Twin Spider Emperors: Who Was the Genuine Ancestor?

Capital of Slaughter, Hell Road.

Below lay a churning, blood-red abyss, and the air was thick with a sickeningly sweet stench of blood.

Yet above this forbidden place, where no living person dared tread, hung an enormous object so out of place it was almost absurd.

It was a gigantic cocoon woven layer upon layer from grayish-white Spider Silk, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a heart.

The surging blood mist around it was forced back by the invisible pressure it emitted, not daring to come within an inch.

Inside the cocoon, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.

The left was a deep violet double pupil; the right, a chilling dark green.

"Trial of the God of Evil, seventh trial... I finally made it through."

With soft cracks as the threads snapped, Nan Feng stretched lazily, his bones erupting in a series of crisp pops.

How long had it been since he transmigrated to Douluo Continent?

Even Nan Feng himself could barely remember.

He only knew that he had arrived far too early—so early that those two old men, Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu, were probably still playing in the mud.

At the start, he had awakened the same top-tier Twin Martial Souls as Bibi Dong—the Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor.

Adhering to the survivalist creed of never taking risks without a cheat, he had slipped into Sunset Forest early on. Using the Immortal Herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, he quietly developed until he reached Rank 99, becoming an Ultimate Douluo!

Having reached the pinnacle of mortals, becoming a god became his sole pursuit.

Invincibility was too lonely, so Nan Feng simply stole the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud from Heaven Dou Imperial Palace. He had planned to head to Sea God Island, pick up a godhood, and spend the rest of his days idling away in the God Realm.

But the Sea God rejected him!

The reason was deeply hurtful: his Twin Spider Emperors were purely dark-type, with absolutely nothing in common with the Sea God's "radiant and majestic" nature. Forcing the inheritance would most likely get him killed on the spot.

Fortunately, the Sea God had some decency. Rather than driving him away outright, he pointed him toward a clear path.

"With an attribute as dark as yours, go try your luck in the Capital of Slaughter."

So Nan Feng came.

With a Rank 99 max-level account, he naturally crushed the beginner-level Slaughter Arena without suspense.

Who would have thought that after entering Hell Road, the one who came looking for him would be neither the Asura God nor the Rakshasa God, but the God of Evil—one of the two great God Kings of the God Realm!

From then on, Nan Feng began his miserable life as a laborer undertaking a Godly Trial.

This Evil God truly treated him like less than human, tormenting him in every conceivable way. Only today had he finally escaped the suffering of the seventh trial.

"I wonder what hellish nonsense the eighth trial will be..."

Nan Feng sighed. Just as he was about to loosen up, his movements abruptly froze.

A trace of surprise flashed through his differently colored eyes.

"This aura... why is it exactly like mine?"

At the same time, on Hell Road.

Bibi Dong, who had just achieved a hundred consecutive victories and was covered in murderous aura, carefully walked along the narrow bridge.

As long as she made it out, she would obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain!

But suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Her stunning face was filled with shock and uncertainty as she stared fixedly into the air ahead.

That gigantic cocoon, radiating terrifying pressure, not only blocked the path, but also made her feel a... resonance from the same source?

"What the hell is that?"

Bibi Dong's knuckles turned white. "A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Or a hidden opportunity within Hell Road?"

The surroundings were deathly quiet. Even the most bloodthirsty blood bats had fled far away.

Bibi Dong made her decision without hesitation.

No matter how good an opportunity was, she needed to be alive to claim it.

Go around it! She had to go around it!

However, just as she stuck close to the edge and prepared to slip past quickly—

Boom!

Without any warning, the gigantic cocoon exploded!

Countless grayish-white Spider Silk threads, hard as steel, shot toward her in a vast net!

Too fast!

So fast that Bibi Dong had no time to dodge at all.

The all-encompassing web instantly bound her tightly. An irresistible force yanked her hard, and darkness flooded Bibi Dong's vision as she was dragged directly into the cocoon.

"Drip."

As though only an instant had passed, Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes.

The bloodiness of Hell Road was gone. In its place stood a magnificent Spider Silk Palace that glowed with an unusual radiance.

Before she could understand what was happening, a face suddenly dropped down upside down before her, nearly touching her nose.

Bibi Dong's pupils constricted violently.

It was the face of an exceptionally handsome man, carrying a hint of casual indolence.

But what made her soul tremble were his eyes!

His left eye held deep violet double pupils, while his right was a profound dark green.

Two source auras, incomparably familiar yet countless times stronger than her own, crashed over her.

Death Spider Emperor?! Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor?!

How was that possible?!

How could someone in this world possess Martial Souls identical to hers—and ones so absurdly powerful?!

Just as Bibi Dong's mind went blank and her worldview shattered, the upside-down man before her tilted his head slightly and looked her over from head to toe.

"You are... Bibi Dong?"

Bibi Dong's pupils shook. "Who... who exactly are you?!"

Even after fighting through more than a hundred battles in the killing ground that was the Capital of Slaughter, her composure had never collapsed like this.

Identical top-tier Twin Martial Souls? Did something like this really exist?!

Nan Feng stared at the young version of the villainous final boss, who was still struggling in the "beginner village," and found it rather amusing.

After pondering for a moment, he put on a world-weary expression full of tenderness and slowly spoke in an earnest tone.

"Child, don't be afraid."

"I am your ancestor."

Bibi Dong: "???"

Ancestor, my ass! Was there something wrong with this man's brain?!

Her expression stiffened, and she instinctively tried to pull away, retreating backward.

But she had forgotten whose territory this was now.

Her feet suddenly tightened. The seemingly soft grayish-white Spider Silk threads appeared to have eyes, instantly wrapping around her ankles.

Bibi Dong lost her balance and fell straight backward.

"Splut."

The moment she fell, the web beneath her acted like the strongest glue imaginable, firmly sticking her in place.

Forget standing up—she could not even move a finger now, no matter how much she wanted to!

"Let me go!"

Bibi Dong clenched her silver teeth and instinctively tried to burst free with her Soul Power.

But in the next second, the horror in her eyes deepened.

The Soul Power she had always been proud of was like a mouse meeting its natural predator before this strange Spider Silk. It was completely suppressed, unable to stir even the slightest ripple!

How was that possible?!

She was a genuine Spirit Douluo now!

Even if a true Titled Douluo stood before her, it would be absolutely impossible for them to suppress her so utterly with nothing but their aura and a few strands of Spider Silk!

Unless...

This man's strength had already reached a realm she could not comprehend at all.

As Bibi Dong began to question her entire life, Nan Feng slid down along the Spider Silk while hanging upside down. That handsome face once more hovered directly above her.

"Child, you don't believe me?"

Nan Feng sighed. In his eyes of mingled violet and green, he forcibly squeezed out thirty percent melancholy, thirty percent guilt, and forty percent intense "familial affection."

"Sigh, it is my fault too."

His tone was desolate, as if he had fallen into memories from a distant past.

"I left too hastily back then and failed to leave even a few words behind for my descendants. I let you wander alone out there and suffer..."

As Nan Feng wildly displayed his acting skills, he watched her with the loving gaze of an old father looking at a neglected child and softly asked,

"You... have you been living well?"

Bibi Dong froze.

She stared fixedly into Nan Feng's eyes.

The emotion in those eyes was too intense!

So intense that even she, someone accustomed to slaughter and betrayal, could not find the slightest flaw of falsehood.

What was even more fatal was that the Martial Soul resonance originating from the depths of her soul and marrow was madly sending one message into her mind—same source!

An absolute shared source!

The purity of the other party's bloodline was even countless times nobler than hers!

Bibi Dong's heart, once hard as iron, wavered for the first time in a long while.

Identical Twin Spider Emperor Martial Souls...

And this bloodline affinity that simply could not be faked...

Could this man... truly be her ancestor?!