The Douluo Continent Was Destroyed

Spirit Hall.

"Uh..."

"Whose hand was that?"

"Did someone attack from afar? The threads that fell from that hand seemed to give those two Soul Beasts a great deal of power, letting them break free of the Four Symbols Seal the Heavens Array in an instant."

"What the hell was that? Could it have been that person's Soul Skill? How could such a powerful amplification Soul Skill exist in this world?!"

"Not only did both Soul Beasts recover all their strength, but from the looks of it, their power increased by at least forty percent!"

"Forty percent is too low. I'd say it has to be eighty percent. Their presence has fucking nearly doubled, holy shit."

The people of Spirit Hall all talked at once.

The sudden turn of events had left everyone deeply shaken.

Everyone present was either a Soul Douluo or a Titled Douluo, yet none of them had ever seen such an incredible Soul Skill.

To instantly increase the power of two Soul Beasts by more than forty percent-never mind a Soul Skill, even some ancient magical artifacts couldn't do that. It was simply a tale from the Arabian Nights.

If two people fought a duel and one of them got a buff like that, how could the other possibly fight?

Everyone was focused on the boost the hand had given the two Soul Beasts.

Only Bibi Dong's gaze remained fixed on the hand itself.

She was tracking it.

Tracking it with the power of her soul.

Even though it was only a projected image, Bibi Dong was a level 99 Limit Douluo. How could an ordinary person's spiritual power compare to hers?

His Soul Power followed the projected image, tracing the hand's tracks.

From the traces of Soul Power left behind by the other party's attack, she searched her mind for familiar clues.

But the more she searched, the tighter Bibi Dong's brows knitted.

Very little of the other party's Soul Power remained, so little that she could barely sense it. That meant the other party wasn't near the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but might be far away-at least three thousand li away, attacking from afar!

Towering waves surged through Bibi Dong's heart. Even a Super Douluo would struggle to strike from several thousand li away!

And because this was only a projection, that was merely the range she could detect.

The other party's actual position could be even farther away than she imagined!

The continent's Super Douluo could be counted on one hand, but Bibi Dong searched all her memories and couldn't match any of them to this person.

Just who was this sacred figure?

Could the other party be a Soul Beast rather than a human? A Soul Beast that had already taken human form?

"Hm?"

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes watched the hand slowly dissipate. For some reason, she suddenly felt as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Where had she seen it...

While Bibi Dong was probing, Di Tian, who was currently on the battlefield, also withdrew his gaze.

Di Tian slowly spoke, enunciating each of the three words.

"Spirit... City."

Di Tian had been closest to the hand, so his pinpointing was also the most precise.

Di Tian had used a secret technique unique to the dragon race and traced the source of the other party's location: eleven thousand li to the northeast.

In that direction, at that location, only one major human city stood out: Spirit City.

Tens of thousands of years had passed, and the great dynasties and factions of the Douluo Continent had risen and fallen in turn.

After awakening, Di Tian had also made a brief investigation of the human factions on the present-day Douluo Continent.

From other Soul Beasts, Di Tian had learned that the strongest human faction today was Spirit Hall, which was located in Spirit City.

Thus, Di Tian was basically certain that it had to be someone from Spirit City—or rather, someone from Spirit Hall!

It was even quite possible that it was Spirit Hall's Pope, Bibi Dong.

But as far as Di Tian knew, Bibi Dong was a woman.

That hand just now, however, hadn't looked like a woman's hand. Instead, it had looked rather young, more like a child's!

But on further thought, Di Tian knew that was impossible. How could there be such an incredible child in this world? Even if the child had started cultivating in the womb, it would still be impossible.

Across the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's mountains, broken walls and ruins lay everywhere. Most of the halls had collapsed, and rubble and broken tiles carpeted the ground.

Ning Xuanyuan was covered in blood, his aged body swaying on the verge of collapse.

The backlash from his Soul Skill had added frost to snow, further damaging a body whose lifespan had already been overdrawn. His meridians had ruptured in many places, and his Soul Power was leaking away like a breached flood.

He watched Golza and Gagi from behind as they prepared to retreat underground with the Earth Vein. Unable to hold it back any longer, he let a mouthful of blood slowly trickle from the corner of his mouth.

Ning Fengzhi stumbled over, his eyes red. He wanted to step forward and support his ancestor, but tears had already blurred his vision.

"Ancestor!"

Ning Xuanyuan slowly raised a withered hand, stopping Ning Fengzhi from throwing himself forward and weeping.

His breath was weak, every inhalation accompanied by a hiss. His oil was spent, and his lamp had burned dry.

"Fengzhi..."

His voice was hoarse and low, yet it still retained the composure of a sect master of his generation.

"The Earth Vein has been taken, and the fortune of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been severed. From this day forward, no longer pursue the honors of the Upper Three Sects, and no longer cling to the struggle against the great powers."

"Gather the surviving disciples, preserve our people's bloodline, lie low and bide your time. Keeping the spark alive will be enough. As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no fear of running out of firewood. Do not let an obsession with revival needlessly cost the entire sect its lives..."

Every word was a dying charge.

Ning Fengzhi trembled all over and fell heavily to his knees. His shoulders shook incessantly, and he could not utter a word.

High in the surrounding skies, countless experts silently watched the ruins, their hearts heavy.

A bizarre hand reaching out of thin air and two unstoppable, unknown behemoths had already left everyone struggling to breathe.

But Ning Xuanyuan did not intend to let things end there.

He had lived for many long years. His ninth Soul Skill was Heavenly Secrets Deduction, passed down in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect since ancient times. It used his own divine soul as a guide to glimpse the indistinct future.

The cost was immense, and he would never use it unless it was a matter of life and death.

Having witnessed such inconceivable power appear out of nowhere today, he felt a profound unease lingering in his heart.

If the road ahead remained unclear, the entire continent would plunge into the abyss unawares.

Ning Xuanyuan slowly straightened his swaying body, and one last flame of resolve ignited in his aged eyes.

"Since disaster has already appeared... then let me glimpse the decree of heaven!"

As his words fell, he held nothing back.

The seven-tiered phantom of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda around him exploded with a roar. All his Soul Rings-yellow, purple, black, and red-ignited one layer after another with fiercely burning flames of light.

Burning his Soul Rings!

Burning his lifespan!

Burning the foundation of his own divine soul!

He sacrificed his entire life to activate the ninth Soul Skill within that teleportation array-Heavenly Secrets Deduction!

Hum-!!

In an instant, the entire sky underwent a dramatic change.

The sky, still bright moments before, rapidly darkened. Black clouds rolled backward, fierce winds howled, and phantoms of countless stars flickered in and out of sight behind the clouds. Their celestial paths twisted and reversed, and countless stars flashed and faded.

An immense, translucent projection of an illusory realm appeared out of thin air above the Seven Treasure Mountain Range.

Not only here, but within a thousand li, everyone could look up and see this vision of the future, whether they were experts watching the battle from high above or surviving sect disciples on the ground.

In the illusory realm, there was no sunlight and no bright moon. Boundless black fog shrouded heaven and earth, swallowing all the light of the sun and moon and casting the world into everlasting gloom.

Towering mountains shattered with thunderous crashes, rivers changed course, and countless enormous, bottomless chasms split the earth.

Countless ferocious-looking behemoths, never before recorded in the continent's texts, ran rampant across the land, trampling cities and slaughtering living beings.

Raging flames swept through a thousand li of mountains and forests, and billowing seas of fire burned everything to ashes.

Giant waves towered over the sea, monstrous breakers smashed the coast, and thick, terrifying tentacles surged from the black depths of the seabed, churning the ocean.

Across the continent, the mountain gates of sects with thousand-year legacies collapsed one after another, and the empire's cities were reduced to scorched earth.

Soul Beast populations and human Soul Masters alike perished one after another beneath the calamity, their wails filling the land...

The Douluo Continent was destroyed.