here!" Ning Fengzhi suddenly came to his senses and quickly bowed.

Xuanming looked him up and down, then thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"As the future Speaker of the Douluo Federation, you will also be in charge of the affairs of the entire continent. Your current strength is indeed a bit insufficient."

Ning Fengzhi smiled wryly. Although he was at the pinnacle of support-type Soul Masters, he did indeed seem somewhat powerless in this era where gods frequently appeared.

"Never mind, it's just a small favor."

Xuanming raised his hand again and pointed out with the same finger.

"boom!"

This time, it is a gentler yet equally vast power.

Ning Fengzhi felt as if he were immersed in a warm ocean, and the martial soul bottleneck that had troubled him for many years instantly melted away.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda automatically emerged in the light, its number of layers continuously increasing until it finally settled at nine layers, radiating a dazzling divine light.

Nine Treasures Glazed Tower!
Moreover, not only did his martial soul evolve, but his soul power also soared like a rocket, directly crossing the threshold of Title Douluo and entering the realm of God!
Furthermore, Xuanming followed the same method, bestowing upon him another portion of the angelic power.

"This……"

Ning Fengzhi felt the sacred and powerful force within his body, and was so excited that he trembled all over. He was about to kneel down to express his gratitude.

"Alright, stop kneeling." Xuanming waved his hand. "Given our relationship, you don't need to do that. I'm giving you power so you can work better."

“I know that going directly from the Empire to the Federation is a big step, and there will be a lot of resistance. Neither the interests of the old nobles nor the mindset of the remnants of the two great empires can be changed overnight.”

"However, if there is absolute military support to supervise and oversee things, many things become simpler."

Xuanming looked at Ning Fengzhi and Bai Chenxiang.

"As for Chen Xin and Gu Rong... I'll ask Bibi Dong after a while to see if she's willing to share a portion of the Asura God Power as well."

"If we bring in a few priests of the Asura God to be enforcers, I think those who don't obey will behave much better."

"a hundred years."

Xuanming raised a finger.

“I will give you a hundred years. A hundred years from now, I want to see a Douluo Federation that has truly eliminated barriers, is unified, and is prosperous.”

"Can it be done?"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, and the shock in his eyes turned into a determined light.

He knew that this was a test given to him by Xuanming, but also an opportunity for the entire Douluo Continent.

"Your subordinate... will certainly not fail in your mission!"

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After finishing explaining the trivial matters of Douluo Continent, Xuanming did not linger.

For him now, everything in the mortal world is too insignificant, so insignificant that even those earth-shattering grudges and feuds of the past are now nothing more than dust in the blink of an eye.

He tore through space, took a step, and was already back in the realm of gods.

Nine-colored divine light swirled around him, and the central hub of the divine realm trembled slightly at his return, as if cheering for its master's return.

However, before Xuanming could catch his breath, a familiar figure appeared in front of him in a hurry, accompanied by a fragrant breeze.

It's Bibi Dong.

Now, clad in the armor of the Asura God, with dark red divine power flowing around her, she exudes an even more fierce and ruthless aura than her already noble and aloof demeanor.

But at this moment, the look in her eyes as she gazed at Xuanming held less of its usual majesty and more of an inexplicable urgency. (End of Chapter)