"Is there any way to resolve it?"
Blood Eight almost gritted out the question.
"According to the records, there is no cure."
Zhang Huanyun slowly shook his head. "At least, there's currently no way to eradicate the curse at the root of this Abyssal race. Those afflicted throughout history were either abducted and never heard from again, or, after trying all kinds of suppression methods, eventually exploded from within."
"Then what if someone else helped and forcibly suppressed it..." Blood Eight's face flushed slightly. An idea had occurred to her: she could sacrifice herself for the greater good.
The root of this curse was that it caused the target's desires to keep growing. But perhaps the help of someone of the opposite sex could resolve it...
Come to think of it, Luo Yang had been cursed by the Curse of the Black Emperor because he'd wanted to save her. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have been unreasonable to offer herself to him...
"We tried."
Zhang Huanyun said, "A senior from the Legion once spared no expense in trying to save a Titled Douluo afflicted with this curse. He arranged for the man to marry several women. But after holding on for three years, that Titled Douluo exploded into a cloud of blood before everyone's eyes during an attempt to suppress the curse."
"The backlash from this curse is beyond imagination."
Suffocating silence once again descended over the hall.
"We'll have to take our time considering the curse. Perhaps there are other hidden legacies or methods on the continent."
Zhang Huanyun drew a deep breath and forcibly changed the subject. "Right now, though, there's another urgent matter. Luo Yang can't stay in the Endless Mountain Range any longer."
The Blood Gods were all taken aback.
"He received a Plane Blessing, and the commotion was far too great." Zhang Huanyun's voice turned grave. "The Abyssal Sage King couldn't have failed to notice. The next Abyss Tide might target Luo Yang! We must move him somewhere safer."
"But..." Several Blood Gods who were close to Luo Yang looked reluctant, wanting to speak but holding back.
"Couldn't we think it over? Let's keep Luo Yang here."
Blood Seven couldn't help speaking up. "With the potential this child has shown and his extraordinary Martial Soul, if we give him time to grow, he'll absolutely become the ultimate weapon against the Abyss! He might even be able to solve the Abyssal threat that's plagued the continent for six thousand years!"
The proposal made several Blood Gods visibly waver.
They had been stationed here for years, giving their youth and passion to this bitter, frozen land. Who didn't want to put an end to this endless war once and for all?
Abyssal creatures were endless, while their own soldiers were dying for real. Every loss felt like a knife carving into their hearts.
And Luo Yang's Martial Soul had brought the possibility of a complete reversal: resurrecting their fallen soldiers!
That meant the Blood God Legion would gain an unprecedented ability to sustain itself against the Abyss's human-wave tactics! This wasn't just a glimmer of hope—it was the rising sun at daybreak!
But just then, Blood Eight's cool voice rang out.
"I agree that Luo Yang should be sent away."
Everyone looked at her in surprise.
Blood Eight met their gazes, her voice clear. "I understand how reluctant you are, and I know why you want to keep Luo Yang here. His Martial Soul might be our greatest hope in fighting the Abyss."
"But have you ever considered what that hope depends on?"
Her tone suddenly shifted. "It depends on Luo Yang surviving in safety and growing up without incident! Staying on the front lines means he'll be exposed to the Abyss's blades at any moment!
"We faced a Black Emperor Projection today. What if the Abyssal Sage King comes in person next time? What could we possibly do to stop him? We wouldn't be protecting hope. We'd be gambling with Luo Yang's life for an ethereal, uncertain future!"
Her words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
"Blood Eight is right."
Blood One sighed. "Luo Yang is still a child. Protecting the continent is the responsibility of old hands like us. It's not his burden to bear. And we shouldn't place the weight of ending this war on a six-year-old's shoulders. That would be too cruel and unfair."
The other Blood Gods looked ashamed and lowered their heads one after another.
After several seconds of silence, Blood Seven was the first to look up. "Blood Eight and Brother One are right! We're still alive, so this is our fight! Luo Yang must be sent away. He needs a safe place to grow up, not a blood-soaked battlefield!"
"Exactly! We can die, but we can't sacrifice the future of the Douluo Continent! Luo Yang must survive!"
"That's right! Send him away—to the safest place possible!"
The Blood Gods quickly reached a consensus, their attitudes completely reversed.
"Then where should we send him?" Blood Two raised the key question.
Blood Eight had clearly already considered this. She immediately answered, "The Leng Family."
When everyone looked her way, she explained, "Luo Yang's parents were close family friends with the Leng Family, especially with Leng Yaozhu, the current head of the Leng Family and Vice Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda. They were close friends, so having her protect and teach Luo Yang would be the most suitable arrangement."
Shrek City, the Spirit Pagoda, Leng Yaozhu... Together, those names offered the strongest protection and the best environment for his growth.
Zhang Huanyun looked around. Seeing no objections, he made the final decision:
"Good! There's no time to lose. Make the arrangements as soon as possible. Blood Eight will escort him personally and secretly take Luo Yang to Shrek City, where she'll hand him over to Your Excellency Leng Yaozhu!"
The medical room was quiet.
Luo Yang sat cross-legged on the medical bed.
An invisible, intangible yet undeniably real aura of death and slaughter quietly spread outward from him.
The aura wasn't savage, but it carried a desolate majesty that regarded life with indifference, as if it came from an ancient battlefield.
Wherever it passed, the soul-guidance medical devices in the room began emitting abnormal beeps. The data on their screens started fluctuating wildly, falling into disarray.
"So this is... the innate domain that comes with the Martial Soul?"
Luo Yang sank his mind into his body, carefully sensing the power so closely bound to his Martial Soul.
His consciousness seemed to enter a gray-white void. It was silent and empty, yet seemed to contain infinite possibilities.
Luo Yang carefully pondered the mysteries of the domain.
Although there were no undead within it yet, he could clearly sense that any undead within the domain's range would receive a terrifying three-hundred-percent boost to all attributes!
And as long as their Soul Cores remained intact, even severed limbs could quickly regenerate!
This pure percentage-based boost was the cream of the crop among all-purpose abilities. Unlike fixed-value boosts, whose effects diminished as one's level increased, its effects would only grow more terrifying as Luo Yang's level rose.
It was like the inherited Martial Soul of the White Tiger Dai Family of the Star Luo Empire two thousand years ago. Nearly all its first few Soul Skills provided percentage-based boosts, establishing the Dai Family's status at the top of the Power Attack System.
Not only that, but the "Calamity Domain" itself was like an Undead Plane.
In the future, the undead creatures he resurrected could exist not only in the outside world, but also dwell within this domain, waiting to be summoned at any time.
"The innate domain of a god-level Martial Soul really is on a completely different level from an ordinary domain..."
Luo Yang couldn't help sighing to himself, excitement welling up within him as well.
He loved this kind of simple, brutal power: high damage with his left fist, high damage with his right fist.
It was like playing a game. Why play some underpowered character when you could play an overpowered one? Unless you had some peculiar hobby.