Can This Betrothal Gift Suppress the God Realm?

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and Martial Soul City was still shrouded in a quiet, thin mist.

Early-rising shopkeepers had just propped open their doors, and only a few scattered patrolling soul masters walked the streets, their footsteps sounding exceptionally clear in the empty thoroughfare.

Suddenly, on the eastern horizon, where the pale white of dawn met the morning light, a dense purple aura surged forth without warning.

At first, it was just a wisp, spreading across the horizon like fine silk.

But immediately after, the purple aura expanded with a near-savage intensity, like ten thousand galloping horses or a raging sea breaking through a dam, sweeping across the entire expanse of the sky!

In less than a dozen breaths, the vast, surging purple aura had blanketed the entire firmament of Martial Soul City, swallowing the newly risen daylight whole.

The entire majestic city was enveloped in a magnificent yet oppressive purple-gold radiance.

What the soul masters within the city felt was a more visceral sense of terror.

The pressure contained within that purple aura, while not targeting soul masters as it had last time, carried a more ancient and vast quality. It felt like the primordial chaos from the dawn of creation, pressing down so heavily that their soul power stagnated and breathing became difficult.

The entire city was instantly plunged into an unprecedented state of turmoil.

Pope Palace, top-floor terrace.

Bibi Dong stood by the railing, her purple-black Pope robe snapping in the morning breeze.

She did not look at the panicked crowds below, her purple eyes locked firmly onto the boundless sea of purple clouds above.

For the first time, her typically cold and arrogant face was tinged with undisguised gravity and shock.

"This aura..."

She spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of dryness she herself had not noticed:

"It is a hundred times more terrifying than when the Primordial Spirit Bead descended."

Hu Liena stood half a step to her side.

She also looked up at the purple aura that seemed ready to crush the heavens, her heart pounding uncontrollably in her chest as if it were trying to break free from its constraints.

As the cool morning breeze blew past, she realized that her palms were already soaked through with a fine layer of cold sweat.

Seven days ago, the first betrothal gift, the Primordial Spirit Bead, had allowed her to be reborn, achieving Martial Soul Evolution and breaking through fifteen levels of soul power in succession to step into the Soul Douluo realm that countless soul masters dreamed of.

Such a miracle was enough to overturn the understanding of the entire continent.

But now, this second betrothal gift had yet to appear, and the mere omen of its arrival far surpassed the former in power.

That man... that man named Shen Yichen, what exactly is he trying to do?

Just how unfathomable is his foundation?

"Your... Your Holiness the Pope..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stumbled forward a step, the blood drained from his well-maintained face, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"What... what kind of power is this? To be able to cause the heavens and earth to change color to this extent! This... this can no longer be explained by divine power!"

As a Titled Douluo, he could clearly perceive that the essence of this power was fundamentally different from any energy system he had ever known.

It did not belong to soul power, nor did it belong to divine power; it was more ancient, more primordial, as if it were the very underlying rules that constructed this world.

In the face of this power, his Titled Douluo cultivation, of which he was so proud, was as insignificant as dust.

Bibi Dong shook her head slowly, her gaze never leaving the surging purple aura.

For the first time, her tone carried a hint of bewilderment and helplessness.

"I do not know."

These four words, spoken from her lips, caused both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo to stiffen.

In their hearts, the Pope Bibi Dong was omnipotent, a being on the verge of becoming a god, and the absolute pillar of Martial Soul Hall.

Yet now, she had personally admitted that she could not comprehend the scene before them.

This fact made their hearts palpitate even more than the pressure brought by the purple aura filling the sky.

Just then, a faint, ethereal Sanskrit chant echoed between heaven and earth.

The sound was distant and grand, not coming from any particular direction, but resonating directly in the depths of everyone's soul.

It was as if some supreme existence was brewing a world-shaking event on the other side of the world.

Within the Sanskrit chant, there were also the sounds of dragon roars, phoenix cries, and Qilin bellows, striking at everyone's spirit, wave after wave.

Hu Liena gazed at the purple aura, her fingertips curling slightly as she murmured to herself.

Shen Yichen... what shocking thing are you going to send this time...

Her voice was so soft that only she could hear it, and in her words, the anger and resistance from seven days ago were gone, replaced by a complex emotion she found unfamiliar—a mix of nervousness, curiosity, and... a hidden sense of anticipation.

As if in response to her question.

BOOM—!

A dull, thunderous roar erupted from the nine heavens!

The purple aura filling the sky suddenly stopped expanding and began to spin crazily, centered directly above Martial Soul City!

The sea of clouds rolled backward, purple energy surging!

A vortex, unimaginably vast, slowly took shape under the gaze of everyone.

At the center of the vortex lay a bottomless, pitch-black abyss, as if it could swallow even light itself.

The edges were composed of rapidly rotating purple-gold clouds, which rubbed against the air to produce bursts of dull, rumbling thunder.

The vortex spun faster and lower, its massive shadow enveloping the entire Martial Soul City.

A terrifying suction force descended from the sky, as if in the next moment, it would completely devour this premier city of the continent, along with the millions of souls within it!

Just as the massive purple vortex above Martial Soul City accelerated its rotation!

Rumble—

Dull thunder rolled from the depths of the vortex, one peal after another, as if a beast that had slumbered for ten thousand ages was awakening.

Something was slowly descending from the center of that pitch-black vortex, carrying a weight capable of crushing the eternal heavens, breaking through the surging clouds.

First to appear were three ancient, sturdy cauldron legs.

Immediately following, a massive cauldron body, shimmering with a deep cyan luster, broke free from the black vortex!

It was a Bronze Giant Cauldron!

It was so immense that merely a portion of its body obscured the entire plaza before the Pope Palace, the shadow it cast turning day into dusk in an instant.

Engraved upon the giant cauldron were dense totems, which, upon closer inspection, revealed the vivid scene of Ten Thousand Beasts Worship the Heavens!

Whether it was the galloping Qilin, the soaring True Dragon, or the fire-bathed Phoenix, every ancient exotic beast seemed imbued with life, slowly roaming across the cauldron's surface, their eyes flashing with intimidating spiritual light.

Along the rim of the massive cauldron mouth coiled nine ferocious five-clawed golden dragons, their heads linked and maws agape, as if roaring silently while exhaling faint, visible cyan mist.

The moment this giant cauldron completely broke free from the vortex, an invisible force of suppression descended, covering the earth and blotting out the sky!