Douluo: Martial Soul Ghost Emperor of the Wedding Dress, All Spirit Beasts Sacrifice

A Rou's bones were dragged into the sea of blood.

Patches of red Other Shore Flower emerged.

Wherever the dark red light passed, red lanterns appeared on the large trees.

The scene of a grand wedding procession stretching for miles appeared once again.

At the core of the Lake of Life, in a space on the other side of the spring of life, lay a massive black dragon, its entire body covered in scales of deep, profound black.

Its eyes were tightly shut, and with every breath, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to be absorbed frantically.

Just then, blossoms of Other Shore Flower spread inward, and red lanterns hung all around.

Ghostly Soul after Ghostly Soul flew out from the sea of blood, each carrying different items.

As the Other Shore Flower bloomed, they scattered a sea of petals across the sky.

A suona sounded, playing Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix.

The originally slumbering black dragon suddenly opened those deep, profound eyes.

He was dazed at first, then looked at the scene before him in astonishment.

Four Ghostly Souls carried a Red Bed, floating at the very front.

Surrounding them were five or six Ghostly Souls dressed in red silk, their faces pale and their lips stained with cinnabar.

Their arms were wrapped in ten-zhang-long scarlet ribbons; they carried baskets on their left arms and scattered Other Shore Flower petals into the sky with their right hands, dancing together with the petals from the sea of blood. While the scene was spectacular, eerie female ghostly laughter rang out from time to time.

Behind them were over a dozen Ghostly Souls holding various ancient musical instruments, blowing the sound of the suona.

Further back, eight Ghostly Souls carried a red sedan chair, floating in the air.

The sedan chair was covered in red silk, and the curtains swayed from time to time.

One could vaguely see the person inside wearing a vibrant phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes.

Behind the sedan chair were all sorts of strange Ghostly Souls.

Some carried mirrors, some carried mattresses, some carried chests...

At the very end was a Coffin.

The procession was vast and mighty; the sound of the suona accompanied by the Other Shore Flower made the entire group a mix of celebration and terror.

The black dragon was stunned.

He had never seen such a strange scene before.

He came to his senses.

Immediately, he flew into a rage.

He swiped his dragon claw.

It stirred up a powerful current, causing ripples to appear in the surrounding space.

The claw landed right in the middle of the wedding procession.

"Boom!"

The ground instantly tore open, revealing a massive crater.

But the wedding procession remained completely unscathed, continuing to move forward at a leisurely pace toward the distance, not even the sound of the suona affected.

It was as if the dragon claw had struck nothing at all.

A look of bewilderment appeared in the black dragon's angry pupils.

With a flash of light.

The black dragon vanished, replaced by a middle-aged man in a black robe with a tall, upright figure and a cold, stern face.

"King of Myriad Demons, go outside and see what is happening! How could such a strange thing appear here!"

"Su Wen, has he not arrived yet?"

Bibi Dong looked around, frowning slightly as she waited in vain for the wedding procession to arrive.

"This... I don't know either, the Spirit Skill has already been released!"

Su Wen looked around at the scene, which was still covered in red wedding decorations.

The contract had certainly succeeded, but as for where it was being sent from, he was not sure.

"It's here!"

Bibi Dong's brow relaxed.

The people of Spirit Hall also looked over with curiosity.

The sound of the suona was now close at hand.

Then, they all saw the vast and mighty procession of Ghostly Souls floating in the air.

They were heading straight toward them.

Some of these Cardinals were seeing this for the first time, while others had watched it from afar back at Spirit Hall.

Regardless, they were all shaken to their core.

This continent had never seen such a way of conducting a wedding procession.

"Eagle, why are your legs shaking?"

"I'm afraid of ghosts!"

"Uh, you're a level 76 Spirit Saint, for heaven's sake!"

"I'm afraid of ghosts!"

"You're a man as bold as an eagle!"

"I'm afraid of ghosts!"

"..."

"Lake of Life!"

Su Wen realized they had come from the direction of the Lake of Life.

Connecting this to the last time, when they came from the direction of Spirit Hall.

Su Wen suddenly understood.

Within a radius of ten miles, they started the delivery from wherever seemed the most noble.

"Bang!"

The red sedan chair landed, a chilling wind blew, and the curtain lifted on its own.

Inside sat a woman dressed in a blood-red wedding gown.

Just like last time, a red thread drifted out from Su Wen's Spirit Ring.

Bibi Dong watched this scene, and even though she had seen it once before, she still felt a wave of emotion in her heart.

The entire procession looked like a wedding, and despite the festive atmosphere, it was inexplicably eerie.

Bibi Dong watched as Su Wen took A Rou into his Spirit Ring.

She glanced at his left hand, seeing another red thread had appeared, and knew it was over.

Her red lips parted slightly: "Return to Wuhun City!"

"As you command, Your Holiness the Pope!"

The crowd snapped out of their daze and began to leave the area in an orderly fashion.

Bibi Dong held Su Wen's hand, while the latter had a thoughtful look on his small face.

Suddenly, a surge of spirit power lifted Su Wen up, and Bibi Dong carried him as they flew into the sky.

"What are you thinking about?"

Bibi Dong asked suddenly.

"Teacher, did you notice that there were many dowry items in the wedding procession?"

"Hehe, why... are you taking it seriously? Those are just fakes."

"I don't think so!"

Su Wen hadn't observed the procession carefully when they were at Spirit Hall.

There were too many people at the time, and he had wanted to finish quickly without being too conspicuous, so he hadn't given it much thought.

But he had seen that last procession clearly.

"Why... what were you expecting her to bring as a dowry?"

Bibi Dong glanced at him indifferently.

"I suppose that's true..."

Su Wen replied with an embarrassed expression, but he had already made up his mind to ask A Rou and A Yin when he returned.

After all, his spirit had always exuded an air of strangeness and mystery.

As the people from Spirit Hall departed, a handsome man with a slightly pale, greenish complexion and cyan eyes watched their direction silently.

A thoughtful expression appeared on his face before he vanished from the spot.

"What... a Spirit Beast married a human Spirit Master..."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting..."

In the space beneath the core of the Lake of Life, the middle-aged man looked at the returning King of Myriad Demons with a strange expression.

"It is indeed so, and the scene was somewhat..."

The King of Myriad Demons couldn't quite describe the scene; if you called it festive, it was filled with a terrifying atmosphere, and if you called it strange, they were clearly marrying off a new bride.

He could only say: "In short, the Spirit Beast entered his Spirit Ring, and then that was that."