The Lion Emperor Never Dies, the Endless Never Perish

Inside the First Class dormitory of Eastsea Academy, Wujin's aura grew increasingly frigid, filled with deathly silence and towering resentment. Faint, unwilling roars could even be heard coming from within him.

"Is this a Wraith? But why is it different from ordinary Wraiths?" Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li frowned tightly. As a high-ranking member of the Sea God Pavilion, she had dealt with Evil Spirit Masters many times and seen quite a few Wraiths.

But the Wraiths within Wujin were unlike any she had seen before.

As the name suggested, Wraiths were spiritual entities formed from condensed resentment.

Yet the Wraiths inside Wujin contained something she could not describe. It seemed that, besides resentment, they held something else as well.

"With so many Wraiths entering his body, he still hasn't completely fallen. What terrifying willpower." Even Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li could not help but sigh sincerely. The number of Wraiths within Wujin was the greatest she had ever seen in her life.

It even surpassed an Evil Spirit Master she had encountered years ago, one who specialized in Wraiths.

That Evil Spirit Master had already been a Title Douluo-level powerhouse.

Yet Wujin, merely a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster, had not fallen beneath such an overwhelming mass of Wraiths.

Such willpower could only be described as unbelievable.

Although she knew that the fundamental reason was that the Wraiths inside Wujin were not composed of pure resentment, and that another force within them was preventing the Wraiths from eroding Wujin's Spiritual World, Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li still regarded him with deep respect.

With Wujin's willpower, not even Shrek Academy could produce a second person like him.

Suddenly, a wave of Soul Power spread through the room. Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li turned around, and the shock in her eyes deepened.

"Wujin's Wraith aura is leaking out. An ordinary Three-Ring Soul Elder would have nightmares even sleeping beside him, and cultivation would make them prone to losing control. Yet you, a mere One-Ring, were actually able to meditate and cultivate—and even break through." Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li stared at Xia Yi and Wujin. These two were more monstrous than the other.

Whether it was cultivation, talent, or willpower, any one of Wujin's qualities could overwhelm the geniuses of Shrek Academy's Inner Court.

Other than his weaker cultivation and slightly inferior talent, Xia Yi was no weaker than the geniuses of Shrek Academy's Inner Court in any other regard.

Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li did not know that Xia Yi truly had lost control during cultivation. As his Soul Power broke through, his consciousness arrived in an unfamiliar place.

What he saw was a boundless range of snow-covered mountains stretching for thousands of miles. The farther they extended, the taller they rose, piercing straight into the clouds.

"Roar!" A tremendous roar rang out. At the summit of the snowy mountains, an enormous figure appeared. Through the snowflakes swirling across the sky, Xia Yi could see that it was a gigantic white Lion Emperor.

The Lion Emperor stood with his four paws atop four mountain peaks. The intimidating aura he radiated shook heaven and earth alike. The endless snowy mountains trembled, while birds and beasts alike prostrated themselves on the ground, shivering as they bowed in this direction.

"Does a mere Lion Emperor think he is worthy of stopping our Abyssal Plane?" A stream of dark gray air suddenly shot into the sky from deep within the snowy mountains, and strange-looking Abyssal Creatures rushed out of it one after another.

"Those who invade the Endless Mountains shall die!" The enormous lion roared, slamming both claws forward. Phantom images of countless beasts emerged behind him and struck forward alongside his claws.

The immense power shattered every creature rushing out from the dark gray current in an instant.

"You have some strength, but how many can you stop?" An enraged roar came from within the dark gray current. The next moment, over a hundred dark gray currents appeared at once.

Endless Abyssal Creatures poured out from the dark gray currents. In only moments, the entire Endless Mountains were engulfed by roars, with sounds of slaughter echoing everywhere.

One Abyssal Creature after another was torn apart by the Soul Beasts of the Endless Mountains, reverting into currents of air that were absorbed back into the Abyssal Plane.

One Soul Beast after another was slain by the Abyssal Creatures.

In less than an hour, countless Soul Rings had appeared above the Endless Mountains, densely floating through the air.

White! Yellow! Purple! ... Even red Soul Rings could be seen.

"My people!" The Lion Emperor howled toward the heavens, his eyes splitting at the corners. He had slaughtered until he was nearly mad, and the phantoms of myriad beasts behind him were roaring as well. If the Abyssal Creatures he had killed did not number a hundred thousand, they numbered at least eighty thousand.

His snow-white fur had long since been dyed completely red with blood. It was all his own blood. He was wounded too.

After dying, Abyssal Creatures turned into streams of air. They had no blood to spill.

But the Abyssal Creatures could not be killed fast enough. The more were slain, the more emerged.

Meanwhile, only a handful of Soul Beasts remained in the Endless Mountains.

"Quickly, use the flesh, blood, and souls of these Soul Beasts as a sacrifice to expand the Abyssal Passage. Only by allowing the Holy Monarch to descend will we have a chance to conquer the Douluo Continent in one stroke." Within the dark gray currents, terrifying figures with powerful auras continuously collected the corpses, souls, and Soul Rings of the dead Soul Beasts.

Before long, all the Soul Beast corpses and Soul Rings had been gathered and sent before the largest gray current at the center.

"Kill the Lion Emperor. Use his power to merge these Soul Beasts' bloody souls and open an Abyssal Passage capable of allowing the Holy Monarch to descend." A dragon-shaped Abyssal Creature raised his head to look at the Lion Emperor. Terrifying spiritual ripples spread from his eyes. The Lion Emperor, who had been slaughtering in every direction moments ago, swayed—and fell straight from the sky.

He crashed into the mountain of Soul Beast corpses.

"I will make you die!" The Lion Emperor rose to his feet once more, his voice causing the entire snowy mountain range to tremble again. But what answered him were one terrifying giant claw after another.

Though his combat power was unmatched, his cultivation was ultimately insufficient. Several top-tier Abyssal Creature powerhouses attacked at the same time.

His body was instantly smashed into a mist of blood.

"Sacrifice, to welcome the Holy Monarch?" The enormous dragon-shaped Abyssal Creature spoke in a deep voice. He extended a pair of dragon claws, merging the blood mist formed from the Lion Emperor's body into the Soul Beast corpses below.

"Lion Emperor!"

Suddenly, an almost imperceptibly weak soul ripple emerged from the souls of those dead Soul Beasts.

"Lion Emperor, you are the emperor of the Endless Mountains. You cannot die!" With the first ripple came a second, then another.

"Lion Emperor, you have protected us for so many years. Today, it is our turn to protect you."

Wave after wave of faint soul ripples poured into the Lion Emperor's blood mist. In the end, all the blood mist formed from his shattered body roared at once, and those roars converged into a single sentence.

"The Lion Emperor never dies, the Endless never perish!"

The enormous roar resounded through heaven and earth. Even the human cities outside the Endless Mountains heard that unwilling cry.

"The Lion Emperor never dies, the Endless never perish!"

"Not good! Suppress it at once!" the Abyssal Dragon roared, but it was already too late. Strands of essence burst out from the Soul Beast corpses and all merged into the Lion Emperor's blood mist.

Immediately afterward, every Soul Ring seemed to answer a summons, flying into the Lion Emperor's blood mist one after another.

"Suppress it!" the dragon-shaped Abyssal Creature roared. Yet, protected by the Soul Beast corpses, souls, and Soul Rings, the blood mist suddenly shot into the sky and vanished from the Forbidden Mountain Range in the blink of an eye.

"Even if the Holy Monarch cannot descend, I can still conquer the Douluo Continent." The dragon-shaped Abyssal Creature let out an intensely unwilling roar.

At his command, endless Abyssal Creatures began charging from the Endless Mountains toward the human cities below.