Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao, the Thief of Heaven

"The City of Sin? Martial Soul City..."

Huo Yuhao murmured the two names repeatedly, as if trying to glean some secret from them.

"Yes, it's Spirit City, and it's also the current gathering place for the descendants of the Spirit Hall," Ning Zhiyuan said.

"Because of what happened ten thousand years ago, the three kingdoms of Douluo Continent are extremely secretive about the Spirit City, and it has not even appeared on the official map of the three kingdoms of Douluo Continent."

As he spoke, Wu Yun took out an ancient map from his soul tool; it was an antique from four thousand years ago.

At the border between the Heaven Dou Empire (at that time) and the Star Luo Empire, there was an icon of a city.

That place is the capital of sin.

After the Sun Moon Empire collided with the Douluo Continent, in order to prevent those with powerful martial souls from turning against the Douluo Three Kingdoms and joining the Sun Moon Empire, the authorities became even more secretive about these "criminals" who had committed heinous crimes.

Then why not exterminate these ominous bloodlines?

That's because they were afraid that it might be some kind of magic left behind by angels or demons. After all, even Tang San didn't do that, so how could they, as nobodys, dare to do it?

"Since you're seeking a method to fuse the rings, why not go there and take a look? You might find some unexpected surprises," Ning Zhiyuan suggested.

"That's a good suggestion. Although Tang San has completely plundered the Spirit Hall, there might still be something left behind. At the very least, we can try to combine the bloodline from ten thousand years ago and turn it into our own power."

Before Huo Yuhao could even ask, Benjamin Sun asked with interest.

The mecha world he was in also had religious beliefs, and he was quite interested in seeing what the difference was between these so-called angels and winged people.

Although there are probably no angels left in the City of Sin now, it's still worth a visit.

"Well, I don't have anything going on right now, so I'll head to the City of Sin in a while."

"Then let's bring Ning Tian and Wu Feng along too. Na'er is too young, and Wang Qiu'er still needs to work as a blacksmith, so she can stay in the sect for now," Wu Yun said.

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao nodded.

Just before Huo Yuhao took his leave, he solemnly mentioned something: "By the way, making this outfit will take quite a bit of effort."

Huo Yuhao's words startled Ning Zhiyuan and Wu Yun, but they seemed to understand what Huo Yuhao was trying to say.

Ning Zhiyuan pushed up his glasses with a sly smile, and Wu Yun blushed with embarrassment.

"You child, where did you learn this from?" Wu Yun scolded Huo Yuhao.

"What? I was just giving you a reminder." Huo Yuhao was completely bewildered by the shout.

Ning Zhiyuan gave Huo Yuhao a thumbs up and said, "Good taste, but it's too early for you now."

Wu Yun glared at Ning Zhiyuan in embarrassment and anger, while Ning Zhiyuan spread his hands in surrender to Wu Yun.

It sounds impressive but I don't understand it.

Huo Yuhao thought to himself.

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In Wuhun City, the four-person team led by the amorous Douluo Cao Zangxin walked along the desolate and lonely streets.

It was truly desolate; they hardly saw any passersby along the way. This was the least densely populated place the three of them had ever seen since they were born.

On the surprisingly wide main road, there were only one or two old women with an old piece of cloth laid out on the road, on which were placed a few shriveled vegetables that were about the same size as they were.

In contrast, the city's architecture is remarkable.

The architecture here is even grander and more ancient than the ancient buildings in Tiandou City, giving the people walking on the street the illusion of returning to ten thousand years ago.

However, a faint sense of sadness has always lingered here, and the dilapidated buildings only amplify the feeling of desolation.

Huo Yuhao glanced at him sideways.

It wasn't that the city was deserted; they were all hiding in the shadows inside the windows, observing these outsiders. When they noticed Huo Yuhao looking over, they hid.

"Something must have happened here before, otherwise even if they hated outsiders, they would have been shouting to kill them, not showing fear in their eyes."

As he spoke, Huo Yuhao shared his mental detection ability, allowing Ning Tian and the others to see the situation inside the house.

"Xiao Yuhao is quite good; he has a rather keen intuition about emotions," Cao Zangxin exclaimed, then his expression changed, becoming extremely serious.

"This place was originally meant to be violently xenophobic. Even after the collapse of the Spirit Empire, they still retained a number of high-level spirit masters, so they still had the ability to protect themselves on the continent."

"Then why is that?" Huo Yuhao asked, puzzled.

"You'll know when we get there." Cao Zangxin strode forward.

He was walking in the direction of the end of this avenue, towards the direction where that huge building stood.

After climbing the towering steps that would break an ordinary person's legs, Huo Yuhao and his group arrived at the front hall of the Spirit Hall, which was built ten thousand years ago.

This place is like a megalithic site for worship, with the main hall located behind the front hall of the megalithic site.

Huo Yuhao and the other two were completely stunned when they saw what was happening before them.

On the large circular stone platform in the center of Stonehenge, a charred female corpse was kneeling.

Her body was completely carbonized, her bald black head was completely hairless, and even her clothes were just a black rag.

She bent over like that, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, her head lowered and her back to Huo Yuhao and the others.

"Ge Cide, a rising star of the angelic lineage, a descendant of the angelic god from ten thousand years ago," Cao Zangxin stepped forward and introduced the three.

"She was once the hope for the resurgence of the angelic lineage, but unfortunately she was killed by Shrek's powerful warriors before the Sea God could descend."

"So, is she the reason why the remnants of the Spirit Hall here have become so timid?" Huo Yuhao asked.

"To be precise, it was her death that broke our backbone. It robbed us, the last angels, of our last hope in angels."

An elderly man with one eye and long hair, about the same age as Cao Zangxin, emerged from the shadow of the stone pillar, leaning on a cane, and smiled as he looked at the group of people who had arrived.

"Old crocodile!"

"Old Swordsman!"

Cao Zangxin and the old man in front of him were obviously acquaintances. They walked up to greet each other and shook hands as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

"Children, let me introduce you." Cao Zangxin pointed to his old friend and said, "Jin Shoucheng, the Golden Crocodile Douluo, is a good friend of Grandpa's when he was young."

Huo Yuhao and the other two were slightly moved upon hearing this.

Golden Crocodile Douluo?

Isn't this the title of Golden Crocodile Douluo, the second elder of the Douluo Hall of the Spirit Empire, ten thousand years ago?

"Greetings, Senior Golden Crocodile," the three said in unison.

Regardless of the title of the person in front of us, since he is a Title Douluo, we should first show him the utmost respect.

"Haha, you must be the younger generation of the old swordsman, right? Just call me Grandpa Jin, calling me senior sounds too formal." Golden Crocodile Douluo stroked his beard and laughed.

Suddenly, a small golden head peeked out from beside Golden Crocodile Douluo. It was a girl about the same age as Huo Yuhao and the others.

Unlike Ning Tian's blonde hair, which has a flaxen and wheat-like texture, this girl's hair color is more like a ray of golden sunlight, giving off a warm feeling.