Douluo Dragon King: The Calamity of the Dead, Reviving Qian Renxue

Endless mountain ranges.

This is a desolate place covered in ice and snow all year round.

Deep within the mountains lies the Blood God Legion, the strongest defensive force on the Douluo Continent.

Six thousand years ago, the Abyss Plane crashed into the Douluo Continent like a malignant tumor. Since then, this legion has been stationed here for generations, using their flesh and blood to block the passage that constantly seeps out the aura of death.

As for how the abyss came about?

Don't ask, asking is a path to death!

At that moment, a ray of sunlight shone through the window and fell on a six-year-old boy in the room.

"I never imagined that I would actually be 'exiled' to the Douluo World... during the era of Legend of the Dragon King."

Luo Yang rubbed his temples, trying to process the fragmented memories in his mind, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The divine power of the Tang God King is truly terrifying.

He was just casually cursing at Douluo Continent's family while watching some videos, never expecting that the petty God King would throw him into this godforsaken place.

What's more troublesome is that his current location happens to be the front line of resisting the invasion of the Abyss, the Blood God Legion's base.

If the abyssal tide were to erupt at a high intensity, this little brat who hasn't even awakened his martial soul might accidentally be swallowed up as a snack by abyssal creatures.

However, the probability of that is probably similar to winning the lottery.

After all, he'd lived here for six years and never encountered a large-scale abyss riot. It was impossible that he'd awakened his martial soul today and then run into trouble from the abyss...

(Just put up a flag, it should be fine.)

With this in mind, Luo Yang felt a little more at ease and began to think about the next plan.

The most urgent task is to awaken your martial spirit as soon as possible.

In Douluo Continent, a person's martial soul determines their potential.

I hope to awaken a top-tier martial soul...

Of course, it's best to avoid getting involved with Dragon Martial Soul.

This era is a "version trap" for dragon martial souls, with Tang Wulin, the "nemesis of dragons," hanging overhead. Anyone associated with dragons is unlikely to have a good outcome.

Just then, a clear, cold voice came from outside the door:

"Luoyang, are you ready? Today is the day your martial spirit awakens."

Click.

The door opened automatically.

A tall woman walked in.

Her short, silver-white hair was neat and stylish, and her appearance was bright and elegant, with a classically charming profile.

She was tall, much taller than the average woman, with smooth and powerful muscle lines, and the curves between her waist and hips were breathtaking, a perfect figure like an ancient Greek sculpture.

No, you don't even knock before coming in?

What if you catch me doing something indescribable?

Luo Yang was inwardly cursing, but on the outside he put on a well-behaved smile:

"Aunt Ba".

His parents were members of the Blood God Legion, and they died at the hands of abyssal creatures many years ago. After that, he was raised by several Blood Gods from the Legion.

The woman before him was none other than the eighth among the nine Blood Gods—Blood Eight, whom he had called Aunt Eight since childhood.

Xue Ba walked up to him, and this usually aloof beauty showed a gentle smile on her stunning face.

"Your parents made great contributions to the legion back then." Xue Ba reached out and ruffled his hair, his tone much softer: "I hope you can inherit their will and carry on their martial spirit. If they are watching from heaven, they will be very pleased."

"I will, Aunt Ba." Luo Yang nodded.

"Let's go, your uncles and aunts are waiting for you." Xue Ba said, naturally reaching out to take his hand.

Just then—

The ground shook violently!

Xue Ba swayed and almost lost his balance, but Luo Yang caught him quickly.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire base!

The alarm sound was all too familiar to Xue Ba; her expression changed drastically, and she instantly released her grip.

This is the highest level of danger!

Luo Yang's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

"Stay in your room and don't come out!"

Xue Ba left those words behind, turned and strode away, slamming the door shut behind him.

Luo Yang stood still and blinked.

...No way?

Could that "it's impossible for it to be such a coincidence" comment mean he's actually setting up a flag?

No, not at all...

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Exit of the abyss passage.

Twisted and ferocious figures were pouring out of the depths of the passage.

The soul-guided defense array outside the passage has been fully activated, with soul-guided rays and shells intertwining to form a dense fire net that tears apart the abyssal creatures charging at the forefront.

Those shattered bodies turned into gray currents of air, which were then slowly drawn back into the abyss.

However, even more monsters continue to emerge.

Squads of Blood God Legion warriors fearlessly charged to the front lines.

"Hold on! Hold on, even if it kills us! We absolutely cannot let them break through the passage!"

The deputy leader of the Ironblood Corps roared furiously.

This is the largest abyssal tide in history, with an intensity comparable to the first descent of the abyssal plane more than 6,000 years ago.

If this place falls, the entire human world will be plunged into chaos and devastation!

"roar--!!!"

Just then, a roar came from the deepest part of the abyss. It was not a sound, but a shockwave that directly affected the soul.

Dozens of soldiers vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

The next second, a colossal shadow, hundreds of meters tall, with six sharp claws and covered in a layer of black keratin, suddenly appeared!

With just a flick of its body, countless dark red orbs of light burst forth in all directions.

The defensive fortifications at the exit of the passage were blown apart with a deafening roar!

The deputy leader of the Ironblood Corps felt his heart sink completely.

The Abyss Plane has 108 levels, and the king of each level possesses at least the strength of a Super Douluo. This monster before us is definitely one of the Abyss Kings!

"How could the king of the abyss appear?!"

The vice-commander of the Ironblood Corps nearly had a heart attack; an ominous premonition washed over him like ice water.

With the exit breached, the rate at which abyssal creatures poured out surged once again!

"boom--!"

A mech in the midst of a fierce battle was suddenly grabbed by a dark green shadow.

The shadow's outline resembled that of a human woman, but its figure was exaggerated to the point of being deformed. It had an extremely thin waist, huge hips and buttocks, sharp bone spurs growing from the ends of its limbs, and eerie green flames burning in its eyes.

Enchanting!

One of the top predators in the abyss.

"Long live the Soul Masters!"

A resolute roar came from inside the mech, which then exploded!

The flames engulfed the surrounding abyssal creatures, including the demon.

Every warrior of the Blood God Legion is aware of this, because they understand that falling into the hands of abyssal creatures will never end well; they will only become their nourishment.

Rather than perish together, I would rather die than become nourishment for the abyss.

Such scenes are playing out every second.

One mech after another burst into flames at the entrance of the passage, barely managing to hold back the onslaught with the frenzied barrage from the Soul Guidance Formation.

But the deputy leader of the Ironblood Corps had bloodshot eyes and a bleeding heart.

These abyssal creatures are impossible to destroy. After they die, they turn into streams of abyssal energy and return to the abyss. However, the warriors of the Blood God Legion truly and forever disappear.

In just a short while, the Ironblood Legion had lost nearly a third of its men, all of whom he had personally trained!

"Damn it... I'll fight you to the death!"

Overwhelmed by grief and anger, the iron-blooded vice commander roared and instantly activated his three-word battle armor!

"calm."

A hand pressed down on his shoulder.

The steady power momentarily halted Chen Lie's raging soul force. He turned his head and saw a familiar and dignified face.

Zhang Huanyun, commander of the Blood God Legion.

The old man, who had been in charge of the defense line for thirty years, was calm at this moment, but deep in his eyes was a frozen killing intent.

His appearance quickly calmed the surrounding soldiers down.

"Commander...you must avenge our brothers!" The deputy commander's voice trembled, his eyes bloodshot.

"We will definitely avenge you, but your task now is to command, not to die," Zhang Huanyun said calmly.

"……yes!"

The deputy commander gritted his teeth, accepted the order, and turned back to command.