Seeing Daylight Again

"Sure, sure, of course you can." Ming Lunyu agreed without hesitation.

But the moment he agreed, he felt a little awkward.

He realized he did not seem to be very good at naming things.

So he decisively turned to Ma Hongjun for help.

Ma Hongjun thought for two seconds, then decisively blanked out.

Forget it. She was no help.

As Ming Lunyu soothed the restless little girl, he racked his brains.

"What name would sound nice? Tang Chen... Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King... Tang... Bat, Fu... Tang Fu'er..."

The little girl's eyes lit up when she heard the name. "Brother, I want that one, that one! It sounds nice! I want to be called Tang Fu'er!"

Seeing how happy she was, Ming Lunyu swallowed his suggestion to give her a better-sounding name.

As long as she liked it.

Thus, the little girl was officially renamed Tang Fu'er.

"Come to think of it, you call me Brother? How old are you supposed to be now? Is it really appropriate for you to call me Brother?" Ming Lunyu asked.

Tang Fu'er thought for a moment. "I should be over a hundred years old, I guess~ Hehe, so what? I like Brother. Brother smells nice, so I want to be Brother's little sister!"

Tang Fu'er affectionately wrapped her arms around Ming Lunyu's waist and rubbed her little face against him.

"You really don't look over a hundred. Only your store of knowledge barely matches that age." Ming Lunyu said with a laugh.

"By the way, we should get moving. The entrance to Hell Road is about to close."

Seemingly casually, Ma Hongjun stepped forward and peeled Tang Fu'er off him, then spoke seriously. She looked as though she were genuinely worried that Hell Road would close.

But the way she tightly held Tang Fu'er's hand showed that her intentions were not so simple.

Tang Fu'er gave a token struggle, then let Ma Hongjun hold her hand.

As one of the first two people she had seen, Tang Fu'er actually had quite a favorable impression of Ma Hongjun as well.

"That's true. We should get going. We can finally leave this damned place." Ming Lunyu sounded relaxed, but excitement was hidden beneath his words.

"I'm counting on you, Fu'er."

"Mhm! Leave it to me! I'm a ninety-ninth-rank Limit Douluo!" Tang Fu'er confidently promised, patting her little chest.

Ma Hongjun suddenly had a question. "Right, if Fu'er leaves with us, what about the King of Slaughter?"

Tang Fu'er froze for a moment, then lowered her head in thought. "It's fine. The King of Slaughter often goes years without showing himself anyway. He was... what was he doing again..."

As she thought, she painfully clutched her head. "Ugh~ I can't remember. There seems to have been something really powerful..."

Ma Hongjun stopped her sympathetically. "Alright, Fu'er. If you can't remember, forget it. Let's leave quickly."

"Mhm." Tang Fu'er obediently nodded and formed a strange hand seal.

At once, blood-red light blazed forth, and the Gates of Hell burst open.

"It's ready, Brother. Hold tightly to my hand."

Ming Lunyu and Ma Hongjun hurriedly grabbed one of Tang Fu'er's little hands each.

The three of them stepped through the gate together.

The world spun around them.

Before long, the sensation of solid ground beneath their feet returned.

Their surroundings were a completely blood-red world.

Other than a platform roughly five meters wide that could support people, everything else was a bottomless abyss. There was only a narrow path leading who knew where.

This was the so-called Hell Road.

"Brother, Sister Jun, hold on tight. We're taking off!"

Tang Fu'er cheered. Soul Power surged from her body, forming a wind barrier. Then, with one person in each hand, she carried them high into the air.

It was Ming Lunyu and Ma Hongjun's first time flying through the sky, and they found it incredibly novel.

"Let's go!"

Tang Fu'er sped forward with the two of them, leaving a long trail of golden-red light behind her.

Along the way, a great snake with ten heads poked its head out for a look, only to be sent back down by a casual slash from Tang Fu'er.

"That is the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent, an exotic beast that guards Hell Road," Tang Fu'er explained.

The flight continued.

In less than a minute, the three of them had already left Hell Road.

After six years, warm sunlight once more fell upon Ming Lunyu and Ma Hongjun.

Tang Fu'er quietly landed on the ground.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Ming Lunyu stared blankly at everything around him.

Familiar, yet unfamiliar.

Sunlight, soil, green grass, towering trees...

At some point, a tear slipped down from the corner of his eye.

The Confucian Yama King, who had slaughtered without restraint in the City of Slaughter and struck fear into all who spoke of him, had shed tears.

Ma Hongjun had already thrown herself onto Ming Lunyu's shoulder, crying her eyes out.

"It's over?"

Ming Lunyu murmured.

How hasty. They had not even fully prepared themselves mentally before suddenly coming out like this.

Hasty? It was not hasty. Not in the slightest.

Only Ming Lunyu and Ma Hongjun knew.

How much they had paid for this very moment.

But as Ming Lunyu felt the gentle breeze and bright sunlight, he felt that everything had been worth it.

It made him truly feel that he was alive.

The City of Slaughter had colorful lights as well, but no matter how dazzling they were, they could not compare to the impact this moment had on him.

"Yes, it's over."

Where the two of them could not see, Tang Fu'er wore a gentle expression as she softly stroked their heads.

"You did it. The Douluo Continent of the future will change because of you. It definitely will."

Three days later, Sunset City.

Ming Lunyu got up early. He bought himself breakfast at the hotel and ate by himself.

Ma Hongjun and Tang Fu'er were still asleep.

It had been three days since they left the City of Slaughter. During those three days, Ming Lunyu had constantly been reacquainting himself with everything in the outside world, often feeling as though a lifetime had passed.

For those who crawled out of hell, everything looked like paradise.

The first thing Ming Lunyu did after returning to the outside world was indulge in a long-missed sleep without constantly fearing for his life. He slept for an entire day and night.

Thanks to the miraculous Second Martial Soul, despite enduring countless killings in the City of Slaughter, neither Ming Lunyu nor Ma Hongjun suffered from uncontrollable Killing Qi. Instead, they could freely draw it in and release it at will, perfectly controlling it.

Their experiences in the City of Slaughter had brought them far more than suffering. They had also gained unimaginable rewards.

The first was an increase in raw strength.

Ming Lunyu and Ma Hongjun's physical constitutions were already equivalent to those of battle-type Soul Emperors. Their Soul Power Levels were also nearing rank forty.

Ming Lunyu had initially wondered whether that level was too low. After all, most of the black Soul Power they had gained over the past few years had been used to temper their bodies, leaving little to increase their Soul Power.

But after Tang Fu'er brought the two of them to an Advanced Spirit Master Academy and pointed out the academy's most talented student, Ming Lunyu realized that his Soul Power Level also seemed to be monstrous. That genius student was also twelve years old, yet was only just above rank twenty.

Their other gain was combat skill that had reached the pinnacle.

To be honest, the physical constitution of a Soul Emperor was indeed powerful, but the City of Slaughter had no shortage of Fallen at the Soul Saint and Soul Douluo levels. It was impossible to defeat them through physical strength alone, so combat skills were necessary.

Ming Lunyu and Ma Hongjun possessed top-tier combat talent. This allowed them to comprehend more and more advanced combat techniques through fewer battles, rapidly gaining the ability to fight stronger opponents and even defeat them with ease.

Through countless battles, Ming Lunyu had also developed a method of using an opponent's strength against them, which he naturally taught to Ma Hongjun.

But the greatest gain from this experience was this: Divine Slaughter's Domain!

This was a domain!

After Tang Fu'er's explanation, Ming Lunyu fully understood just how precious domains were. They were miraculous abilities that even Titled Douluo might not possess.

Every kind of domain could greatly enhance a Spirit Master. It could be said that a Spirit Master with a domain was invincible among those of the same rank.

This Divine Slaughter's Domain had been obtained at the very last moment before leaving Hell Road.

Its most basic effect was that enemies within the domain would be weakened by ten percent, while he himself could unleash one hundred and ten percent of his strength. This ratio would also increase as his Martial Soul grew.

With a light raise of his hand, an exquisite Folding Fan with jade-green ribs and a pale golden fan surface silently appeared in Ming Lunyu's hand.

After contracting Tang Fu'er, his Martial Soul evolved once again. The fan ribs had become completely jade-like, and the fan surface had turned pale gold. However, the blades that had originally lined the fan's edges had not disappeared. Instead, they had become even sharper, while the blades at the tips of each fan rib were packed more tightly together, making it difficult at a glance to notice that the fan contained blades.

The instant the Folding Fan appeared, the air pressure around him seemed to drop by several degrees as faint Killing Qi spread through the air.

The fan surface was no longer as empty as before. It now bore blood-red patterns of mysterious charm, the mark of Divine Slaughter's Domain engraved upon his Martial Soul.