Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Xiao Wu looked at Tianmeng Bingcan's cowardly appearance, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it. She turned around and faced Da Ming and Er Ming again, her voice softening.

"Da Ming, Er Ming, don't overthink it. I've said it before, I will definitely become a god, even without those things. You must believe me."

Erming nodded vigorously, muttering, "Of course I believe Sister Xiaowu," but in his heart, he silently buried Tianmeng Bingcan's words deep in his memory.

It thought that if one day Sister Xiaowu really needed it, then its life would be the most valuable thing it had ever lived.

Da Ming didn't speak, but slowly closed its snake eyes again, saying nothing.

Just then, an extremely large energy wave swept in from the direction of the Lake of Life like an invisible tsunami, and the air was slightly distorted wherever the wave passed.

Xiao Wu's body stiffened abruptly, all the words stuck in her throat, leaving only her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

The moment the Nine-Colored Deer broke through 100,000 years, thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and muffled thunder rolled across the horizon, like the low roar of an ancient beast, announcing that a judgment that all living beings must overcome was about to descend.

Da Ming raised his head, and the dark calamity cloud that instantly covered the sky was also reflected in his usually calm and serpentine eyes.

Erming was so anxious that he scratched his head and stretched out his huge hand to pull Xiaowu back, afraid that the tribulation lightning would hit her in the slightest.

"Sister Xiaowu, come quick! That lightning is about to strike! Don't get caught in the blast!"

Chapter 498 All Things Have Spirits

Xiao Wu stumbled slightly as Er Ming pulled her, her pink scorpion braid drawing a sharp arc in the air.

She looked up at the rapidly spinning, world-destroying clouds, her face filled with worry.

But she also knew she couldn't help in any way. The 100,000-year Heavenly Tribulation was a hurdle that every 100,000-year-old soul beast had to face alone. No one else could or dared to interfere.

Just then, a crimson figure silently appeared at the edge of the Lake of Life.

Red King.

Its three heads rose simultaneously, three pairs of crimson beast eyes staring intently at the calamity clouds in the sky, its muscles taut, and its fangs slightly bared.

The terrifying aura emanating from him caused the surrounding air to freeze.

The Emperor has decreed that no soul beast may interfere with the auspicious beast's tribulation, and no accident may occur.

The swirling clouds in the sky finally stopped spinning. After a brief moment of deathly silence, a thick, silver lightning bolt, like a giant python, struck the dark green rock where the Nine-Colored Deer was located, as if hurled by a god.

boom!

The moment the lightning struck, the Nine-Colored Deer suddenly erupted with an extremely dazzling nine-colored radiance.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, white.

Nine colors intertwined and flowed, like a giant nine-colored rainbow, meeting the earth-shattering silver lightning.

boom!

The moment the lightning collided with the nine-colored radiance, the entire Lake of Life trembled violently. Waves several meters high surged up, and the ancient trees along the shore were bent over by the shockwave, their countless branches and leaves trembling.

But the nine-colored deer remained firmly standing on that dark green boulder.

It tilted its head back, its clear eyes reflecting the silver lightning that was frantically battling the nine-colored radiance, its expression as calm as if it were watching fireworks that had nothing to do with it.

The lightning struggled, twisted, and crackled wildly under the nine-colored light, but it could not descend any further.

A few breaths later, the fierce silver lightning was completely obliterated by the nine-colored light, turning into a few wisps of lightning that dissipated into the air.

The Crimson King raised its three heads simultaneously, its six beastly eyes reflecting the churning clouds of calamity.

It has lived for nearly 300,000 years and has witnessed more than one 100,000-year heavenly tribulation. Each one was earth-shattering, each one was filled with ghostly wails and howls, and each time the soul beasts undergoing the tribulation had to shed a layer of skin, some even being completely annihilated.

But the auspicious beast before them simply stood there quietly, using its peaceful, almost gentle, nine-colored radiance to dissolve the tribulation lightning that was powerful enough to shatter mountains into nothingness.

The calamity clouds seemed to be enraged.

The clouds suddenly accelerated their churning, and lightning accumulated wildly within them. One after another, thick, giant silver bolts of lightning descended from the sky, like a series of spears hurled by a god, crashing down on the dark green rock where the Nine-Colored Deer was located.

One, two, three. Lightning and the nine-colored radiance collided, clashed, and annihilated each other. The nine-colored radiance surrounding the nine-colored deer was violently shaken.

Four, five, six. The nine-colored radiance surrounding the nine-colored deer began to repair the gaps torn by the lightning at an astonishing speed.

Seven, eight. The nine-colored deer raised its head and let out a clear, melodious cry. The nine-colored radiance around its body suddenly surged, like a reversed galaxy.

Nine!

When the last bolt of lightning struck, the entire cloud of tribulation seemed to have been drained of all its power.

The bolt of lightning was incredibly thick, like a giant silver pillar piercing down from the heavens, and it struck the Nine-Colored Deer with a destructive force.

The nine-colored deer still did not retreat.

Its nine-colored radiance surged once more, transforming into a streak of light that met the attack head-on.

Two extreme forces collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a blinding light.

The Crimson King subconsciously narrowed his six eyes. Xiao Wu was blocked behind Er Ming's huge hand, and Tianmeng Ice Silkworm shrank into a golden ball, only revealing a pair of small eyes as it nervously stared at the battlefield.

The white light gradually dissipated. The nine-colored deer still stood steadily on the dark green boulder, its nine-colored radiance as clear as ever.

The storm clouds in the sky finally dissipated slowly after emitting a final, mournful rumble of thunder.

Sunlight streamed through gaps in the clouds, falling on the surface of the Lake of Life. The lake was ravaged by lightning, with fallen ancient trees and blasted rocks scattered along its shores, and a few small fish, stunned by the shock, floating on the surface.

The nine-colored deer looked down at everything. Then it raised its head slightly and let out a clear, melodious cry.

YoYo

A pure and potent life force emanated from the Nine-Colored Deer.

It was a pale green light, like the warm spring sun falling on the frozen earth, like the first spring rain sprinkling on the parched soil.

Wherever the green light passed, the ancient trees that had been struck down by lightning straightened up again, and tender green buds sprouted from their charred trunks.

The rubble that had been blown away rolled back to its original position automatically, and the cracks in the ground were slowly smoothed out by an invisible force.

The little fish floating on the lake turned over, shook their tails, and then hopped back into the water.

The entire Lake of Life was revitalized under the baptism of this life force.

No, it wasn't just restored to its original state. The flowers and grasses that were originally just ordinary plants by the lake also showed a faint energy fluctuation after being swept by that pale green light, as if a dormant consciousness had been gently touched.

If you look closely, you will find that on the leaves of some spiritual herbs, a crystal-clear dewdrop is slowly gathering, which is a sign of the initial awakening of intelligence.

But no spirit beast noticed this detail.

The six eyes on the Red King's three heads were wide open.

"This life force..."

Having lived for nearly 300,000 years, what kind of scene hasn't it seen? Ferocious beasts undergoing tribulation, transformed soul beasts undergoing tribulation, and the same kind of creatures fighting each other for territory in the forest—it knows all of these things.

But the scene before its eyes still made its ferocious heart skip a beat.

It wasn't that it hadn't seen healing powers before; Brigitte's Emerald Swan healing soul skill was renowned in the soul beast world.

But the auspicious beast before them wasn't healing; it was reviving. Not repairing wounds, but pulling a life that was on the verge of death back to the center of this world.

“This…” the Crimson King murmured to himself, his voice filled with disbelief, “This life force is no less than that of Princess Brigitte.”

The nine-colored deer leaped gracefully from the dark green boulder, landing with an elegance as graceful as a feather blown away by the wind.

The Crimson King also rushed over. It lowered its middle head, and its three pairs of crimson beast eyes examined the Nine-Colored Deer from different angles, deliberately suppressing most of the ferocious aura around it.

After all, this auspicious beast had just survived a 100,000-year tribulation, and now its entire body exudes an extremely comfortable life aura, making people feel their pores open up just by standing next to it.

"Auspicious Beast...are you alright?" the Crimson King asked, his voice still rough like sandpaper, but the concern in his tone was unmistakable.

The Nine-Colored Deer gently shook its head, its clear eyes looking at the Crimson King, and said, "It's alright, thank you for your concern."

The Red King breathed a sigh of relief.

It was genuinely afraid that something might go wrong with the auspicious beast.

Before leaving, Di Tian repeatedly instructed that if the auspicious beast was missing even a single hair, he would hold it against it when he returned.

When that heavenly tribulation struck down just now, the Crimson King's heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

Now, seeing the auspicious beast standing safely in front of it, radiating a life force that soothes the soul, it finally felt relieved.

Not far away, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's small eyes were fixed on the pale green halo around the Nine-Colored Deer that had not yet completely dissipated.

It had lived for millions of years, seen countless treasures, swallowed millennia-old icy marrow, and gnawed on millennia-old mysterious ice, but the power before it made its greedy heart begin to beat wildly.

If this power were given to Xiao Wu... wouldn't it break down the threshold of the God Realm?

Forget it, Xiao Wu definitely won't agree.

Moreover, they couldn't handle the auspicious beasts either; that old black mudfish, Di Tian, ​​was not someone to be trifled with.

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm retracted its small eyes and returned to Xiaowu's side.

But those bright, darting eyes always reflected that pale green light.

Although it's unrealistic to trick the Nine-Colored Deer into handing it over, we should still have dreams, what if they come true?

Just as Tianmeng Bingcan was thinking about something important, she caught a glimpse of a pink figure jumping off Erming's shoulder.

Xiao Wu had no idea what the golden silkworm beside her was plotting.

She jumped down from Erming's broad shoulders, her pink scorpion braid drawing a light arc in the air. Her toes touched the gravel twice, and she ran to the Nine-Colored Deer in a few steps.

"Lord Auspicious Beast!" Little

Wu tilted her head back, her big pink eyes shining like two freshly washed cherries, filled with pure joy and undisguised adoration. "Are you alright? That lightning was so scary! I was almost scared to death watching from outside!"

The nine-colored deer lowered its head and gently rubbed its warm nose against Xiao Wu's forehead.

A gentle life force flowed into Xiao Wu's body with a light touch, warm and comforting, as if she were enveloped from head to toe by the spring sunshine, and every pore on her body opened up.

"It's alright." The Nine-Colored Deer's voice remained ethereal and gentle, like a mountain stream flowing over smooth pebbles. "I'm sorry to have worried you."

Xiao Wu chuckled, reached out and hugged the Nine-Colored Deer's long neck, burying her face in its soft fur that shimmered with nine-colored light.

The fur of the nine-colored deer has an indescribable cool touch, like the summer night breeze passing through the bamboo forest, or like the morning dew falling on the grass.

Xiao Wu has been like this since she was little. Whenever she feels scared or worried, she only needs to hug and rub against the auspicious beast to calm herself down. She rubbed against it when she was little, and she still does now that she's grown up. The auspicious beast never finds her annoying.

The nine-colored deer stood quietly, letting her rub against it. A faint hint of helplessness flashed in its clear, glassy eyes, but more than anything, there was indulgence.

Xiao Wu had rubbed against it enough, so she let go, took a step back, and looked up at the Nine-Colored Deer.

Those big pink eyes sparkled, like two little stars hidden inside.