Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao's Dual Transmigration into the Peerless Dragon King

Without sunlight, the sky was a murky, dark purplish-black, with thick, heavy demonic mist hanging low like lead blocks, pressing down on the entire sky so tightly that it was impenetrable.

The air was thick with a pungent, decaying odor, filled with destructive and corrosive energy. One felt a dryness in their throat with every breath, as if even their soul power would slowly dissolve under the corrosive influence of this environment.

Beneath their feet lay a desolate wasteland of broken bones, with shattered dark purple magic rocks scattered everywhere, and countless skeletons layered upon each other, covering the earth.

The massive ravines and fissures crisscrossed like wounds repeatedly cut by a sharp blade, with dark red magma surging from the depths and emitting scalding, turbid air.

As far as the eye can see, not a blade of grass grows; no plant can survive on this land. Only the remnants of flesh and blood are visible everywhere, clinging to the cracks in the rocks and between the bones, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

Gu Yuena gazed at this hellish scene, her brows furrowing slightly: "This... is the Abyss Plane?"

Huo Yuhao nodded, his gaze sweeping over the broken bones and cracked ground around him. He said in a deep voice, "This place is filled with the most primal killing intent. It seems that this abyss plane maintains its operation by constantly devouring other planes."

"Otherwise, with such an extreme corrosive environment and intense energy consumption, it would have collapsed on its own long ago."

Behind the two, Tang Hao, who was trapped like a dumpling, also rolled his eyes, taking in the scene of this abyss.

His face was ashen, his lips were taut, and his eyes held a complex light.

He knew he was powerless to stop what was happening before him and could only be bound and watch helplessly as Huo Yuhao sabotaged his son's plans step by step.

Just then, a deep voice suddenly resounded throughout the sky: "Humans, how dare you venture deep into the heart of my abyss! You're courting death!"

Clearly, the powerful beings of the Abyss have discovered Huo Yuhao and his companions.

Before he finished speaking, an overwhelming and suffocating spiritual force swept over Huo Yuhao and the other two.

The spiritual power surged like a tidal wave, carrying intense killing intent and malice. If it were an ordinary Limit Douluo, this single impact would probably have shaken his soul and caused him to bleed from his mouth and nose.

However, Huo Yuhao and the other two simply stood firmly in place, their faces expressionless.

Any one of them has already surpassed the level of Limit Douluo.

That overwhelming and powerful spiritual force came quickly and went quickly, like a storm suddenly subsiding, disappearing completely in an instant.

Clearly, its owner had realized that these three were not opponents that could be shaken by mental power alone.

Huo Yuhao looked up and saw a figure silently appearing in mid-air opposite him.

It was a human-shaped man with delicate features and a handsome face, wearing a large black robe.

This person was none other than the Emperor of the second layer of the abyss, the Spirit Emperor.

While the Abyss Saint King was in a deep slumber, he managed almost all the daily affairs of the entire Abyss Plane. He held a high position and great power, and his strength was not to be underestimated, especially his formidable mental strength.

But at this moment, Emperor Ling's expression was unusually grave.

He calmly observed the three people before him, growing increasingly suspicious and uncertain as he couldn't discern the depth of any of their cultivation levels.

How is this possible? When did such a powerful being emerge among humanity?

Moreover, this is the heart of the abyss, where the environment is so erosive that even humans would suffer a significant reduction in strength here, yet they seem to be completely unaffected.

Emperor Ling's heart was filled with alarm bells, and he had already secretly sent out distress signals to the other emperors. However, he tried his best to maintain his composure and tentatively asked, "Who are you?"

This demeanor was completely different from the arrogant and aggressive attitude he had displayed just moments before.

Huo Yuhao had no intention of wasting time with these abyssal creatures. He merely glanced at the Spirit Emperor casually, his gaze indifferent.

The next moment, the Spirit Emperor's body disintegrated silently, without even a scream, and he completely vanished from the spot, leaving no trace.

Tang Hao saw it clearly from behind, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He could naturally tell that the Spirit Emperor had not escaped, but had been killed by Huo Yuhao in an instant.

There was no chance to fight back or struggle; it was as clean and swift as crushing an ant.

With the fall of the Spirit Emperor, the entire Abyss Plane trembled violently.

Like an earth dragon turning over, the earth cracked, demonic mist surged, space trembled, and the entire world emitted a dull and oppressive roar.

The abyss has a very special structure, consisting of 108 layers, each layer overlapping and interlocking with the others, and each layer has its own independent ecosystem and energy cycle.

Just a moment ago, the second layer of the abyss completely collapsed.

The entire space was like crushed glass, disintegrating, melting, and turning into dust, along with all the living beings and buildings within it, vanishing without a trace.

The abyssal energy that originally belonged to the second layer lost its container and began to spread wildly to other abyssal layers, surging everywhere like an out-of-control undercurrent, stirring up the energy balance of the entire plane.

All abyssal creatures sensed the change amidst the violent tremors. Low-level demons fled in all directions, while high-level emperors changed their expressions and rushed out of their respective territories towards the epicenter.

In a short while, powerful figures appeared one after another around Huo Yuhao, subtly surrounding the three of them.

They were all emperors from the first few levels of the abyss, each with a different form, a fierce aura, and extremely high cultivation levels.

However, at this moment, these people were just hovering in mid-air, their expressions tense, their eyes fixed on Huo Yuhao with apprehension, but none of them dared to make a move rashly.

Emperor Ling was the strongest among them, yet he died under mysterious circumstances.

Even though they outnumbered and outmaneuvered each other, who would dare to be the first to speak out?

Just then, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the depths of the abyss.

Above the abyss, a giant vertical pupil slowly lit up, occupying most of the sky.

It was a blood-red eye, with endless slaughter seemingly surging deep within its pupil. Countless smaller red eyes opened around the pupil, densely covering the entire sky, like billions of blood-red stars simultaneously gazing down.

"Who is it?!"

A deep and chilling voice rang out simultaneously from all directions, as if the entire abyss was speaking, carrying an irresistible sense of majesty and oppression.

As the sound spread, the entire Abyss Plane fell silent instantly.

The surrounding Abyss Emperors all lowered their heads in unison, bowing deeply and shouting with instinctive reverence, "Welcome, Holy Lord!"

The owner of that voice, the possessor of that giant pupil, was none other than the supreme ruler of the Abyss Plane—the Abyss Saint King!

The instantaneous collapse of the second layer of the abyss sent a violent energy shockwave through the layers of space like a thunderclap, directly awakening the sleeping Abyss Saint.

He opened his eyes in the deepest chaos of the plane, his consciousness rapidly spreading out and locking onto the three figures that had ventured into the heart of the abyss.

His gaze first swept over Gu Yuena and Tang Hao, and in a moment he had already judged their strength.

The silver-haired woman was roughly equivalent to a priest, while the bound human man possessed the cultivation of a second-level deity.

The Abyss Saint King was slightly shaken. The God Realm had disappeared, yet the Douluo Continent could still give birth to an existence of this level, which was beyond his expectations.

However, despite the shock, these two individuals were far from being someone he would truly take seriously.

Because he is in the Abyss Plane, this world has long been integrated with him, and here he can unleash peak strength comparable to a first-level god.

Whether it's a priest or a second-level deity, they pose no threat to him.

He discovered that he couldn't see through the young man's cultivation level. The other man stood there, his aura as deep and restrained as an abyss, with neither outward pressure nor any trace of deliberate concealment.

But it was precisely this seemingly non-existent calm that sent a long-lost chill through the Abyss Saint King's heart.

He used all his mental energy to probe repeatedly, but it was like reaching into a bottomless abyss, unable to touch the bottom or the edge.

Then there's only one possibility: this human's strength is above his.

But... how is that possible?!