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

As the abyssal creatures retreated into the passage like a tide, this unprecedented tide finally came to an end.

The Blood God Legion soldiers began to systematically clear the battlefield and eliminate the remaining scattered monsters.

Meanwhile, Luoyang was lying in a quiet medical room, as if he had fallen into a long and bizarre dream.

In his dream, he was like an observer transcending time and space, witnessing the fall of countless powerful figures.

The scene flashed back in time, from the wild struggles for supremacy at the beginning of the Douluo Continent to the rise and fall of ancient sects.

Countless brilliant talents have shone and faded in the long river of history, like dazzling but short-lived fireworks.

The image finally freezes on a scene from 20,000 years ago.

A deep, majestic, destructive purplish-black and a holy, compassionate, life-gold emerald are joining forces to fight against a blue-haired man wielding the Trident of Poseidon and clad in Asura Demon Armor.

Two gods versus two gods!

The ending was predictable: the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong's divine status shattered, and she perished; the Angel God Qian Renxue's divine position collapsed, and she fell into obscurity.

This legendary battle, which was deliberately obscured in later historical records, is now playing out clearly in Luoyang's dream.

The scene shifts again, spanning thousands of years, until finally everything returns to nothingness.

Luo Yang stood in the void, watching the scenes of powerful figures falling flash by like a revolving lantern.

Tragic, unwilling, relieved... all sorts of emotions seem to transcend time and come to you.

Are these all the marks of all the fallen powerhouses throughout the ages of Douluo Continent?!

Luo Yang was filled with doubt and unease.

Just as you expected.

A clear, gentle voice, as clear as a spring and as soothing as a breeze, rang out from behind me.

Luoyang turned around.

That plump, graceful, verdant figure, radiating the essence of nature and life, had somehow appeared standing quietly not far away, smiling as she gazed at him.

"What you see are the echoes of all the powerful beings who have perished on this continent since the beginning of life. Among them... are also gods."

The voice of the plane's master carried a hint of melancholy born of the passage of time.

"And the core talent of your awakened martial soul, 'Undead Catastrophe,' is related to the authority of 'death,' which awakens the dead and reshapes the spirits of the dead."

She paused, her emerald green four-leaf clover eyes looking at Luo Yang: "And because of the 'Plane Blessing' I poured into you, this authority has received a profound boost from the Douluo Origin."

"This means..."

"All the powerful figures who have fallen throughout the ten thousand years of Douluo Continent, and even those who have vanished, will answer your call and return to the world as spirits, provided that the conditions are met."

? !

Even with a premonition, the impact of this information still caused Luo Yang's pupils to shrink sharply.

Resurrecting the strong...

Even resurrecting gods?!

This ability is simply heaven-defying! It's an "overpowered monster" among the Three-Body Martial Souls.

If this could really happen, then quite a few gods would have fallen in the history of Douluo Continent.

More recently, the core essence of the Destruction God King and the Life God King, who sacrificed themselves to protect the God Realm ten thousand years ago due to spacetime turbulence, was not completely annihilated, but fell into Douluo Continent and formed "Devil Island".

These two god-kings are on the same level as the "pure and innocent" Tang god-king, and the Destruction god-king's combat power is even better!

If we can get the help of these two, not to mention solving the threat of the abyss, even if Tang San returns with the God Realm in the future, he may not be without the confidence to compete with them!

Not to mention the incredibly talented Necromancer Saint, Electrox…

Thinking of these possibilities, Luo Yang felt a surge of excitement.

"Don't be too happy yet." The Lord of the Plane poured cold water on the situation at the right time. "Talent is innate, but exercising authority always comes at a price. The more powerful the being that is resurrected, the greater the price will be."

"What price?" Luo Yang pressed.

The departed souls, and their last wishes.

The woman in emerald green held up two fingers.

"First, the souls of the dead. You need to purify a sufficient number of souls of the dead, transforming them into pure necromantic power, in order to have the energy to resurrect the dead. At your current level of cultivation, you can only purify those soul masters who have recently died. And the purified souls of the dead will nourish your spirit and soul power."

"As your cultivation level increases, this restriction will gradually loosen. When you are powerful enough, even ancient remnant souls that have existed for tens of thousands of years can be sensed, summoned, and transformed."

"Second, the wishes of the deceased. You must fulfill the most persistent last wishes of the fallen. Only then will they be willing to serve you."

Luoyang fell into deep thought.

These two conditions are indeed demanding.

There is currently no stable source of accumulating undead except for the battlefield.

Unless... when that god-slaying fixed-position soul-guided cannonball descends upon Shrek City, the number of undead will be as numerous as you could possibly want.

And last wishes are even more troublesome. No one knows what those ancient powerhouses couldn't let go of before they died.

The cost is enormous, but the rewards are equally immeasurable.

Imagine if we could assemble a "Legion of the Dead" composed of gods and powerful figures from all ages. Then, things like Tang San with two godhoods or the Shrek Seven Devils becoming gods would be nothing to worry about.

"Furthermore, I have a matter to solemnly entrust to you." The voice of the plane's ruler pulled Luo Yang back from her thoughts. She gazed at Luo Yang with an unprecedented solemnity.

"Please speak, senior."

Luo Yang held this selfless guardian of the continent, now on the verge of disappearing, in high esteem.

"I hope you can save the Douluo Continent from this calamity."

Her emerald eyes reflected the illusory image of endless mountains and rivers, and her voice was filled with sorrow and helplessness: "Now, the Abyss Plane is eyeing us covetously, constantly encroaching. If I were in my prime, wiping out such external threats would be as easy as snapping my fingers."

"But now..."

A bitter smile appeared on her lips.

"I was betrayed by someone from this realm who has already ascended to the position of God-King, which is why I have become so weak. And that God-King even intends to have his parents gradually replace me as the 'Lord of the Plane'!"

As she spoke, her chest heaved slightly, clearly indicating that she was still deeply moved.

The feeling of being betrayed and schemed against by the "child" you once cherished and nurtured is indescribable.

Luoyang remained silent.

Of course he knew who that "God King" was. Who else could it be but the "pure and immaculate" God King Tang?

"All living beings on this continent are like my children."

The gaze of the plane's lord was filled with compassion and reluctance.

"I cannot bear to see them fall into the abyss of despair in the future. But I am powerless to intervene directly. If I rashly use my remaining essence, I will be easily captured by the 'God King Parents' who are usurping power. At that time, I fear I will be completely annihilated."

Her gaze returned to Luoyang, filled with a final hope: "But your appearance has given me a glimmer of hope, however faint it may be, I am willing to bet my future on you."

Luoyang remained silent.

So, is this meant to make him shoulder the responsibility for the entire continent? And even face the cunning and calculating Tang God King in the future?

With his current cultivation level, he is no different from dust in front of these behemoths.

But the green-clad woman's words also brought him to a cruel realization: he was already in the center of the vortex, with nowhere to escape.

The identity of a time traveler is the greatest original sin.

In Tang San's eyes, any "variable" must be controlled or eliminated. Hiding is pointless; with Tang San's supernatural powers and keen insight, finding him is only a matter of time.

The threat of the abyss is imminent. He lives here, his family and friends live here, and when the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken.

Rather than passively awaiting judgment or destruction, it is better to take the initiative and launch a fierce attack!

however.

The silence in Luoyang was interpreted as hesitation and retreat by the ruler of the plane. She sighed softly inwardly, but a healing smile bloomed on her exquisite face:

"Of course, you have the right to refuse. This is your life, and even as the master of this plane, I have no right to forcibly place the burden of the survival of the continent on the shoulders of a child."

However, Luo Yang slowly shook his head.

"Since you are willing to entrust me with this important task, I will not shirk my duty."

He raised his head, his eyes resolute.

"Even without your instructions, there are some things I must do in order to establish myself in this world."

Hiding and running away won't solve the problem.

Since we're destined to face it, let's take the initiative!

The woman in emerald green was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, a relieved and contented smile bloomed on her beautiful face, as if spring had returned to the earth.

"Alright! In that case, I can really rest assured."

As her mind relaxed, her figure began to become faint and transparent again.

Seeing her almost vanishing, Luo Yang couldn't help but ask, "Are you... disappearing?"

"Originally, barring any unforeseen circumstances, I planned to disperse the remaining primal power back to the mainland at the last moment as a final farewell."

The woman in emerald green smiled frankly, "But your appearance has changed my mind. In the time before I completely disappear, I will help you grow as quickly as possible."

"Then you must be careful not to be discovered," Luo Yang said.

"No need to worry." The plane lord smiled serenely, "Because I will reside in your spiritual sea, and slowly recover by borrowing the delicate balance formed by the death aura of your martial soul and my life essence."

"At the same time, I will also help you conceal the aura of being favored by the plane, so as to avoid being targeted by certain beings too early."

"My spiritual sea?" Luo Yang was taken aback.

So, does he possess a plane-master version of "Electra"?

Before he could think it through, the figure of the plane lord had already transformed into countless emerald green and crystalline light spots, like fireflies on a summer night, disappearing into his brow.

In an instant, Luo Yang felt a sudden jolt in his mind!

The original boundaries of the Sea of ​​Spirit expanded rapidly, its area increasing several times over! The seawater was no longer a monotonous silver, but transformed into a vibrant emerald green, surging with a rich life force.

In the middle of the sea, a small four-leaf clover floats quietly, radiating a warm light that nourishes the entire spiritual sea.

In reality, Luo Yang, lying in bed, trembled slightly and slowly opened her eyes.