Top Douluo of the Endless Fire Domain! Lin Xuan Still Existed Ten Thousand Years Later

The configuration of those nine Soul Rings was like nine primordial God Mountains that had suppressed the ages, crushing down upon the hearts of everyone beyond the Sky Curtain!

Four ten-thousand-year rings!

Five hundred-thousand-year rings!

Was this even fucking human?!

[Ning Fengzhi: I... I must be seeing things... Five hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings?! This... this is fundamentally impossible in theory!]

[Chen Xin: Impossible? Heh, in front of this senior, what could possibly be impossible? This old man now feels that my Seven Kill Sword is nothing but a joke!]

[Bibi Dong: ...]

Within Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong clenched her scepter so tightly that her knuckles turned white! The Twin Martial Souls she had been so proud of, the ninth hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring she had obtained at the risk of her life—they were nothing more than children playing house before this man!

Jealousy? No!

This was no longer jealousy!

This was the helplessness and fear that arose from the depths of one's soul when facing an insurmountable chasm!

Within the Sky Curtain, in the instant everyone was distracted.

Fire God Douluo made his move!

He did not even summon the legendary Ten-Headed Phoenix of Ultimate Fire Martial Soul. He merely snapped his fingers lazily.

"Burn."

One word, and reality obeyed!

Boom—!!!

A crimson-gold flame burst from his fingertips, instantly transforming into a sea of fire that blotted out the sky!

This was no ordinary flame!

It seemed to contain the origin of every fire in the world—tyrannical, blazing, unstoppable!

The demonic tree vines that swept across the sky, troublesome even to Tang Potian, a peak Soul Douluo, could not even struggle upon touching the sea of fire before they were burned into the most primal ashes!

Purification!

Ultimate purification!

The malicious intent that was enough to drive Soul Masters insane melted away completely before the crimson-gold flames, like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun!

One move!

Just one move!

Myriad Demon King's assault utterly collapsed!

"Roar—!"

From the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest came Myriad Demon King's furious, alarmed roar!

Yet the Beast Tide did not stop its assault there!

"Awooo!"

A tiger's roar that shook heaven and earth rang out. A gigantic tiger over thirty meters long, with wings on its back and black-purple lightning and evil aura swirling around its body, suddenly pounced out from the dense forest!

Its target was another person atop the city wall—the Douluo known as the "War God"!

[Tang Chen: It's that one! The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!]

[Qian Daoliu: A top-tier Soul Beast rumored to possess the dual attributes of ultimate evil and ultimate lightning! At the same cultivation level, even Di Tian would fear it somewhat!]

[Bo Saixi: This one... has at least two hundred thousand years of cultivation! It's over. A Beast King of this level is absolutely not something one person can stop!]

Yet faced with the deadly pounce of this peerless Beast King, War God Douluo, clad in dark golden armor and emanating an aura as unfathomable and oppressive as an abyss, did not even raise an eyelid.

He merely slowly lifted his right hand.

Buzz!

An ancient-looking spear that radiated boundless killing intent appeared in his hand.

Soul Rings rose!

Black! Black! Black! Red! Red! Red! Red! Red! Red!

Six rings, all red!

"Holy shit!!!"

At that moment, every Soul Master across the entire Douluo Continent who witnessed this scene, regardless of where they were or how strong they were, could not stop themselves from swearing!

Six!

A full six hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings!

This was no longer a miracle! It was a myth! A horrifying truth sufficient to overturn the understanding of the entire Soul Master world!

"Break."

War God Douluo also spoke a single word.

Holding his spear, he thrust forward in an utterly ordinary motion!

There was no earth-shattering glow of a soul skill, no energy fluctuation capable of destroying heaven and earth.

It was merely such a simple thrust.

Pfft!

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, whose ferocious might soared to the heavens, abruptly froze.

A tiny bloody hole appeared between its brows.

The next second, its massive body, along with its evil soul, began to crumble inch by inch, transforming into countless motes of light that vanished into nothingness.

Instant kill!

Another one-move instant kill!

And it was not over yet!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Within the Beast Tide, dozens of figures flashed as fast as lightning. Their goal was not to attack the city, but to circle around and assassinate the ordinary Soul Masters operating the soul cannons!

Every one of them was a hundred-thousand-year agility-type Soul Beast!

"Competing in speed?"

A soft laugh rang out. The Douluo known as the "God of Speed" flickered and instantly vanished from where he stood.

Immediately afterward, streaks of light too fast for the naked eye to follow appeared across the battlefield.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Dozens of massive Soul Beast heads soared into the air!

Blood dyed the earth red!

From the moment he attacked to the moment it ended, the entire process took less than three seconds!

And the Soul Rings he displayed were likewise nine uniformly red rings!

Shock!

Numbness!

Stupor!

The entire Douluo Continent had completely lost the ability to think.

Fire God, War God, God of Speed...

Every expert who had emerged from the Endless Fire Domain possessed terrifying strength capable of crushing the three peerless Douluo!

And in the Endless Fire Domain, people like them were merely subordinates of that mysterious man in green!

Most terrifying of all, from beginning to end, Lin Xuan, the green-robed senior whom everyone regarded as a god, merely stood atop the city wall with his hands behind his back. He did not even glance at the battlefield.

As though the Beast Tide, which was enough to destroy the continent, was nothing more than a dull farce in his eyes.

"Roar!"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Myriad Demon King let out an unwilling roar. His immense spiritual power swept forth, carrying the remaining Soul Beasts with it as they retreated like a tide into the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.

He fled.

The war was over.

The task of cleaning up the battlefield naturally fell to Tang Potian and the Clear Sky Sect disciples under his command.

Tang Potian entered the depths of the forest alone. He sensed a familiar yet weak aura within the nearby woods.

His figure flashed as he arrived at the source of that aura.

There, he saw a small beast covered in golden fur, with a vertical eye on its forehead and an auspicious aura around its body, lying on the verge of death in a pool of blood.

It was the hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast he had encountered once before—the Three-Eyed Golden Lion!

But at this moment, she was countless times more bedraggled than before. The light in her vertical eye had dimmed, as though she had lost some vital core.

Almost at the same instant, an earth-shaking roar exploded within the Chat Group!

[Di Tian: Bastard!!! Auspicious Beast! How dare you do this?!]

[Di Tian: You actually transferred the Fate Power you carried, the ten thousand years of fortune of our Soul Beast race, all to that clansman still within the embryo?! Do you know that as long as you exist, our Soul Beast race is destined to flourish in the future!]

Di Tian's voice was filled with endless fury and heartbreak!

Within the Sky Curtain, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion slowly opened her eyes. Looking at Tang Potian before her, a trace of relief actually appeared in her weak gaze.

She gently rubbed against Tang Potian's trouser leg, and a thought entered his mind.

"Tang Potian... the stories you told me about the human world back then, and... the future I glimpsed through fate, made me understand."

"The future belongs to humanity."

"And the one who will guide all of this is your master, that mysterious senior."

"I saw it... he... he can live for a very, very long time..."

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion's voice carried a tremor born of fate.

"So long that he can cross the river of time spanning ten thousand years and personally witness the rise and fall of one era after another!"

Boom!!!

The moment these words were spoken, the minds of the Soul Masters in the Chat Group, who had originally believed the Mysterious Person to be merely a mortal god, exploded as though a nuclear bomb had detonated within them!

Live... live until ten thousand years later?!

Even gods could fall!

And an existence capable of living for ten thousand years, perhaps even longer...

Then... what exactly was that?!