Ye Guyi

"You are from the Holy Spirit Cult."

Luo Yang raised his head, looking calmly at the Black-Robed Man hovering in mid-air. His tone was not a question, but a statement.

The Black-Robed Man remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

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The pitiful, fragile expression on Nanali's face nearly cracked.

I've been in the Holy Spirit Cult for so many years, how have I never seen you?!

She was the cult's notorious "social butterfly."

Well, in truth, she was just lazy, slacking off everywhere, and indeed unfamiliar with the vast majority of people in the cult.

But how could she have no impression of a Title Douluo-level existence?

Unless...

A rather ominous guess suddenly crossed her mind.

Yuanen Yehui stared intently at the Black-Robed Man.

Although she had never heard the name "Holy Spirit Cult," she could tell from the name and the aura of decay lingering around the opponent that they were definitely nothing good.

And the "Cult Master" mentioned by this Evil Soul Master had actually taken a fancy to Luo Yang?

"Holy Son"?

Yuanen Yehui's heart tightened.

If Luo Yang were truly dragged into a place like that...

She dared not think any further.

Luo Yang was truly speechless.

He considered himself to have kept a low profile since arriving in this world. Apart from the commotion caused by awakening his martial soul in the Blood God Legion and his minor conflict with Qiangu Zhangting at the Spirit Pagoda, he had never had any contact with any Evil Soul Masters.

How had he been targeted by the Holy Spirit Cult?

And chosen to be the "Holy Son," no less?

"I am curious."

Luo Yang spoke up.

"There are so many soul masters on the Douluo Continent who have awakened evil martial souls; there should be plenty more suitable than me to be the 'Holy Son.' Why me, specifically? Furthermore, where did you obtain my information?"

He did have an impression of the organization known as the Holy Spirit Cult.

The current Cult Master, the Demon Empress, could be called the number one lovesick fool on the Douluo Continent. To avenge her husband, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, she would stop at nothing to destroy the Douluo Continent, hoping to use the deaths of billions of living beings to achieve godhood and resurrect her "beloved."

This obsession was even more absurd than a desperate pursuit of a lost lover.

The Black-Robed Man was silent for a moment before his hoarse voice rang out:

"If the Holy Son wishes to know, follow me back to the cult. When the time comes, the Cult Master will personally provide all the answers."

"You cannot take me away." Luo Yang shook his head, his tone resolute.

Then he turned his head and looked at Nanali.

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Nanali felt incredibly uncomfortable under his gaze.

Why are you looking at me?

She forced an even more terrified expression onto her face, shrank behind Yuanen Yehui, and said with a sobbing tone:

"I'm scared..."

"You people are at most Soul Elders." The Black-Robed Man's sneer came from beneath his hood, carrying undisguised contempt. "As for the one left, she doesn't even have any soul power fluctuations."

His ghostly green gaze swept over Nanali; in his perception, she was a little girl as ordinary as could be, showing no traces of cultivation.

"Don't tell me you're still counting on that Limit Douluo woman?"

The Black-Robed Man shifted his tone, a hint of playfulness creeping in:

"She is indeed very strong. If we were to clash head-on, This Seat would surely die. But within my domain, even a Limit Douluo would need time to break free."

He paused, the ghostly green light flickering slightly.

"By the time she can get out, you all will..."

The words were left unfinished.

They came to an abrupt halt.

Luo Yang slowly closed his eyes.

At that moment, even the wind seemed to stand still.

Yuanen Yehui froze.

Nanali's pupils contracted sharply.

Because.

An indescribable throb, originating from the depths of the soul, was spreading from Luo Yang like a tidal wave.

Wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong—

Nanali's intuition was screaming in alarm.

She had seen countless powerhouses and experienced countless brushes with death, but this feeling of being watched by a higher-order existence was unprecedented!

High in the air, the dim green light of the Black-Robed Man flickered violently, showing clear fluctuations for the first time.

It was wariness.

And even more... confusion.

How could a mere Soul Elder level youth make him feel threatened?

However.

The next instant.

The answer was revealed.

Hum—!!!

The entire space shook violently!

Yuanen Yehui widened her eyes in astonishment, staring fixedly behind Luo Yang.

There—

A door was swinging open.

Over three zhang tall, it was forged from an unknown grayish-white material. Its surface was engraved with ancient and complex undead runes; every single rune seemed to be breathing, pulsing, and chanting.

Within the door lay endless darkness.

But deep within that darkness.

A glimmer of bright golden radiance was emerging.

Brighter and brighter.

Closer and closer.

It was as if a monarch who had slept for ten thousand years was being awakened and stepping out of their palace.

Nanali's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was not fear, but excitement.

So that was it.

So that was it!

No wonder the Cult Master had set his sights on him! No wonder he was called the "Holy Son"!

The secret hidden within this youth was far more astonishing than she had imagined!

The Black-Robed Man's dim green gaze flickered violently; for the first time, his voice carried a note of gravity.

"What... is this..."

No one answered him.

Because that door had opened completely.

Above the ruins.

Luo Yang stood before the threshold, his originally black eyes now transformed into a deep, indifferent blood-red.

He said softly:

"Now, let me show you—"

"My second friend."

As the words fell.

A bare, jade-like foot stepped out from the door.

Slender and pearly white, with an ankle as exquisite as a work of art, it stepped onto the rubble of the ruins without gathering a speck of dust.

Following it were long, straight calves, the hem of a dress like flowing clouds, and a waist that could be spanned by a single hand.

A figure stepped out from the door, descending completely into this world.

At this moment, the moonlight seemed to make way for her.

It was a young girl.

She appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, yet possessed a breathtakingly beautiful face. Her long golden hair cascaded like a waterfall, dotted with starlight. She wore a dress interwoven with white and gold, simple yet luxurious.

But the most shocking thing was behind her.

Eight wings.

Pure white, holy, and seemingly condensed from the purest light, angel wings slowly unfurled behind her, a faint golden radiance flowing along the edge of every feather.

She stood there quietly, without a single ripple of soul power around her, yet the very air of the ruins seemed to be washed and purified.

Holy Angel, Ye Guyi!

Yuanen Yehui's eyes widened, her breathing stalling for a heartbeat.

She had seen powerhouses, she had seen Limit Douluo as peerless and elegant as Leng Yaozhu, but the feeling this young girl gave her was entirely different.

It was holiness.

Pure, extreme, and inviolable holiness.

Nanali's pupils constricted, the "innocence" and "fear" on her face freezing instantly.

Holy Angel.

All evil must retreat.

This was an instinctive fear carved into the bones of every Evil Soul Master!

This martial soul possessed absolute suppression over all darkness, corruption, and evil at the bloodline level! It was more terrifying than a natural predator—it was a nemesis!