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

Meanwhile, the endless mountains.

Luoyang has been very busy these past few days.

Although the abyssal tide was repelled last time, the offensive from the other side of the passage has not stopped. On the contrary, abyssal creatures are appearing nearly three times more frequently than before.

The Blood God Legion fought a bitter battle for days and lost many soldiers.

These recently departed souls perfectly fulfilled Luoyang's needs.

The first ability in the Cataclysmic Realm, "Undead Summoning," requires accumulating enough "Undead Power" to activate the summoning.

The spirits of fallen soldiers provide far more energy than ordinary undead.

At this moment, he finally gathered enough for his first summon.

In a secluded, secret room.

Luo Yang sat cross-legged and took a deep breath.

The realm of natural disasters unfolded instantly.

Invisible ripples spread out from him. A grayish-white aura permeated the air, causing the temperature in the sealed room to plummet, and even frost flowers to condense on the walls.

Then, the familiar scene reappeared.

The powerful figures who had fallen over the Douluo Continent over the past ten thousand years flashed through Luo Yang's mind like a revolving lantern. There were war gods clad in golden armor, magic kings who manipulated the elements, and assassins lurking in the shadows...

The spirit of Luoyang patrols and senses this "river of heroic spirits".

Finally, a strong attraction and resonance came from a certain direction, and a beam of light was captured, magnified, and frozen by an invisible force!

Within that light and shadow, a noble purple-gold radiance seemed to burst forth!

The light was so pure that Luoyang could almost feel the divine majesty contained within it.

"Withdrawal?!"

Luo Yang felt a surge of excitement and almost shouted it out.

In my past life, I was incredibly unlucky in gacha games, always getting the maximum guaranteed reward. Could it be that after transmigrating, my luck has turned around and I've become incredibly lucky?

A high-quality item appeared on the very first summon!

"I need a Limit Douluo... preferably a neutral one..." he prayed silently.

He was to head to the Spirit Pagoda in a few days.

That place appears respectable on the surface, but it secretly has intricate connections with the Holy Spirit Cult. The Qian Gu family is no benevolent group either; he needs a sufficiently strong bodyguard to feel at ease.

Ideally, it should be a strong person who had no worries in life and whose last wishes were simple, such as "wanting to see the ocean" or "wanting to eat all the world's delicacies".

It's easy to complete.

Just as he was lost in thought.

"Buzz—"

The space in front of them suddenly distorted.

A pitch-black portal appeared out of thin air, its edges flowing with dark purple runes. Had the Cataclysmic Domain not isolated its presence, this commotion would have been enough to alert the entire base.

The door opened.

A jade-like foot, encased in black stockings, slowly stepped out.

Her ankles were slender and perfectly curved, the arch of her feet captivating. Then came her calves, knees, thighs… The violet skirt cascaded down like water, obscuring the deeper scenery, yet revealing glimpses as she moved.

Finally, a tall, voluptuous figure, exuding both majesty and deadly allure, emerged from the doorway.

She was a woman with an aggressively beautiful appearance.

Her purple hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyes were like sculpted purple gemstones, and her features were exquisitely beautiful to the point of near perfection. Standing there, she naturally exuded an aura of majesty, like an empress reigning over the world, making people dare not look directly at her.

Intimidation.

It wasn't the oppressive feeling of released soul power, but rather the aura that naturally formed after long holding a high position and wielding the power of life and death. The air seemed to freeze, and even the light from the soul-guiding lamp dimmed by a third.

Luo Yang's expression changed.

He seemed to recognize the man's eyes, appearance, and aura.

At this moment, the woman in the purple dress looked down at Luo Yang with her amethyst-like eyes, her red lips slightly parted, her voice carrying an undeniable authority.

"I am Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall and the second Rakshasa God."

"Mortal, was it you who awakened me?"

It really was him!

Luo Yang thought to himself.

That aura, that self-proclaimed title, that look in his eyes that sees all living beings as worthless...

He truly deserves to be called the mad pope who led the Spirit Hall to its peak and then personally pushed it to its destruction.

But your "I'm the best" attitude is really annoying... especially now, I'm the "Summoner" here, okay?

"Kneel down and speak first," Luo Yang said calmly.

Bibi Dong smiled.

It was an extremely cold and cruel smile, the curve of the lips was breathtakingly beautiful, but the eyes were icy cold.

"What courage," she said softly. "The last person who dared to speak to me like that has long since turned to ashes."

Before the words were finished—

"boom!"

A divine pressure erupted like a tsunami!

The tables and chairs inside the secret room instantly turned to dust, the walls cracked, the soul-guiding lamp exploded with a "crack," and the entire room was plunged into darkness.

That was the killing intent of the Rakshasa God. Even a trace of it leaking out in his remnant soul state was enough to make a Title Douluo tremble with fear.

However, the darkness lasted only a moment.

A grayish-white light emanated from Luoyang's body.

The natural disaster domain operates spontaneously.

The light was not intense, but it carried a certain absolute power of "rules".

Bibi Dong's oppressive aura collided with this halo, like waves crashing against rocks, shattering and dissipating in all directions.

"What?!" Bibi Dong's pupils shrank suddenly.

The next second, excruciating pain exploded from the depths of my soul!

It was an indescribable pain, as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing every inch of consciousness at the same time, or as if the soul was being torn to pieces alive.

Bibi Dong let out a muffled groan, her noble body trembling slightly, and she knelt down on one knee.

"What...did you do?!" She gritted her teeth and looked up, her purple eyes filled with shock and anger.

Luo Yang walked up to her and squatted down.

Their gazes finally met.

"Rules," Luo Yang said calmly, "One of the rules of the Calamity Realm is that the life and death of all those I summon are in my control. You can think of it as... a contract."

He reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across Bibi Dong's cheek.

The movements were as gentle as caressing a precious piece of porcelain, but Bibi Dong's entire body was tense.

"Now," Luo Yang withdrew his hand, "kneel down, forehead to the ground. This is the first time I'm teaching you manners."

"Don't even think about it!!!"

Bibi Dong spat out two words through gritted teeth, her purple eyes burning with a frenzied rage.

She is Bibi Dong! The Pope of the Spirit Hall! The Rakshasa God!

How can you kneel before a child?!

But her body betrayed her will.

The knee of the other leg slowly bent, touching the cold ground.

Next is the waist, pressing down inch by inch.

Finally, her forehead touched the floor.

Five-body cast.

The most humble posture of submission.

silence.

Only the soft breathing of the two people remained in the secret room.

Bibi Dong lay on the ground, her purple hair disheveled, her body trembling slightly with humiliation and anger.

She could sense that this was not soul skill control, nor mental manipulation, but some kind of more fundamental constraint that touched upon the rules of the world.

"I'm going to... kill you..." Her voice was terribly hoarse.

Luoyang is lifeless.

He laughed again, this time genuinely finding it amusing.

"Do you know?"

Luo Yang stood up again and looked down at the woman on the ground.

"I think you're both pathetic and ridiculous."