Calamity Domain

"Is there any solution?"

Blood Eight asked the question through gritted teeth.

"According to the records, there is none."

Zhang Huanyun shook his head slowly. "At the very least, there is currently no way to eradicate this curse originating from the Abyss race. Those in history who were afflicted were either abducted and never heard from again, or, after attempting various methods of suppression, ultimately exploded and died."

"Then, what if someone else helps to forcibly suppress it..." Blood Eight's face flushed slightly, a self-sacrificing thought crossing her mind.

The root of this curse was its ability to cause the target's desires to rise incessantly, but if there were assistance from another person of the opposite sex, perhaps it could be resolved...

Come to think of it, the reason Luo Yang had been struck by the Curse of the Black Emperor was to save her; under normal circumstances, it wouldn't even be excessive for her to offer herself to him...

"It has been tried."

Zhang Huanyun said, "A predecessor of the legion once spared no cost to save a Title Douluo who had been struck by this curse, arranging for him to marry multiple women. In the end, after holding on for three years, that Title Douluo exploded into a mist of blood from the inside out in front of everyone during a suppression attempt."

"The backlash of this curse is beyond imagination."

A suffocating silence once again enveloped the hall.

"We must deliberate on the matter of the curse at length; perhaps there are other hidden legacies or methods on the continent."

Zhang Huanyun took a deep breath, forcibly changing the subject. "Right now, there is another matter that is imminent. Luo Yang cannot continue to stay in the Endless Mountain Range."

The Blood Gods were all startled upon hearing this.

"He received the Plane Blessing, and the commotion he caused was too great," Zhang Huanyun said in a deep voice. "The Abyss Holy Monarch cannot have failed to notice. The next Abyss Tide will very likely target Luo Yang! We must transfer him to a safer place."

"But..." several Blood Gods who shared a deep bond with Luo Yang looked reluctant, their words catching in their throats.

"Could we reconsider? Let's keep Luo Yang here."

Blood Seven couldn't help but speak up. "With the potential this child has shown and that miraculous Martial Soul, as long as he is given time to grow, he will absolutely be the ultimate weapon for resisting the Abyss in the future! He might even be able to resolve the Abyssal scourge that has plagued the continent for six thousand years!"

This proposal caused the eyes of many Blood Gods to flicker.

They had been stationed here for many years, dedicating their youth and blood to this bitter, cold land. Who wouldn't want to end this endless war once and for all?

Abyssal creatures were endless, yet their own soldiers were sacrificing themselves in earnest. Every loss was like carving flesh from their own hearts.

And Luo Yang's Martial Soul brought a revolutionary possibility: the resurrection of their own soldiers!

This meant that in the face of the Abyss's human-wave tactics, the Blood God Legion would gain unprecedented capital for a war of attrition! This wasn't just a glimmer of hope; it was the rising sun of dawn!

But at this moment, Blood Eight's cold, clear voice rang out.

"I agree to send Luo Yang away."

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

Blood Eight met their gazes, her voice clear. "I understand everyone's reluctance, and I understand the fundamental reason you want to keep Luo Yang here. His Martial Soul may be our greatest hope for fighting the Abyss."

"But have you considered what the foundation of this hope is?"

Her tone suddenly shifted. "It is that Luo Yang must live safely and grow up smoothly! Remaining on the front lines means he is exposed to the blade of the Abyss at any moment!"

"There was a Black Emperor Projection today, but what if the Abyss Holy Monarch comes in person next time? What will we use to block him? This isn't protecting hope; this is using Luo Yang's life to gamble on a vague and ethereal future!"

Her words struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Blood Eight is right."

Blood One sighed. "Luo Yang is still a child. Protecting the continent is the responsibility of us old folks; it is not his turn to carry it. Even less should the burden of ending the war be pressed onto the shoulders of a six-year-old child. That is too cruel, and it is unfair."

The other Blood Gods looked ashamed and lowered their heads one after another.

After a few seconds of silence, Blood Seven was the first to look up. "Blood Eight and Brother One are right! We are still alive, so the fighting should be done by us! Luo Yang must be sent away; what he needs is a safe environment to grow, not a bloody battlefield!"

"That's right! We can die, but the future of the Douluo cannot be cut off! Luo Yang must live!"

"Yes! Send him away! To the safest place!"

The Blood Gods quickly reached a consensus, their attitudes reversed.

"Then, where should we send him?" Blood Two raised the critical question.

Blood Eight had clearly already considered this and immediately provided the answer: "The Leng Family."

Seeing everyone looking at her, she explained, "Luo Yang's parents were family friends with the Leng Family, especially with the current head of the Leng Family and Vice Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda, Leng Yaozhu. Having him under her protection and tutelage is the most appropriate choice."

Shrek City, the Spirit Pagoda, Leng Yaozhu... the combination of these names undoubtedly provided the strongest security and the best platform for growth.

Zhang Huanyun looked around, and seeing no further objections, he made the final decision:

"Very well! There is no time to lose; make the arrangements as soon as possible. Blood Eight will personally escort him, secretly sending Luo Yang to Shrek City to be handed over to Her Excellency Leng Yaozhu!"

The medical room was silent.

Luo Yang sat cross-legged on the medical bed.

An intangible, formless, yet undeniably real aura of death and solemnity was quietly permeating the room with him at its center.

This aura was not violent, but it carried a desolate and majestic quality that disregarded life, as if it had come from an ancient battlefield.

Wherever it passed, the soul-guided medical devices in the room issued "beep" warnings of anomalies, and the data on the screens began to jump violently and chaotically.

"Is this... the innate domain that comes with a Martial Soul?"

Luo Yang sank his consciousness into his body, carefully sensing this power that was inextricably linked to his own Martial Soul.

His consciousness seemed to enter a grayish-white void; it was deathly silent and empty, yet it felt as though it contained infinite possibilities.

Luo Yang savored the mysteries of the domain in detail.

Although there were no undead present within the domain yet, he could clearly perceive that any undead within its range would receive a terrifying three-hundred-percent boost to all attributes!

Moreover, as long as their Soul Core remained intact, they could rapidly regenerate even if their limbs were severed!

This kind of pure percentage-based boost was the pinnacle of "all-purpose" abilities. Unlike fixed-value boosts that diminished in effectiveness as one leveled up, this would only become more terrifying as Luo Yang's level increased.

It was much like the inherited Martial Soul of the Dai Family of the Star Luo Empire from twenty thousand years ago, whose first few soul skills were almost all percentage-based boosts, cementing the Dai Family's status as the top tier of power-attack types.

Not only that, but this "Calamity Domain" itself was like an undead plane.

In the future, the undead creatures he resurrected would not only be able to exist in the outside world but could also reside within this domain, waiting to be summoned at any time.

"The innate domain of a god-level Martial Soul is truly on a different dimension from ordinary domains..."

Luo Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, a surge of excitement rising within him.

He loved this kind of simple, brutal strength—high damage with the left fist, and high damage with the right.

It was just like playing a game; why would anyone play bottom-tier trash instead of overpowered characters? Unless, of course, they had some special fetish.