Goddess's Divine Chant, Purifying the Capital of Slaughter!

Tang San looked at the Sky Screen, a deep wariness flashing through his eyes.

"That divine sound contains some kind of extremely high-level resonance."

"The meridians and souls of us people from Douluo Continent simply can't withstand resonance on that level."

"If we force ourselves to learn it, we'll only suffer qi deviation and die from our bodies exploding."

At this point, Tang San turned his head and looked at Qin Mu in the light screen, who was sitting cross-legged behind the stone pillar, using the demonic sound and divine sound to cultivate.

"But that child named Qin Mu is only ten years old."

"Not only did he withstand it, he's even using that power to break through realms."

"We've always called ourselves geniuses, known as the Shrek Seven Devils."

"But in front of the children of the Great Ruins, can our little bit of talent really count as genius?"

The moment these words came out, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others all fell silent.

That was right.

At ten years old, on Douluo Continent, someone had only awakened their martial soul a few years ago, and having soul power in the teens already made them a genius.

But at ten years old, he slaughtered sword cultivators from a famous sect like chickens, and at the very center of the storm where an Ancient Demon God and a deity faced off, he sat cross-legged and cultivated without his expression changing.

This enormous gulf made these young soul masters, who had once been so proud and arrogant, feel true despair and insignificance for the first time.

At the same time.

Within the Heaven Dou Empire, atop a steep mountain peak shrouded in thunderclouds all year round.

Inside the main hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The clan master, Yu Yuanzhen, sat upright on the clan master's throne carved with a massive thunder dragon.

Around his burly body, blue arcs of electricity crackled through the air from time to time.

On both sides of the hall stood the clan's core elders.

Everyone raised their heads, looking at the image projected by the Sky Screen above the hall, their eyes filled with shock.

"Return... return to the old court..."

The ancient chant echoed inside the hall, making these thunder soul masters, who were usually aloof and quick-tempered, feel a shudder that came from deep within their souls.

Yu Yuanzhen suddenly rose to his feet.

The immense aura of a rank ninety-five Title Douluo erupted from him in an instant, and the lifelike phantom of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon coiled and roared behind him.

However, when he looked at the golden lotuses covering the plaza in the image, and at the fine lightning flickering on that Nine-Colored Lotus...

The phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon behind Yu Yuanzhen actually began to tremble beyond his control, as if fearing some higher-level existence.

"What terrifying lightning power."

Yu Yuanzhen clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking, his tiger-like eyes fixed intently on that Nine-Colored Lotus.

"The lightning attached to those petals looks faint."

"But this old man can sense that even that wisp of lightning is a hundred times purer than the ninth soul skill I unleash at full power!"

Hearing the clan master's words, the elders below all sucked in a sharp breath.

An elderly white-haired elder stepped forward, his brow tightly furrowed.

"Clan Master, that Lijiang Sect disciple said earlier that the gods abandoned the Great Ruins."

The elder's voice trembled slightly.

"If even such a great existence, one that possesses the power to overturn rivers and seas and suppress demon gods, would abandon a land..."

"Then what kind of terrifying secret is hidden in that place called the Great Ruins?"

Another hot-tempered elder slammed a fist into the stone pillar beside him, his face filled with unwillingness.

"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has always claimed to possess the number one beast martial soul under heaven, and considered ourselves to have the noblest true dragon bloodline flowing through us."

"But after seeing this Sky Screen today, this old man finally feels that we're no different from frogs at the bottom of a well!"

"Look at that Goddess. Even with only a set of dry bones left, a single drop of water could turn into Golden Lotuses covering the ground and suppress that arrogant, unmatched demon god."

"Then our so-called number one under heaven, this..."

"Sigh!"

Hearing this, the entire hall instantly sank into silence.

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had seemed glorious on the surface over the years, as Spirit Hall grew stronger by the day, they were actually facing tremendous pressure and a sense of crisis.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and slowly drew the soul power he had released back into his body.

He turned around, his blazing gaze sweeping over every elder present.

"You're right. In the past, we truly were frogs at the bottom of a well."

"But that may not necessarily be a bad thing."

Yu Yuanzhen pointed at the supreme treasures in the hands of the Goddesses on the Sky Screen, his voice feverish as he said:

"Although the Great Ruins are dangerous, they're also filled with opportunities everywhere."

"The people of that world can learn profound techniques through reform, even if they're just commoners."

"Since the sword cultivators of the Lijiang Sect can enter to search for treasures left behind by gods, then what if we also had the chance to go in?"

"We wouldn't need much."

Yu Yuanzhen spread his hand, then clenched it hard, as if he meant to seize the whole world in his palm.

"As long as we could obtain one technique from the Great Ruins, or even just one treasure left behind by a god."

"What would Spirit Hall amount to? What would the two great empires amount to?"

"When that time came, our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect would truly become the sole ruler of this Douluo Continent, and even countless planes beyond it!"

Meanwhile, in the depths of Douluo Continent.

In that underground world where sunlight never reached, the Capital of Slaughter.

The air here was forever thick with a nauseating stench of blood.

On the streets, fallen souls could be seen everywhere slaughtering one another over half a moldy loaf of bread.

But today, this cursed land of darkness welcomed an unprecedented upheaval.

The Sky Screen's massive image of light had actually ignored the layers of barriers above the Capital of Slaughter and projected itself directly at the highest point of this blood-colored sky.

When, on the white jade plaza, the skeletal remains of those Goddesses gave off a holy, luminous white radiance.

When one golden lotus after another bloomed in the image, scattering sacred light.

The entire Capital of Slaughter seemed to have had a sun capable of purifying souls thrown into it.

"Ah!"

On the street, a fallen soul master who had just stabbed a dagger through his companion's heart was struck by the holy radiance pouring down from the screen.

As if doused in concentrated sulfuric acid, he dropped the dagger in his hand, fell to his knees, and rolled across the ground in agony.

The dense baleful aura and black smoke of sin accumulated on his body from years of slaughter actually began to make a "sizzle" under the radiance of the Golden Lotuses, before slowly being dissolved and purified.

And it was not only him. Before this sacred radiance, thousands upon thousands of fallen souls and murderers likewise had nowhere to hide.

Some who had committed countless evils let out pig-slaughtering screams under the burning light and desperately tried to crawl into the dark sewers.

Others stood blankly in pools of blood, raising their heads to look at the illusory figures of the Goddesses sitting cross-legged within the Sky Screen.

That divine voice, filled with endless compassion, echoed beside their ears.

"Return... return to your old home..."

For some unknown reason, as they listened to that ancient chant and looked at those gods who had sat withered for countless ages to hold back the darkness.

These killers, whose humanity had long since been extinguished, found muddy tears streaming from the corners of their eyes against their will.

The weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a clang.

Thud. Thud.

One after another, these fallen souls actually dropped to both knees in the direction of the Sky Screen and began to wail.

It was a stirring from the depths of the soul, an instinctive reaction of suddenly seeing a glimmer of salvation amid ultimate sin.

And at this moment, in the very depths of the Capital of Slaughter, inside that magnificent palace built entirely from white bones and fresh blood.

The King of Slaughter sat upon his throne.

His towering body was wrapped in a blood-red cloak, and his deathly pale face was covered in strange blood-colored markings.

In his hand, he had originally been holding a goblet filled with fresh blood.

But when the Goddesses on the Sky Screen gave off that radiance, when that divine voice pierced through the barrier and entered the palace.

With a crack, the goblet was crushed to pieces in his grip, and crimson blood spilled over his hand.

The King of Slaughter suddenly rose to his feet. In those blood-red eyes that had originally been filled with madness and brutality, an intense struggle now appeared.

"Roar!!"

He clutched his head and let out a howl like an injured beast.

In the depths of the soul controlled by that blood-colored bat.

A soul that had slumbered for countless years, the soul that originally belonged to Tang Chen, a peerless powerhouse of his generation, actually showed an exceedingly faint sign of awakening under the impact of the Goddess's vast and pure divine voice.

"Who... am I?"

A hoarse voice came from the King of Slaughter's throat.

He looked at the Goddesses in the image, whose bones refused to fall even as they guarded a wasteland.

Within that fragment of soul belonging to Tang Chen, there seemed to flash certain things he had once desperately wanted to protect.

But how could the Blood-Colored Nine-Headed Bat King parasitizing his body possibly allow this host to break free of its control?

"Get out! Get this light out of here!"

The King of Slaughter let out another roar.

He abruptly swept the blood-red cloak behind him, and an incomparably dense crimson mist gushed out of his body, trying to seal the dome of the hall completely and block the light on the Sky Screen.

But no matter how thick the blood-red mist was, the golden light emitted by the Goddesses, along with that cold, grand divine voice, still pierced through layer upon layer of obstruction without the slightest hindrance, stabbing straight into his mind.

And just as the King of Slaughter struggled in agony, while the entire Douluo Continent was left numb with shock by the image of this ancient ruin—

The scene within the Sky Screen changed once again.

Those two Demon God giant hands that were gripping the barrier with all their might seemed to have been enraged by the light of the Golden Lotuses.

With a roar that rang through the clouds—

From within the dense black night, an enormous head covered in black scales slowly emerged, its eyes like blood moons.

The Demon God was going to force its way into these ruins!

Within the ink-thick darkness, that enormous head covered in black scales forced its way into the edge of the ruins.

As the head pushed in, a violent pressure capable of destroying heaven and earth swept across the entire ruin like a hurricane.

The surrounding void let out an overwhelmed groan, as if it might collapse completely at any moment.

At that critical instant—

The Goddess skeleton sitting cross-legged at the very front erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant divine light from its crystal-clear bones.

Within the divine light, the Goddess's peerlessly graceful, compassionate phantom solidified a little more.

She slowly raised her jade-white wrists and completely tipped over the Treasure Vase cradled in her palms.

"Splash—"

A stream of golden water, like the Milky Way above the nine heavens bursting its banks, poured down from that tiny Treasure Vase.

The moment these golden liquids touched the bluestone floor, they swelled wildly in the wind.

One, ten, a hundred, ten million...

Countless dazzling Golden Lotuses, each the size of a millstone, bloomed madly along the edge of the square.

The roots of the Golden Lotuses intertwined, and the sacred radiance on their petals linked into a single sheet, actually forming an incomparably thick golden barrier in midair, standing firm in front of that enormous Demon God head.

"Roar!"

The Demon God let out a furious, unwilling bellow.

Its giant hand, tipped with sharp claws, slammed viciously against the golden barrier, unleashing a deafening boom.

The Golden Lotuses were struck until they shook violently, their petals shattering piece by piece and dissolving into golden specks of light in the air.

But the golden liquid within the Treasure Vase flowed endlessly. In the blink of an eye, the shattered Golden Lotuses grew fresh buds again and bloomed once more.

The Goddess's compassionate gaze quietly watched the maddened Demon God, and the ancient divine voice in her mouth chanting "Return, come back to your old home" grew ever grander and vaster, forcibly suppressing the Demon God's demonic sound that was powerful enough to tear souls apart.

At this moment, Qin Mu, who was hiding behind a huge white jade pillar, was undergoing a transformation beyond ordinary imagination.

The Demon God's world-destroying roars outside, along with the vast and ethereal divine voices of the Goddesses, poured into his ears without reservation.

These two completely different powers clashed wildly inside his mind, like two great iron hammers taking turns pounding his soul and body.

"Village Chief Grandpa said I'm the Tyrant Body!"

Qin Mu gritted his teeth tightly, his young face filled with stubbornness and madness.

"The Tyrant Body is the strongest constitution in the world. A little noise like this won't scare me!"

He circulated the guiding technique Grandpa Blind Man had taught him to the limit, directing the vital qi inside him that had become somewhat restless from his breakthrough, turning it into a surging mad dragon that charged toward the Spirit Fetus barrier deep between his brows.

"Boom!"

Under the terrifying pressure of the demonic sound, Qin Mu's Spirit Fetus barrier, which had only recently taken shape, was instantly covered in cracks like fragile porcelain, then shattered with a crash.

A piercing pain instantly spread through his entire body. Qin Mu let out a muffled groan, and a thread of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

But before the pain could fully fade, the ancient divine voices chanted by the Goddesses outside swept gently across the space between his brows like a warm spring breeze.

The strange power contained within the divine voices actually glued those shattered fragments of the barrier back together, and made the newly formed barrier thicker and wider than before.

"Again!"

Not only was Qin Mu unafraid, an excited light instead burst from his eyes.

He mobilized his vital qi once more.

The demonic sound struck, and the barrier shattered.

The divine sound soothed, and the barrier reformed.

In this cycle of constant shattering and reshaping, Qin Mu's Spirit Fetus space was expanding outward at an inconceivable speed.

The golden Spirit Fetus figure, which had originally been only the size of a fist, had now grown solid like a three- or four-year-old child.

From the little figure's body, there faintly emanated a powerful aura as heavy as a mountain, tyrannical beyond compare.

Tyrant Body awakened!

At that moment, even Qin Mu himself didn't know that, through a well-intentioned lie, he had carved out an unprecedented, smooth path of cultivation in the narrow gap between life and death.

Time slowly passed amid the clash of light and darkness.

No one knew how long had gone by.

Above the canyon, a hazy gray light finally seeped through the sky.

The first ray of morning sunlight pierced the thick night like a sharp sword, spilling over the desolate ruins.

The night of the Great Ruins had finally receded.