One day earlier.
Dragon City, northern Heaven Dou Empire.
Since Dragon City bordered the Extreme North, it was blanketed in snow all year round, its buildings clad in silver.
Dressed in heavy winter clothes, Bibi Dong entered Dragon City. As soon as she arrived, she saw a notice posted by the city gate.
"The Heavenly Dragon Sect's Old Heavenly Dragon turns eighty."
Bibi Dong paused for a moment, a cold smile on her lips. "I'll turn the birthday feast into a funeral banquet."
The Heavenly Dragon Sect controlled most of Dragon City, and every disciple in the sect possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.
Once the number-one Beast Martial Soul ten thousand years ago, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon still ranked among the best of its kind in this era.
The Heavenly Dragon Sect was bustling with activity, decorated with lanterns and streamers. The day before the birthday feast, disciples had come from both inside and outside the city.
Bright red lanterns hung in every corner of the sect, and red banners fluttered in the cold wind.
The sect master, Old Heavenly Dragon, was a Titled Douluo of rank ninety-five and the only one in all of Dragon City. As a result, preparations for his birthday feast had caused a sensation throughout the city.
Many guests would arrive tomorrow, so the Heavenly Dragon Sect's disciples had to finish decorating the entire sect by early morning.
Inside a modest room.
Eighty-year-old Old Heavenly Dragon lay back in a rocking chair, his hair white with age. He hardly looked like a man nearing the end of his life.
As his eyes opened and closed, an overwhelmingly domineering aura spread from him.
"There's really no need to go to so much trouble," Old Heavenly Dragon said.
Yu Tianlong, who sat beside him and attended to him, shook his head slightly. "Grandfather, you're the only Super Douluo in Dragon City. How could we treat your eightieth birthday as anything less than a major occasion?"
"Instead of tending to me here, you should go into seclusion and break through to Soul Ancestor. Then you can become a Titled Douluo sooner and take over for me."
"Under your protection, the Heavenly Dragon Sect is the greatest in Dragon City, keeping the Earth Dragon Sect down. It's renowned throughout the Heaven Dou Empire and even across the Douluo Continent," Yu Tianlong said proudly.
Those who possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul were born arrogant and haughty. They liked to show off, wishing the whole continent knew about their deeds.
Yu Xiaogang had taken Tang San as his disciple in the first place to wash away the humiliation he had suffered.
History had proven Yu Xiaogang successful. In this era, his name would go down in history.
"The founder of my Heavenly Dragon Sect, Yu Tianxin, inherited the legacy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan from ten thousand years ago. Back then, our clan was renowned throughout the Soul Master World, standing alongside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Sect as one of the Top Three Sects."
Old Heavenly Dragon sighed. "Unfortunately, Spirit Hall's sudden attack brought the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to the brink of annihilation. Our founder, Yu Tianxin, happened to be away at the time and thus escaped the disaster."
"By now, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect has gradually declined because the legendary strongest support-type Martial Soul, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, hasn't appeared in ten thousand years. The Clear Sky Sect disappeared a thousand years ago, and it may well have vanished into the annals of history."
"Only the Martial Soul of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been passed down." Old Heavenly Dragon was full of pride, and Yu Tianlong was just the same.
At that moment, a cold voice abruptly sounded from within the room.
"Is that so? Then would you mind if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul vanished from the Soul Master World entirely?"
"Who's there!"
Old Heavenly Dragon's weariness vanished. He sprang to his feet, shattering the rocking chair. Two yellow, two purple, and five black Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet. Blue lightning burst from his body, and dense scales covered him from head to toe.
"Whoosh!"
A pale blade of light sliced through the room. Yu Tianlong's head rolled to the floor, and a pillar of blood erupted from his severed neck, splashing Old Heavenly Dragon's face.
Warm blood dripped from his face. Old Heavenly Dragon stared at his eldest grandson's lifeless eyes, his body trembling as murderous intent surged in his own.
"Who are you?! You killed my grandson! I'll fight you to the death!"
Old Heavenly Dragon was furious, but before the Seventh Soul Ring beneath his feet could light up, the cold voice spoke again.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Eternal Wound."
Bibi Dong emerged from the darkness. With the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Soul possessing her, dark green spiderweb patterns marked her forehead. A crystalline, dark green glow spread over her body; three pairs of dark green spider legs appeared on her back, and both arms transformed into similar dark green spears.
At that moment, one spear pierced Old Heavenly Dragon's chest. He felt his life force being drained away, flowing into her without end.
"This is... the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Soul... How is that possible?! Who are you?"
Old Heavenly Dragon's eyes widened as he stared at the plain-looking woman before him, his question sounding like a cry from the depths of his soul.
Bibi Dong smiled faintly. "Ten thousand years ago, I was the one who ordered the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan destroyed. Who do you think I am?"
Old Heavenly Dragon was shaken to his core. He stared at her, eyes wide with disbelief. "You... Impossible! You're dead. Tang San, who had become a god with two divine positions, killed you with his own hands. It's recorded in our sect's ancient books..."
Bibi Dong was unmoved. The murderous intent in her eyes only grew stronger. "I'll settle things with Tang San sooner or later. But for now, I'll take care of you survivors who slipped through the net ten thousand years ago."
"When the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was destroyed ten thousand years ago, you descendants who escaped hadn't yet recovered your strength. Now, you have only one Titled Douluo in the entire Heavenly Dragon Sect, and a pitiful few hundred people in all. Compared with ten thousand years ago, your sect has truly fallen far."
Old Heavenly Dragon's eyes were bloodshot. He tried to fight back with his life, but Bibi Dong had no intention of letting him.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe came down on Old Heavenly Dragon's shoulder. With a gentle pull to the right, it sliced through his neck.
Old Heavenly Dragon felt a chill at his throat. His vision flipped as his head fell. From the ground, he looked at his eldest grandson's lifeless face. Grandfather and grandson stared into each other's eyes, filled with fear and resentment.
The resurrection of Bibi Dong, the Pope of Martial Soul Hall who had died ten thousand years ago, was an event that could shake the entire continent.
Bibi Dong burned Old Heavenly Dragon's corpse to ashes, leaving no trace of herself behind.
That night, cries of anguish rang throughout the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Wielding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, Bibi Dong became the god of death; wherever she flashed past, the sect's disciples fell dead.
When the first rays of dawn fell upon the bloodstained sect, the city's major powers and the great sects from across the Heaven Dou Empire arrived to offer their birthday greetings.
The scene before them stunned them—and then filled them with fury.
Old Heavenly Dragon's head hung from the bloodstained "Heavenly Dragon Sect" signboard, his eyes still open. Scarlet blood dripped to the ground, forming a small pool.
The moment they opened the door, hearts heavy with unease, they found corpses covering the sect's walkways, main hall, and training rooms. Not a single person had survived. They had all met violent deaths.
On a snow-white wall, a line of words had been written in blood:
"Let the holy light shine upon the earth, and let the Holy Spirit descend upon the mortal world."
A signature appeared beneath it: Holy Spirit Cult.
Red banners fluttered along the corridors, and red lanterns swayed in the wind. Corpses littered the walkways, blood running in streams—a scene of eerie horror.
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