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

Chapter 925 The Demon Emperor's Holy Spirit Cult is destroyed, and Huo Yuhao is resurrected!
A year later, at a villa on the outskirts of Mingdu.

The evening glow shone through the curtains and onto the warm floor of the living room.

Lu Jun rarely finished his work early for the day. He leaned back in the soft sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Hyotei sat beside him, carefully massaging his stiff shoulders with practiced ease.

Xue Di then gently placed a cup of perfectly warm, calming tea on the tea table in front of him.

Just then, the advanced soul-guided communicator on Lu Jun's wrist vibrated slightly, projecting an urgent encrypted briefing from the Federal Supreme Council.

He opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the rapidly scrolling text on the screen.

The briefing was clear and inspiring: After two years of comprehensive and continuous all-domain perception scanning by the current ruler of the plane, Emperor Yue, and the precise and powerful strikes of the Federation army, all known abyssal creatures and sources of pollution, including dozens of Black Emperor-level strongholds, lurking throughout Douluo Star, have been confirmed to have been completely eliminated and purified.

At the same time, the investigation department also thoroughly investigated the reasons why abyssal creatures could infiltrate and hide on such a large scale for such a long time.

The root cause lies in the Holy Spirit Cult, which has long since declined but whose ghost still lingers!

In particular, its leader, the Demon Emperor, somehow managed to contact and cooperate with the Abyss Plane. Using her special abilities and understanding of spatial barriers, she quietly tore open several tiny, extremely difficult-to-detect cracks in the plane barrier of Douluo Star, which was already damaged by wars throughout the ages, thus opening a back door for the infiltration of Abyss creatures.

Now, the Demon Emperor and his remaining loyal followers of the Holy Spirit Cult have been completely wiped out by the combined efforts of several god-level powerhouses in the Federation.

Those hidden dimensional rifts have been repaired and reinforced one by one by Di Yue, who mobilized the power of the dimensional origin.

After reading the briefing, Lu Jun paused slightly, a look of surprise on his face.

The Demon Emperor was a god-level being, and he was just wiped out by the Federation like that?

So clean and efficient?

He paused for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, downing the lukewarm tea in his cup in one gulp.

Yes, times have changed.

Today, Douluo Star is teeming with god-level powerhouses, and its high-end combat strength is vastly different from what it used to be.

The Federation's war machine operates efficiently under clear objectives, with the plane's ruler personally overseeing the map.

The hidden power of the Demon Emperor and the Holy Spirit Cult is indeed insufficient in the face of the now dominant Douluo Alliance.

Their demise was an inevitable end.

Setting down his teacup, Lu Jun gazed at the setting sun outside the window, a sharp glint flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Internal troubles have been eliminated, and obstacles have been removed.

So next, we must face the long-planned all-out war from a distant alternate dimension.

He exhaled softly, leaning back deeper into the sofa, a calm and confident smile slowly curving his lips.

Douluo Star is now a powerful and well-equipped nation, united in purpose.

Crimson Realm...

come on.

We have been waiting for a long time.

However, just as the entire Douluo Continent was basking in the high-spirited atmosphere of rapid development and active preparation for war, an ancient family that had been lurking in the shadows and forced into silence for a long time due to the powerful rise of Lu Jun and the Federation finally couldn't hold back any longer and revealed their last trump card, which they had been planning for thousands of years and could be described as insane.

Beneath the glamorous surface of Mingdu lies another area, facing the Federal Parliament building, hidden behind layers of soul-guided shielding arrays and spatial folding technology.

This is the true core of our family's millennia-old heritage.

After passing through several alloy gates that require dual verification of bloodline and special soul power fluctuations, and taking a high-speed soul-guided elevator vertically downwards thousands of meters underground, you finally arrive at a huge underground space that is completely different from the ancient and magnificent architectural style of the outside world, and is full of cold futuristic technology.

The silver-white alloy walls are smooth as a mirror, reflecting the constant, cool white light from the overhead shadowless lamps.

The air was filled with a faint scent of ozone and the distinctive aroma of some kind of high-level energy liquid.

Countless sophisticated and complex soul-guiding instruments were arranged neatly like a silent metal forest, and the data stream on the screen refreshed rapidly like a waterfall, emitting an extremely faint hum.

This is the God-Making Laboratory, secretly built by the Qian Gu family with astronomical resources and through dozens of generations of talent.

At this moment, in the central area of ​​the laboratory, everyone's eyes were focused on the largest device.

It was a cylindrical, transparent culture tank that was over ten meters tall and more than five meters in diameter.

The tank walls are made of a transparent alloy with extremely high strength, and the inside is filled with a maintenance fluid that emits a soft, pale green light and exudes a powerful life force.

The liquid flowed slowly, as if it had the pulse of life.

And in the center of this life-giving fluid, a complete male body floats silently.

In front of the cultivation tank, two figures were almost pressed against the cold, transparent wall. Their faces were contorted and flushed with extreme excitement and ecstasy. Their breathing was heavy, and their eyes were fixed on the bodies inside the tank, as if they were gazing at the most precious treasure in the world.

It was Qian Gu Dongfeng, the current head of the Qian Gu family, and Qian Gu Die Ting, the family's ancestor, who had recently broken through to the level 100 godhood.

"We...we did it! We really did it!"

Qian Gu Dong Feng's voice was hoarse and trembling with excitement. He pointed at the culture tank, his fingers shaking.

"Did you see that? Did you see that? Huo Yuhao, the Spirit Ice Douluo, the strongest human in the history of Douluo Continent, he... he's right here! He's been... resurrected by our Qian Gu family!"

Qian Gu Die Ting's aged face was also flushed with fervor. He forcibly steadied his body, which was slightly weak from excitement, and a terrifying light flashed in his cloudy eyes:
"God bless my family! God bless my family! East Wind, this is the result of thousands of years of accumulation and the blood and sweat of dozens of generations... a miracle! It is the ultimate key for our family to return to its peak and even rule the world!"

Their ecstasy was not unfounded.

The body of Huo Yuhao before us is by no means a simple clone or mimicry.

It is the ultimate creation that the ancient family has painstakingly crafted by expending unimaginable resources, utilizing the highest forbidden technology accumulated by the Spirit Pagoda over ten thousand years, combining the purest life essence extracted from the remains of the ancient golden tree, and using divine craftsmanship to forge it with divine metals forged over countless days as its skeletal framework and energy circuits.

It can be said that this body itself is an unprecedented and unparalleled living artifact that perfectly combines the pinnacle of biotechnology and soul-guided forging techniques!

Its sturdiness and potential far surpass those of ordinary four-character battle armor.

The key to endowing this powerful body with a soul and memories is a soul guide chip, only the size of a fingernail, which has been secretly preserved by the ancient family for ten thousand years.

That was one of the legacies left by Huo Yuhao, the Ice Douluo, ten thousand years ago before his mysterious disappearance, to the Spirit Pagoda, which he had founded and was still in its infancy at the time.

The chip contains all of Huo Yuhao's cultivation insights, combat experience, soul tool design ideas, and even some memory fragments, personally recorded at each stage.

(End of this chapter)