Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky

Chapter 261 Holy Soul Master! The Power of Faith and the State Religion's Territory

Almost simultaneously, the six men let out muffled groans or growls, a mixture of pain and relief, and their bodies trembled violently.

The purification process has officially begun.

The gray-black evil aura on the Zhongli brothers, Yan Feng, Wang Xiaolei, and the other three brothers melted away as quickly as oil exposed to the blazing sun.

Amidst the violent fluctuations in their auras, their martial spirits began to undergo a fundamental transformation at an astonishing speed.

The eerie, cold feeling gradually disappeared, slowly becoming clear, and then, light.

An unprecedented light, a light that they had once loathed and feared, now flowed into their parched soul veins like a sweet spring, bringing life and power.

Their soul power even becomes purer and more refined in the process.

However, at this moment, most people are not focused on them, but on another place where something unexpected seems to have happened.

Tang Ya.

When the lines representing the origin of evil were severed by the golden lightsaber, the dark blue silver grass on Tang Ya's body faded from its inky color at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to the light blue of ordinary blue silver grass, and even faint golden patterns appeared on the edges.

However, as the evil energy belonging to the Dark Blue Silver Grass was forcibly purified and stripped away more deeply by the golden light, Tang Ya's aura did not show a steady and firm increase like Yan Feng and Wang Xiaolei's; instead, it rapidly declined.

Even her life force began to slip away uncontrollably.

Tang Ya was already well-liked in the sect, and at this moment when everyone was watching, every little change in her touched everyone's hearts. Nan Qiuqiu and Ye Guyi, who were standing at the front, suddenly became nervous.

Kong Tianxu's expression remained unchanged, but he quietly increased the output of the Life Gold, and the vast life force surged into Tang Ya's body, barely maintaining that delicate balance on the verge of collapse.

He had anticipated this situation. Tang Ya was different from the other five. The evil energy had poisoned her body to a greater extent than he had initially expected. It was as if the evil energy had become deeply entangled with her life essence, sharing a symbiotic relationship.

Purifying the evil energy is equivalent to purifying the very essence of her life. When the evil energy completely disappears, Tang Ya's life force will also come to an end.

Even though Kong Tianxu possessed the treasure of the Life Gold, he could not reverse this symbiotic demise at the fundamental level.

But what moved Kong Tianxu was that Tang Ya herself was clearly aware of this.

She clearly felt her life force rapidly draining away, felt the approach of death, yet her face showed no fear, no resistance, but rather a serene relief. She even actively guided that sacred power, not only purifying the evil energy, but also seemingly welcoming the end that would purify her life force along with it.

It seems that even in death, she would rather die than return to that state of a pure evil spirit master.

However, since Kong Tianxu chose her as one of the main characters to perform this great show, how could he not be confident?

During the purification process of the transformation between the holy and the evil, Tang Ya's life force will inevitably be worn down, but the evil aura that has lost its source will be consumed even faster and more fiercely.

As long as the spontaneous power of the martial soul's origin is unleashed, it is possible to truly turn the tables and reverse the trend of decline.

But this needs a trigger.

Kong Tianxu stared into Tang Ya's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, and said slowly in a strange voice that only the two of them could hear clearly, "You asked me before if I remembered you, and now I'll answer you."

"I not only remember you, I know exactly who you are."

"You are Tang Ya, the one who ran off to Tianling City."

Upon hearing those words, a faint blush miraculously appeared on Tang Ya's deathly pale face. She forced a slight movement of her lips toward Kong Tianxu, and as she listened to his slightly teasing tone, she seemed to temporarily forget the approaching death and the appropriate distance between them.

Seeing that she seemed to be getting better, Nan Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief, but Kong Tianxu knew that this was just the last flicker before the flame of her life went out.

Her eyes, which appeared exceptionally clear under the pale golden light, began to close heavily. Tang Ya felt her consciousness sinking into an unfathomable abyss.

In her ever-descending sea of ​​consciousness, hundreds of invisible threads began to extend, reaching into the deepest, most hidden corners of her heart.

Finally, Kong Tianxu reached the bottom.

Deep in my memory, there is a fire, and two blurry figures of a middle-aged man and woman lie slumped in a pool of blood, seemingly muttering something.

The next moment, Kong Tianxu's voice rang in her ears as if carved by a knife and axe: "Tang Clan Leader, Tang Ya."

Tang Ya's unfocused gaze jolted, and she began to refocus with difficulty. A glimmer of light slowly condensed in her eyes.

"You know—me—?"

In what she believed to be the final moments of her life, the identity she cherished most, and which carried the heaviest burden, was so clearly awakened, bringing her immense comfort and an indescribable sense of emotion.

Kong Tianxu remained unmoved: "If you survive, I will tell you how to make the Tang Clan rise again, and how the Tang Clan fell to this state—"

"The real reason."

Like a thunderclap!

Like the sharpest hook, it pierced and seized the soul on the verge of sinking. Tang Ya's eyes, which had been almost lifeless, were suddenly ignited by an unparalleled obsession, radiating an unimaginable brilliance.

Tang Sect! This was the core of her lingering regret, the source of her sleepless nights and agonizing pain, the very thing that sustained her as she rose from despair only to plunge back into darkness!

If we survive, we can find out the method that made the Tang Clan rise to power, and also the real reason for its decline.

"Guanyin's Tears".

With his last bargaining chip, Kong Tianxu completely broke through Tang Ya's defenses.

A low growl, a mixture of extreme pain and struggle, erupted from deep within Tang Ya's throat. Her previously limp body suddenly tensed like a bow, and the Blue Silver Grass martial soul within her seemed to sense the host's extremely strong will to survive, bursting forth with an astonishing response!

Although Blue Silver Grass is one of the weakest of the soul beasts, its tenacity and resilience are unparalleled among all plants.

At this moment, driven by Tang Ya's fiercely ignited will to survive, the primal power deep within her martial soul, containing a trace of the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline, erupted completely. The dying embers of her life, as if fueled by the most intense oil, burst into flames.

Up!

The lush green grass grew wildly, wrapping around and enveloping Tang Ya, its pale golden veins becoming increasingly clear, as if the veins of life were being illuminated.

A faint yet exceptionally tenacious life force struggled to emerge from the life essence that had been almost assimilated by the power of purification, desperately resisting the momentum of life force loss.

But that wasn't enough. This outburst actually consumed Tang Ya's already limited life essence.

Kong Tianxu's eyes narrowed, and a point of bluish-gold light appeared at his fingertips.

Long Xiaoyao, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly contracted his pupils.

This is----?!

Everything before Tang Ya's eyes seemed to have vanished, leaving only a desolate wasteland. Yet, within this wasteland, a faint indigo halo appeared.

That was a seed.

Wildfire cannot burn it all; the spring breeze brings it back to life. The new shoots that sprout from the dead find refuge with the deity that gave them new life.

Time, frozen in a sense of solemnity where the sacred, the evil, and life and death intertwine, flows slowly and steadily.

at last

The dazzling holy light that enveloped the six people slowly receded like a tide. The phantom of the Holy Spirit Puppet returned to its balanced state of black and white, quietly retracted its wings, and hovered silently behind Kong Tianxu.

The figures of the six people reappeared clearly in the shocked gaze of the crowd.

The dark soul fire in the eye sockets of the bone dragon behind Yan Feng had now turned into a bright gold, filled with a pure aura of light. The bone dragon raised its ferocious head and let out a silent yet soul-shaking roar. Golden light streamed down its cheekbones like tears, a mixture of holiness and eeriness.

The snake scales covering the three Zhongli brothers were no longer just a deathly gray; clear golden patterns appeared at the edges. Even their faces seemed to have become ten years younger, their sinister aura gone, replaced by a healthy rosy glow.

The most astonishing change was in Wang Xiaolei.

He was no longer that terrifying, pale skeleton. Under the combined effects of Kong Tianxu's final infusion of pure life force and divine purification, he truly achieved the shocking effect of flesh and bone healing, with flesh and skin regenerating.

Although still thin, he now looked like a normal young man with a pale face, his eyes filled with unbelievable excitement and tears.

The lich phantom behind him still retained some undead characteristics, but the swirling black mist had transformed into pale golden holy flames, its aura bright and clear.

Even their soul power fluctuations were not weakened by the purification; on the contrary, they were subtly improved.

The group exchanged glances, and in each other's eyes they saw unbelievable ecstasy and excitement. Unable to contain their emotions any longer, they all looked up to the sky and roared in unison.

There was no trace of evil, only surging light and passion!

In the center of them, Tang Ya was gently lifted by countless blue silver grass vines covered with pale gold sacred patterns, and slowly opened her eyes.

The dark aura around her had vanished without a trace, replaced by a peaceful yet resilient fluctuation of light.

The soul power emanating from these six people at this moment was clearly of pure light attribute!

"Purified, truly purified—"

"The Evil Martial Soul has transformed into a Light Martial Soul?!"

"How is this possible—this is a miracle! A true miracle!"

Yes, it's a miracle, a feat that overturns all common sense in the world of Soul Masters! No one has ever heard of an evil Martial Soul being able to have its attributes completely reversed and purified!

After a brief silence, a deafening roar of exclamations and discussions erupted! All the evil spirit masters, especially those newly awakened ones who had not yet begun to fall, had Xi Jinping's eyes blazing with a frenzied fervor and desire.

Kong Tianxu did not stop.

He closed his eyes slightly, because of this purification, he could clearly feel the six souls of complete conversion and gratitude connected with him, and six tiny golden lights appeared out of thin air within his body.

That was pure and devout mental power.

So this is the power of faith.

Instead of absorbing this power of faith to strengthen the two divine positions within him or himself, he casually pointed a finger in the air.

Six golden rays, like fireflies with sentience, flew lightly toward the six people who had just completed their purification and disappeared into their brows.

"Welcome to your new life, and with my blessing."

All six people shuddered simultaneously.

Immediately, the ecstasy on their faces turned into utter shock.

As they were experiencing their newfound power of light, they instantly felt a boundless power that transcended the light, like a seed planted deep within their martial spirit essence.

In Yan Feng's hands, he held up a cluster of bone dragon fire with a pale golden, holy halo around its edges. His voice was completely distorted with excitement: "This, this is—?!"

The moment the flame appeared, even someone with Feng Ling's cultivation level involuntarily took a half-step back. All the other evil soul masters also instinctively revealed a complex expression of fear and longing, subconsciously moving away from the golden light.

"Holy Attribute————"

Ye Guyi's delicate body trembled violently, and she took a step back, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring intently at the holy aura emanating from the six people.

Although faint, like water without a source, the essence of that aura was indeed no different from her proud Holy Angel Martial Soul!

Yes, this is the Divine attribute, one of the strongest attributes that transcends light!

It is naturally able to suppress all evil spirits, has absolute power to suppress attributes such as darkness, evil, and the undead, and has almost no natural enemies.

This is also the foundation upon which her Sacred Angel Martial Soul was able to surpass ordinary ultimate Martial Souls and become one of the most top Martial Souls in the world.

Even if the divine power within those six people was weak and unable to regenerate itself, it was still genuine divine attribute!

This means that at crucial moments, they can briefly unleash powerful combat strength comparable to that of a Divine Martial Soul Master, instantly boosting their overall strength by one level.

Is this an evil spirit master? This is practically a holy spirit master!

Of course, this comes with conditions. Obtaining six seeds of faith power from Kong Tianxu means that their cultivation can be devoured by Kong Tianxu at any time, and their life or death is only a matter of a thought.

"Now," Kong Tianxu's voice resounded through the sanctuary once more. He slightly opened his arms, his voice like warm sunshine, dispelling the last chill and fear within the sanctuary, "you can now celebrate your new life."

These words were like lighting the final fuse.

"Bang!"

Wang Xiaolei was the first to kneel heavily on the ground, his head slamming down with a dull thud.

Next came the three Zhongli brothers and Yan Feng. Finally, there was Tang Ya, struggling to get up from the Blue Silver Grass vines, tears streaming down her face.

With the utmost devotion and humility, the six offered their highest respect and loyalty to the being who had given them new life.

"Holy Emperor! Holy Emperor! Holy Emperor!!!"

It is unknown who shouted the first word, but then, like a wildfire, all the Holy Spirit followers who witnessed this "miracle," whether in black or white robes, whether willingly or unwillingly, were completely conquered by Kong Tianxu's incredible power to purify evil spirits and bestow holiness!

Who would willingly spend their days surrounded by evil, fear, and pursuit if they could be a normal Soul Master?

Hope! They truly saw hope in breaking the curse!

Zhang Peng broke down in tears, frantically kowtowing, his forehead slamming against the ground with loud thuds. He longed for this purification and vindication more than anyone else.

Kong Tianxu slightly raised his hand.

The thunderous shouts gradually subsided, but the eyes that were fixed on him were now filled with unprecedented fervor and loyalty.

He gently helped the weak Tang Ya up and handed her over to Cain, who was standing nearby, to look after her temporarily.

His gaze slowly swept over the sea of ​​excited followers kneeling below, over Long Xiaoyao with a look of satisfaction, over Ye Guyi with eyes full of shock and contemplation, and finally landed on Xu Tianzhen, who was watching him intently from the side of the throne.

"Today, you have witnessed the path of light. From this day forward, the Church of the Holy Spirit will no longer cower in the shadows, nor bear the stigma of evil."

He took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly became majestic and impassioned, filled with undeniable ambition and domineering power, resounding throughout the entire sanctuary, as if it were about to pierce through the dome and proclaim to the world: "I will lead you to declare to all:"

"Tell them who truly owns the continent!"

Ambitions are growing.

"Let them know who truly deserves to stand in the sunlight!"

Hope lies in longing.

"We want the billions of living beings on the Douluo Continent to witness firsthand that 'the Holy Spirit reigns supreme!'"

"Holy Spirit is supreme! Holy Emperor is eternal!!!" The even more fervent roars and cheers almost lifted the entire dome of the sanctuary.

Amidst the growing uproar, Kong Tianxu descended the steps of the golden throne and stood before Xu Tianzhen.

The surrounding noise seemed to disappear in an instant.

Eyes facing each other.

"Naive, this is the real me, ruling the Holy Spirits in the name of the Holy Emperor." Kong Tianxu looked around his kingdom, his ambition and majesty undisguised.

"The Holy Spirit Cult will soon become the state religion of the Sun and Moon Empire."

He slowly extended his hand to Xu Tianzhen, palm facing upwards.

"So, are you willing to stand with me, bringing your empire?"

This sentence contains so much; it is both beautiful and heavy.

Xu Tianzhen quietly looked at Kong Tianxu, at the undeniable authority in his eyes, and at the tenderness beneath that authority that was reserved only for her.

Then, she smiled.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Tianzhen extended her fair and slender hand and firmly placed it into his outstretched, warm palm.

"I do."

"Of course I'd like to."

She took a step forward, tilted her head slightly, and gazed intently at Kong Tianxu, her eyes filled with unreserved trust and love. She murmured softly, "I have experienced—a world without you."

"Only then did I realize that without you, everything in the world would lose its meaning."

Then, her voice returned to its clear tone, echoing throughout the now silent sanctuary: "However, Your Majesty, you are mistaken about one thing."

She took a half step back, her smile growing even brighter, a blend of princess pride and girlish charm.

That's not "your empire".

"It is our empire."

As soon as she finished speaking, she calmly stood on the other side of Cain, flanking the Sword of Heavenly Slaughter, like the most loyal guardians, protecting Kong Tianxu.

Kong Tianxu looked at her intently, and the last trace of worry in his heart vanished.

He squeezed her hand tightly, then, pulling her and Cain together, slowly turned around and sat down again on the golden throne that symbolized supreme power.

Xu Tianzhen stood to his left, and Cain stood to his right.

Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui exchanged a smile and bowed slightly in greeting.

Below the steps, led by the three brothers Tang Ya, Yan Feng, Wang Xiaolei, and Zhong Li, Zhang Peng and all the Holy Spirit followers knelt in a dense mass, their heads bowed low, like the most devout subjects worshipping their supreme emperor.

The light cascading from the dome of the sanctuary seemed to become even more magnificent and sacred at this moment, focusing entirely on the young figure on the throne.

The Holy Spirit Puppet still exists, the Holy Dragon has reappeared, and the Dark Demon God Tiger prostrates himself beneath the Supreme Being, gazing upon the four corpses solidified into the shape of crosses, as if they were eternal.

Sacred and evil, majesty and cruelty, light and darkness, royal power and divine power—all are perfectly unified in one body in such a breathtaking and soul-stirring way.

He sat enthroned, crowned by light and sceptered by shadow. He was like a god walking among mortals.

Authority and power, fear and awe, loyalty and faith, all intertwine and are sublimated here.

It belongs to the Holy Emperor.

"The legend is true, he really is the Holy Emperor, he really can purify evil soul masters—"

Zhongli Wu knelt on the ground, his heart no longer filled with resentment, but instead with a feeling he himself had never anticipated—

--remorse.

Even he, this ambitious Holy Spirit leader, a tyrant at the pinnacle of darkness, felt a yearning and desire for light and holiness that stemmed from his very life instincts.

More importantly, he clearly realized that with his talent and accumulated experience, once he could be purified like Yan Feng and Wang Xiaolei, transforming into attributes of light or even holiness, he could break free from the increasingly heavy backlash and cultivation constraints of the evil martial soul, and breaking through to level 98 would be within reach.

Even reaching the Limit Douluo realm is just around the corner!

If—if I could also be purified—

Once this thought arises, it spreads like wildfire and can never be extinguished.

Power! Pure and mighty power! And with it, a longer life and a brighter future!

At this moment, the current leader of the Holy Spirit Cult truly felt the urge to repent and completely submit. All ambition and power seemed insignificant before such a supreme path.

However, some things, once done, can never be undone.

"Master Zhongli".

Just as his heart was surging with emotion, and he was contemplating when to pray for that grace.

From the deepest part of the sea of ​​the spirit, a calm voice suddenly rang out.

Zhongli Wu's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously looked up at the golden throne. On the throne, the Holy Emperor, who had just established supreme authority and granted everyone a new life, was looking down at him.

The young emperor wore a warm, spring-like smile.

"I have one more thing to say—" The mental fluctuations continued, unhurriedly.

"I need your help with a small matter."

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