Blood Demon Curse and the Creation Dragon God, Ya Li, I Think We Have Nowhere Left to Go

Yue Zhengyu sat cross-legged where he was. Golden light flowed around the Holy Angel as he fantasized about beheading the Nether Ghost Two Emperors, breaking through several realms in succession to reach quasi-godhood, all while absorbing the Soul Power feedback gained from killing the Evil Soul Masters. Meanwhile, Zhao Xuanzhen had no idea that his brother had high hopes for him as he stepped into the stark-white laboratory.

"Little Lan, don't come in."

"Mm."

Lan Fuzi waited obediently outside the door, knowing Zhao Xuanzhen had his reasons.

Inside the laboratory, the researchers who had survived by sheer luck were like startled birds. Everyone huddled in the corners, still unable to recover from the successive upheavals and terror.

Zhao Xuanzhen swept his gaze over those haggard figures without deliberately distinguishing Tang Ziran and Lang Yue among them. To him, they were all victims who needed saving.

"The Evil Soul Masters have all been eliminated. From now on, you are free."

His calm voice reached every ear, mixed with soothing spiritual fluctuations.

Free?

The word sounded extraordinarily unfamiliar, like a stone thrown into the numb lake of the researchers' hearts, sending ripples spreading outward. They stood stunned for a long while, their faces frozen in confusion.

They had been imprisoned by the Holy Spirit Cult Evil Soul Masters, transferred from Douluo Continent to the Dou Ling Continent, then moved back again, conducting medicinal experiments day after day.

As time passed, the Evil Soul Masters had severed the researchers' connection with the outside world. They had almost no chance to contact family or friends, nor had they recognized the young man standing before them as the renowned Tai Chi Douluo of the present age.

"Go home."

Zhao Xuanzhen nodded slightly at them, the certainty in his ink black eyes dispersing their final trace of doubt.

Boom—

After a brief dead silence, earth-shaking cheers suddenly erupted from the laboratory. Years of suppressed fear and despair burst through their restraints at this moment, pouring out completely.

The researchers tore off their white coats. Some clutched their heads and wept, some threw back their heads and howled, then desperately smashed the equipment in this prison, declaring the shattering of their chains.

Zhao Xuanzhen stood quietly to one side, watching this carnival of liberation and allowing them to vent the emotions they had suppressed for so long.

Once the intense emotions had eased somewhat, he gathered all the researchers before him.

"While you were imprisoned, your Essence Blood was controlled by the Evil Soul Masters. The Holy Spirit Cult's Dark Blood Demon secretly planted the Blood Demon Curse in you. Before you return home, I will remove this evil technique for you."

Buzz—

The instant he finished speaking, a cold and filthy Soul Power fluctuation abruptly erupted from inside the researchers' bodies!

All the researchers looked at one another in panic. A strange dark-red pattern emerged on each of their foreheads. The patterns twisted and writhed, forming vicious ghost faces that seemed lifelike, their upturned mouths appearing to sneer at them!

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The sinister, hoarse laughter was filled with cruelty and struck directly at the deepest parts of the researchers' souls. It was a provocation released by the Dark Blood Demon, thousands of miles away, through the Blood Demon Curse!

The temperature in the laboratory plummeted. The joy of being reborn was instantly frozen by fear. The ghost-face patterns gleamed with ominous bloody light, as though they could detonate the blood and qi inside these ordinary people at any moment, leaving them to die in the miserable fate of exploding apart.

Dark Blood Demon, leader of the Holy Spirit Cult's Dark Four Heavenly Kings, possessed Limit Douluo cultivation and excelled at sinister, treacherous curse techniques.

The Blood Demon Curse was his signature technique. With only a single drop of Essence Blood, he could doom someone beyond redemption. Even Holy Spirit Douluo Yali, the world's greatest healing Soul Master, had no way to deal with it.

Zhao Xuanzhen's eyes narrowed slightly, yet he showed no panic at all as he slowly raised his right hand.

A point of purple-gold light lit up at his fingertips. An ancient, desolate dragon's might descended with a roar, dignified and domineering, towering above all living beings.

Roar—

The dragon's cry rang out, echoing again and again. The purple-gold light transformed into a winding dragon phantom. At first, it was a majestic giant stretching across the heavens, before rapidly shrinking into a Purple-Gold Divine Dragon several meters long. It lazily circled above the laboratory, its body covered in purple-gold dragon scales, while fierce Destruction Fire burned within its dragon eyes whenever they opened and closed.

"Creation Dragon God, it's your turn to act."

"Piece of cake. You Kid, you really came to the right person."

The Dragon King grinned, exposing a row of grim teeth as a smug, humanlike curve formed at the corners of his enormous mouth.

The four words "Creation Dragon God" struck straight at the heart of this Destruction Dragon King. His dragon heart swelled with delight, and his tail rose high into the air.

With a casual wave of his dragon claw, specks of purple-gold flame scattered down like a meteor shower. They contained an Aura of Annihilation capable of burning all things to ash—the Destruction Dragon Flame the Dragon King was so proud of.

Under the Dragon King's exquisite control, the Destruction Dragon Flame fell upon the researchers. Tiny dragons bared their fangs and claws as they tore at the bloody ghost faces on their foreheads.

Hiss!

The instant the Destruction Dragon Flame touched the Blood Demon Curse, the ghost faces that had been filled with mockery and malice seemed to have fallen into the deepest depths of hell. Their wails were shrill and miserable as they began twisting and struggling madly, like prawns rolling in a pot of boiling oil.

Scorched by the purple-gold flames of destruction, the Blood Demon Curse crackled as it rapidly blackened and shriveled. The Dark Blood Demon's lingering will let out a venomous shriek:

"Even if you break the Blood Demon Curse, you still cannot save these ant-like humans! Their lives are linked to the curse marks. Once the marks are removed, all their life force will scatter. They are doomed to die!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuanzhen's expression did not change. He merely glanced at the Dragon King and calmly stoked the flames. "Creation Dragon God, Dark Blood Demon doubts your abilities."

"A frog at the bottom of a well, narrow-minded and short-sighted—how dare you question the Dragon God soaring through the nine heavens!"

The Dragon King happened to fall for that. A hint of anger flashed through his dragon eyes, and he immediately took the bait, changing how he referred to himself to Dragon God. He sneered, "Ignorant vermin, how could the Creation Dragon God merely control destruction?"

The Destruction Dragon Flame instantly transformed. Its violent purple-gold color became vibrant green-gold, and an immense, boundless aura of life surged forth like mighty rivers rushing without end, enveloping the suffering researchers in an instant!

The Dragon King was no longer the Destruction Dragon King executed by the Dragon God because of his own attribute. After absorbing the legacy left behind by the Goddess of Life on Devil Island, his dragon race origin had ascended and transformed, granting him the two foundational elements of a Creation God: destruction and life!

The Dragon King's life attribute came from one of the Five Great God Kings of the Divine Realm. Having devoured countless Abyss creatures, his cultivation had also recovered to the limit of the Douluo Continent Plane, and he was now preparing to condense a divine position once more.

His life abilities surpassed even Ya Li's Wishing Angel. Especially when it came to replenishing life force, even ten Ya Lis tied together could not compare to the Creation Dragon God-brand power bank.

The Destruction Dragon Flame transformed, becoming green-gold Life Fire. It gently and warmly seeped into the researchers' bodies, full of holes from the curse mark's erosion. Their bodies, nearly exhausted of all vitality, were like parched land receiving sweet rain. As the Blood Demon Curse shattered, their severed lives were nourished and renewed, bursting forth with vigorous vitality once more!

The researchers' pale faces regained their color, their depleted blood and qi filled up again, and the hidden injuries left by their long captivity healed completely. Even the wounds in their minds received comfort.

At last, beneath the life radiance poured out by the Dragon King, the bloody ghost faces let out one final unwilling shriek before vanishing completely, leaving behind not the slightest trace that they had ever existed.

The laboratory's cold, venomous aura was swept clean, replaced by a refreshing fragrance of life. After escaping death, the researchers breathed deeply, feeling the long-lost ease and vitality within their bodies. Their eyes shone as they looked at Zhao Xuanzhen and the Dragon King, filled with heartfelt gratitude and reverence.

"For a lofty God King, was a mere evil curse from a Limit Douluo truly so difficult to handle?" Zhao Xuanzhen asked meaningfully.

"Ah, perhaps this Dragon God is simply too versatile and dependable."

The Dragon King waved his claw. He failed to catch Zhao Xuanzhen's underlying meaning, but that did not stop him from floating on air as he boasted about himself.

"We thank Your Excellency for lending a hand."

A middle-aged couple supported one another as they led all the researchers in expressing their gratitude to Zhao Xuanzhen. They were all ordinary people. On the Douluo Continent, where strength reigned supreme, few powerful figures were willing to value the lives and deaths of common folk.

"It was only my duty." Zhao Xuanzhen took out a Federal Gold Card and handed it to them. "You have suffered enough. Divide up some Federal Coin among yourselves, then return and reunite with your families."

"Thank you for your great kindness, Your Excellency!"

"Honey, I miss Wulin so much!"

"The last time I contacted Mang Tian while avoiding the Evil Soul Masters, he said Wulin had gotten into Shrek Academy. I wonder if he has graduated by now."

The middle-aged couple happily thanked Zhao Xuanzhen. Together with their colleagues, they discussed going to the train station in North Sea City and using the Gold Card Zhao Xuanzhen had given them to buy tickets home.

Only then did Zhao Xuanzhen recognize Tang Ziran and Lang Yue. Even so, he said nothing and silently turned to leave the research institute.

The Tai Chi Douluo's casual act had saved several families. Yet Tang San's Divine Sense occupied Chen Xin Jie's body, and Tang Wulin of this life had not been misled by Old Tang. He might not acknowledge that biological father of his. No One Knew what kind of life Tang Wulin was living in the Tang Sect, and Tang Ziran and Lang Yue's wish for reunion would likely come to nothing.

Just as he walked out of the research institute, a slender figure quietly drew close. Her deep-blue hair drifted in the wind as Lan Fuzi naturally linked her arm through Zhao Xuanzhen's. A faint smile rose on her beautiful face as she walked beside him. The two bid Yue Zhengyu farewell and headed toward the Spirit Pagoda in North Sea City.

Yue Zhengyu watched their intimate backs, admiring Zhao Xuanzhen's heaven-defying abilities. He had managed to get involved with a Hundred Thousand Year Deep Sea Demon Whale who was also a Holy Spirit Cult Saintess.

Yue Zhengyu had no objections to Lan Fuzi's identity as a cult saintess. Mainly because she carried no evil aura and lacked the heavy slaughter karma of an Evil Soul Master. She seemed like nothing more than a little padded jacket full of holes.

For the sake of pursuing great love, she had not hesitated to sell out the entire Holy Spirit Cult. With tears in his eyes, Yue Zhengyu raised two thumbs and thought of one word:

Shrek City, Spirit Pagoda Headquarters.

More than ten figures sat around the round table in the reception room. Heavenly Phoenix Douluo Leng Yaozhu, Gu Yue, Na'er, Bai Haoze, and Bai Zhicen—the five highest-ranking members of the headquarters were all present, gazing intently at those across from them.

Within the spacious reception room, the women of the Spirit Pagoda shone with radiant beauty. Meanwhile, Holy Spirit Douluo Yali held the Sky Pillar Divine Spear, her lovely face exceptionally haggard now, no longer bearing the glory of being the most beautiful woman on the continent.

Beside Holy Spirit Douluo sat an elderly man—the Douluo Continent's famous second Spear God, the War God Hall's deputy hall master, and fellow disciple of Sky Pillar Douluo Yun Ming: Yue Tian Douluo Guan Yue.

Below the two Titled Douluos sat the few remaining middle-generation members of Shrek Academy: Lan Muzi, Tang Yinmeng, Wu Changkong, and Shen Yi.

"Yaozhu, I'm sorry for disturbing the Spirit Pagoda so late at night..."

Ya Li rose to apologize, tears streaming down her cheeks. The continent's goddess was thin and sorrowful, her rain-soaked-flower appearance so pitiful that anyone who saw her would have their heart broken.

"Chen Xin Jie and Long Yeyue have joined forces. Duo Qing and Wu Qing were brutally murdered. We... have nowhere left to go..."

Seeing Ya Li on the verge of emotional collapse, Leng Yaozhu could not help feeling pity for her. The entanglements of their past feelings had long become history. The two of them should have been enjoying the sweetness of their later years.

Who could have expected the Holy Spirit Cult to interfere? Yun Ming had fallen a heroic death, and Ya Li had wanted to take up her husband's burden and support Shrek Academy. Yet Long Yeyue relied on her strength to act recklessly, forcibly taking the position of Sea God Pavilion Master. Ya Li could do nothing, only watch as Long Yeyue led Shrek toward a path of no return.

"Since Shrek Academy, the Tang Sect, and the War God Hall have declared war on the Spirit Pagoda, they are our enemies. Since you have abandoned darkness for the light, you are our allies. Ya Li, tell us about your situation," Leng Yaozhu urged.

"I'll explain." Yue Tian Douluo Guan Yue opened his mouth.

"Ever since the day Long Yeyue came to the Sea God Legion, Chen Xin Jie seemed to have become a completely different person. He fully supported Long Yeyue's militant ideas and, despite the opposition of most War Gods in the War God Hall, led us in resisting the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda.

"I had the War Gods endure for the time being and obey Chen Xin Jie's arrangements. In the identity of Yun Ming's fellow disciple, I expressed my loyalty to Long Yeyue and Chen Xin Jie, declaring that I was willing to give everything to revive Shrek Academy.

"After This Period of observation and testing, I concluded that Chen Xin Jie was absolutely not the Chen Xin Jie he once was. Long Yeyue called him Ancestor, and this Ancestor possessed an evil technique that could split souls. Duo Qing and Wu Qing fell victim to it. What remains alive now are merely empty shells."

The moment these words were spoken, Leng Yaozhu's expression turned ugly. The two Silver Dragon King's Half-Selves exchanged looks, slightly narrowing their black and silver-white eyes.

Guan Yue continued, "Long Yeyue suggested that Chen Xin Jie split Ya Li's soul. Fortunately, Ya Li has healed people across the world and is protected by the faith of countless people. Her soul differs from ordinary people's, which made Chen Xin Jie find her troublesome. But I could no longer remain hidden. While Chen Xin Jie was in seclusion, I quietly took them away."

"Yue Tian Douluo, do you have any guesses about that Ancestor's exact identity?" Having sorted out the sequence of events, Leng Yaozhu pressed for an answer.

Yue Tian Douluo hesitated. After thinking it over again and again, he let out a desolate sigh and said quietly:

"You may not believe it, but... someone capable of making the proud and stubborn Light Darkness Douluo Long Yeyue willingly lower her head and address him as Ancestor.

"Making Vast Sea Douluo Chen Xin Jie abandon resistance and surrender his body.

"Choosing the Tang Sect, a brother sect bound by common roots, as the first target.

"Legend says that Dragon Butterfly Douluo Tang Wutong was formed from the fusion of Wang Dong'er and the Imperial Auspicious Beast, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion...

"And there are more clues besides... Everything points to the shared ancestor of Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect from Twenty Thousand Years ago...

"Sea God Tang San."