Opening of the Demon Passage

Evening arrived in the blink of an eye. Yuan'en Yehui looked at her sleeping daughter, her heart overflowing with love.

Mom, Dad, can your spirits in heaven see this?

Your daughter is no longer an Evil Soul Master hunted by everyone; I have a husband who loves me deeply and a daughter with infinite potential.

I can feel that the old clan leader truly accepted me today as well. Can you all see it?

Her eyes grew exceptionally bright. The knot in her heart regarding her past as an Evil Soul Master, which had troubled her for so many years, was finally untied at this moment.

With her heart filled with love for her daughter and sweet happiness, she looked at the sleeping child and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

She did not resist the drowsiness, instead closing her eyes. Her long eyelashes covered her lids, and her breathing gradually became steady.

She really needed a good sleep. After a sleep, she could forget all her fatigue and welcome a beautiful tomorrow.

The chaotic emotions in her mind gradually calmed and faded away. Having not dreamed for years, she finally drifted into a dream.

Just as Yuan'en Yehui and her daughter fell into a deep sleep, if anyone were watching, they would have noticed a purple aura emerging from Yuan'en Yehui.

The purple aura flowed through their physical contact into the body of Yuan'en Yehui's daughter.

The aura around Yuan'en Yehui began to undergo a subtle, imperceptible transformation. A faint purple light radiated from the surface of her skin, and the gentle Soul Power within her body flowed continuously into her Soul Core, naturally purifying itself and striking against that already thin barrier.

The untying of her heart's knot, accompanied by the blessing of an unknown power, plus her years of accumulation as a Spirit Master.

In her sleep, Yuan'en Yehui broke through the Spirit Douluo level and reached the Title Douluo realm.

Surprisingly, a layer of purple aura kept emerging from her body. Even though she hadn't absorbed a spirit ring, her ninth spirit ring appeared quietly.

This ninth spirit ring was different from traditional ones; it presented a golden-purple color, which was quite strange. If anyone else saw it, they would certainly not think it was a thousand-year purple spirit ring.

In her dream, Yuan'en Yehui's consciousness sank deeper and deeper.

"Yuan'en Yehui, come quickly, come here." Her husband was holding their daughter's hand and waving at her.

"Tiangang, I'm coming." Yuan'en Yehui ran over happily, but for some reason, even though they were within reach, no matter how much she accelerated, she could never touch them; there was always a tiny gap.

Then she saw her daughter smile wickedly, her eyes filled with purple light. Immediately after, the two of them merged together, forming a monster with one body and two heads.

A pair of huge wings slowly spread from the monster's back. Yuan'en Yehui began to scream in pain, her brain feeling as if it had crashed.

A burst of purple mist rose, covering Yuan'en Yehui and the monster.

When the mist dissipated, Yuan'en Yehui had disappeared, leaving only a three-headed monster.

Yuan'en Yehui's head was in the center, while the other two heads were three parts human and seven parts dog.

"Darkness descends; only through falling can one be free!" The three-headed monster chanted a spell.

A powerful force filled Yuan'en Yehui's body. Thick dark energy poured in continuously, remodeling and strengthening her physique. Behind her, a giant phantom of a Hell Three-Headed Dog flickered in and out of existence.

Cold, insane, and murderous intent drilled into Yuan'en Yehui's sea of consciousness. The pristine white sea of consciousness instantly turned blood-red. Bloodlust, fear, and all sorts of negative emotions continued to sprout.

Murderous intent filled her brain, and the aura of bloodlust and madness surged continuously. In her sleep, Yuan'en Yehui's body twisted as she began to advance toward a cold and dark world.

Suddenly, Yuan'en Yehui opened her eyes. The scene in her dream vanished into nothingness. As if she didn't see her daughter sleeping beside her, her entire aura became gloomy, like an abyss devouring all light.

Her eyes had turned deep purple, and purple light overflowed from them. The wings of a Fallen Angel slowly unfolded behind her, her body filled with an aura of death and Destruction.

"Roar!"

A low growl escaped her throat, carrying an indescribable pressure, as if she were completely incompatible with this world.

"Mom, where are you going?"

A childish voice sounded from behind. Yuan'en Yehui's figure paused, then she leaped up, transforming into a black stream of light, and flew toward the distance, carrying an inherent dark aura.

A purple halo surrounded her body, and her heart beat powerfully. Every vibration seemed to be responding to a call from afar.

Yuan'en Yehui felt refreshed all over, a crazy and wonderful feeling filling her brain. Her strength also climbed steadily during the flight, her aura rising continuously.

Finally, she settled on a mountain peak. The dark, dead aura spread through the soil, echoing her power from afar.

"Embrace the darkness; only by falling can one be free."

Yuan'en Yehui's pupils emitted a purple-gold light, her red lips moving slightly as she whispered softly.

Her voice seemed to carry a certain magic. The low chanting echoed in the air, and strands of purple runes condensed one after another.

Finally, a strange, twisted pattern rose, and a huge magic circle took shape.

"Demon Passage!"

Yuan'en Yehui's ninth spirit ring flashed violently.

A huge purple-black light gate slowly appeared.

It was a gateway to the Demon Plane.

When the light gate first appeared, it was over three meters high. As it gradually solidified, the gate began to expand slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it became a massive portal ten meters high and eight meters wide.

The surrounding space twisted continuously. From behind the gate, the roar of a Hell Three-Headed Dog came from the depths.

A giant Three-Headed Giant Dog crawled out of the light gate.

This Three-Headed Giant Dog was covered in purple-gold scales, the middle head wore a purple-gold crown, and its body burned with raging flames.

"I! Demon Monarch Wujie, descend upon this plane today to bring endless disaster."

(My brothers, please bear with me; it really isn't my intention to use names that even I can't pronounce, but this is what was used in the original text.)

"My envoy, you have done well. As a reward, I bestow upon you the royal bloodline of my Hell Three-Headed Dog to honor your meritorious service."

The colors on Ye Hui intensified, and surging energy erupted from the gate, causing her aura to climb continuously.

"Descend, my Demon Legion!"

Following a great shout from the Demon Monarch Wujie, the already massive portal continued to expand. First, thousands of Lesser Devils led the charge, followed by two Great Devils crawling out from within.

Immediately after, thousands of monsters with human bodies but wings three times the size of their torsos—a mutated variant of demon known as the Flying Demon—emerged.

They hovered in the air, forming a square formation.

Behind the aerial troops, thousands of bipedal Demon Men surged forth; these Demon Men were similar in build to humans but possessed four arms.

The massive light gate had already begun to destabilize, likely due to the inherent repulsion from the Douluo Plane itself.

Just then, three enormous figures appeared, their bodies also suffused with purple-gold light, stabilizing the light gate once more.

Upon closer inspection, these three creatures looked like smaller versions of the Monarch Wujie—three smaller Hell Three-Headed Dogs.

Monarch Wujie looked at his troops and nodded in satisfaction, taking a deep breath: "The energy of other planes is truly abundant; even the air is sweet."

"My sons, slaughter and plunder!"

"Let this world feel the might of the Demon Plane!"

"Great King! Look, there are stars in the sky!"

A Flying Devil suddenly interrupted Monarch Wujie at an inopportune moment, speaking with excitement.