Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 231 The Demon Dimension Opens

Lu Jun's idea was very simple.

Just don't steal my monster.

Yuan Enzhen and the others twitched their lips slightly.

Is it because they think we're in their way?

Alright, whatever makes you happy, Your Majesty...

“Yuan En Ye Hui.” Lu Jun turned to the girl in the arena.

Yuan Enhui's body trembled. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and walked to Lu Jun's blurry figure.

“I am ready, Your Majesty.” Her voice trembled slightly.

Lu Jun didn't say much. He slowly raised his seemingly illusory hand, made of light spots, and gently placed it on Yuan En Hui's fragrant shoulder.

Upon touching it, you can feel the warmth of the girl's skin and her slight trembling even through her clothes.

"Bear with it." A grand yet calm voice rang out between the two, carrying a hint of warning, "The infusion of divine power, simulating the realm of a titled being sealed, may cause some discomfort during the process."

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast, boundless, extremely cold, and terrifying power, as if containing the chill of the entire far north ice plain for thousands of years, poured into Yuanen Yehui's body without reservation and brutally through that illusory palm, like a burst dam of a galaxy!

"what--!!!"

Yuan Enhui let out a shrill scream.

This was not just a slight discomfort; she felt as if her body was a fragile husk forcibly stuffed into the entire ocean.

An unimaginably violent energy surged through her fragile meridians, causing every cell to groan and swell, as if it were about to burst, tear apart, and turn to dust at any moment.

Excruciating pain, a tearing pain, instantly swept over every nerve in her body.

Her vision went black, her body convulsed violently and uncontrollably, and her skin even developed spiderweb-like cracks radiating an icy blue light due to the frenzied impact of internal energy.

Just when she thought she was about to die and be completely burst apart by this terrifying divine power.

A purer, deeper, and seemingly life-originating power of extreme cold emanated from the core of her body, which had been impacted by divine power, like the gentlest protective barrier.

This force, gentle yet powerful, precisely enveloped her collapsing meridians, cells, and even the very essence of her soul, forming an indestructible ice shell.

Is it the ultimate form of ice?
This power that protected her essence and isolated her from the damage of the raging divine power was none other than the purest and ultimate ice attribute.

This familiar, icy power, imbued with the aura of absolute zero, acted like a lighthouse in the darkness, allowing Yuanen Yehui to grasp a sliver of clarity amidst boundless suffering.

An absurd yet incredibly clear thought struck her chaotic consciousness like lightning:

The ultimate ice... Lu Jun?
But how is that possible?

Lu Jun is only a four-ring Soul Master. No matter how strong his talent is, he could not possibly possess such vast, pure, and even divine-power-simulating ultimate ice.

Moreover, the one in front of us is a genuine god who slapped a Limit Douluo away.

Yuan Enhui chuckled to himself, forcibly suppressing this absurd thought.

It must be that the power attribute of the deity is also the ultimate ice, right?

It must be a coincidence...

The moment that thought flashed through her mind.

Deep within her body, the foreign entity that her family had always considered the source of a curse and that the gods called the seed of a demon finally awakened after sensing the vast and powerful divine power fluctuations simulated at the level of a Title Douluo. A completely different dark aura, filled with coldness, filth, and boundless greed, like a venomous snake that had lain dormant for millennia, suddenly poked its ferocious head out from the deepest part of her martial soul's origin.

Under Lu Jun's precise control, the vast divine power, like a rushing galaxy, was violently poured into Yuanen Yehui's body, simulating the immense pressure of a Title Douluo.

Protected by the essence of extreme ice, this power did not truly destroy her foundation, but rather acted as the strongest catalyst, precisely piercing the dormant core of her martial soul, the demon seed.

Yuan Enhui's screams abruptly stopped, not because the pain had disappeared, but because her consciousness was instantly and completely overwhelmed by an irresistible torrent of darkness originating from the deepest part of her bloodline.

Her body slumped down, gently supported by an invisible, icy force, hovering beside Lu Jun's blurry figure.

His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his pale face, as if he had fallen into the deepest sleep.

However, her consciousness plunged into an endless, viscous, inky abyss of darkness.

In the heart of the abyss, a warm light shines.

In the light, a figure she had longed for gradually became clear—it was Yuan En Ye Hui's mother.

Chestnut-colored long hair, gentle eyes, a familiar smile, filled with endless love and longing, slowly opening its arms towards her.

"mom!"

Yuan Enhui's soul let out a silent cry, rushing headlong towards that warm light.

She longed to rush into that long-lost embrace and pour out all her grievances, pain, and longing.

However, no matter how hard she ran or how desperately she reached out, the embrace that was so close was like a mirage, forever separated by that final, insurmountable distance.

"Hui'er, my daughter..."

My mother's voice was still gentle, but it carried an indescribable emptiness.

Suddenly, the gentle light began to distort violently.

My mother's clear, autumn-water-like eyes were instantly replaced by a deep, swirling purple that seemed capable of devouring the soul.

That purple hue is filled with endless allure and decadence.

"Do not--"

Yuan Enhui was horrified to see that behind her mother, a pair of enormous demonic wings, covered in jet-black scales and flowing with viscous darkness, suddenly tore apart the gentle illusion and opened with a roar.

On his forehead, two long, curved, menacing horns, gleaming with a purplish-black light, pierced through his skin and emerged dripping with blood.

The mother's body swelled and deformed wildly amidst agonizing screams, her fair skin covered with purplish-black scales, and an intense, suffocating aura of absolute darkness erupted like a tsunami, instantly engulfing the last ray of light.

"Darkness descends, only through fall can one find freedom." The mother's voice changed completely, becoming hoarse, alluring, and filled with seductive magic, like the whispers of a demon echoing deep within the soul, "Awaken, my daughter, awaken, the endless magic that slumbers in your blood."

The voice was like a spell, drawing Yuanen Yehui's consciousness in.

A powerful, cold, and violent force began to spread throughout her body in the dream, causing her to tremble violently involuntarily.

Thick, almost tangible dark power, like countless cold, venomous snakes, frantically burrowed into her limbs and bones, brutally reshaping her body.

A torrent of cold, insane thoughts, filled with endless negative emotions such as bloodshed, slaughter, fear, and destruction, poured into her mental sea, attempting to completely merge with her consciousness.

A thirst for killing, a bloodthirsty desire is boiling!

At that moment, she felt her blood become cold and viscous, like filthy demon blood.

(End of this chapter)