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Chapter 605: The God of Lust and Sword God Chen Xin — The Divine Realm Gate Opens Again

"Hey, Sword God Chen Xin, you feel it, right? The evil aura in the sky is getting stronger. That means the monster is about to seize part of the Divine Realm Core, open the gate, and come to this continent." The God of Lust moved close to Chen Xin and spoke.

"Exactly. So be ready to face them. This will be a fight to the death." Chen Xin's expression was as serious as ever.

Chen Xin was certain the Evil Sword Immortal wouldn't wait the full five days to completely control the Divine Realm Core before coming out. Because of the mutual resonance between the Evil Spirit Pearl and the Holy Spirit Pearl, the Evil Sword Immortal surely understands how fast Tianlin's power is growing. Two days over there equals two years here for Tianlin. If Tianlin's cultivation equals his by then, the battle-hardened Tianlin would crush the always-hiding Evil Sword Immortal in every respect.

So even if he needs to remain at the Core to ensure the gate opens and can't come in person, he will definitely send vast numbers of subordinates to capture the God of Lust. Not every god of the Divine Realm is made of iron; who knows how many have defected to him.

But so what if powerful enemies approach? As long as a swordsman holds a sword, he knows no fear. And this time, he has more than just a sword in his hand.

"Chen Xin, you'll protect me, won't you?" The God of Lust suddenly wrapped her arm around Chen Xin's, expression incomparably coy; coupled with her revealing outfit, a swath of snowy whiteness showed at her chest.

Even though nothing truly indecent was exposed, it nearly made Ma Hongjun lose his mind. He spurted a nosebleed and fainted. Looks like Tianlin will need to find time to let Ma Hongjun experience the agony of parting from his beloved inside an illusion space—otherwise he'll never reach the original story's realm of perfect mental purity and emptiness.

This God of Lust really is just like in the original: she likes the aloof type. In the original, she fell for Ma Hongjun, whose heart was calm as still water after his beloved wife died; this time she's fallen for Chen Xin, whose heart holds only the sword.

To the God of Lust, the roughly hundred-year-old Chen Xin is practically fresh meat. His looks are even more handsome than the slimmed-down Ma Hongjun's, and with that biting, icy temperament and the favor of saving and caring for her, it's no wonder she's smitten.

Chen Xin, however, was helpless. He had zero interest in her. The Shu Mountain Sect's sword path is as vast as the sea; he's only just pushed off from the shore. There's a boundless sword path waiting to be explored—where would he find time for romance?

"Wh-what are you doing? Let go of my Sword Grandpa!" Ning Rongrong, face flushed, stared wide-eyed and protested.

Though she and Tianlin are already married, their relationship is childhood sweethearts, natural and unforced. She has never seen such seductive tactics. This innate feminine charm—just watching someone else use it makes her blush furiously.

"Grandpa? Oh, so you're the new Sea God Chen Xin keeps talking about—his precious granddaughter. How about it, call me Grandma. When we get to the Divine Realm, Grandma will look out for you. I'm an old hand up there." The God of Lust smiled, seemingly devoid of any tension with battle looming.

After all, the other six Original Sin Gods alongside her are already dead. The High God Kings probably aren't doing well either. The Evil Sword Immortal won't spare her; if she can't resist, she'll die sooner or later. In that case, why not openly spend her last stretch of life with the man she loves?

As a first-rank god, the God of Lust does not fear death. And though she bears the title "God of Lust," she is entirely different from the current Bibi Dong: she controls desire—desire does not control her.

"Grandma? What nonsense are you spouting?" Ning Rongrong simply couldn't accept calling the girl in front of her—who looked about her age and even smaller—"Grandma."

"Senior, the enemy is at the gates; please, enough fooling around!" Qian Renxue said. She believed this woman whose allure was dialed to a thousand percent could turn iron into pliant silk. She didn't actually mind her personality, but there's a time and place, and now was not the time to turn on the charm.

"My, my, little angel, you too? But you count as my savior as well; I can give you some face. If we survive, once I become your master's wife, it'll be easier for me to back you up, won't it?" The God of Lust chuckled.

Qian Renxue sighed helplessly. "Senior, I call Senior Chen Xin 'Master' not only because he is Tianlin's master, but also because over these years he's imparted most of his sword path to me, vastly increasing my strength. Though we have no formal master-disciple title, we have the reality of it. So calling him 'Master' is justified. As for 'Master's wife,' please retract that for now."

Over these years, Chen Xin fulfilled his promise to Qian Daoliu, pouring his Seven-Kill Sword Path and Annihilation Sword Path into Qian Renxue without reservation. Later, with Tianlin's approval, he passed her portions of the Shu Mountain sword path. For such a broad-minded Chen Xin, Qian Renxue felt deep respect; the word "Master" came from her heart.

"Also, as for whether we'll live, rest easy. We'll all be fine—Tianlin is about to exit seclusion." Qian Renxue spoke with absolute confidence. Having cultivated alongside Tianlin for years, no one knew better than she how terrifying his progress was.

"Oh? I see." The God of Lust pouted curiously, then looked at Chen Xin. "Chen Xin, is your disciple really that formidable? Even stronger than the original Asura God?"

"Of course. He is the strongest in this world. No one is my disciple's match." Mentioning Tianlin, Chen Xin set aside his icy face. To him, Tianlin was his life's pride even more than becoming a Sword God.

"In that case, as his future master's wife, I must reward him well. How should I reward him? Got it." The God of Lust looked at Qian Renxue and flirtatiously winked.

What else would the God of Lust be best at? Qian Renxue immediately took her meaning and could only smile wryly. This senior might be aged, but her temperament was like a girl's.

"Damn it, as if one person trying to steal my Sword Brother wasn't enough—now another comes to steal my Sword Grandpa." Ning Rongrong looked thoroughly put out. The two of them even seemed to be on the same team.

With nowhere to vent, she kicked Ma Hongjun, who was still lying there with a nosebleed. "Hey, lecherous fatty, you can wake up now. If you keep drooling like this, I'll tattle to Chenxiang in a heartbeat."

"Chenxiang!" Hearing his wife's name, Ma Hongjun snapped awake. "Rongrong, don't tell Chenxiang! Or I'm done for."

"That depends on how you behave." Ning Rongrong said.

Ma Hongjun bobbed his head repeatedly. "Big Sis Rongrong, rest assured—no matter what, I'm on your side."

Now he didn't dare let his eyes drift toward the God of Lust even for a second. This woman was too dangerous; her entire being radiated temptation.

There was another god present: the first-rank Divine Craftsman Lou Gao. Old in years but low in seniority, and adhering strictly to respecting teachers and elders, he didn't dare say a word—after all, these women were either Master's wife or Master's grandmother.

Chen Xin shook his head helplessly. This lot, although now gods, basically coasted their way here. Their temperament hasn't improved much from before godhood.

It's all because Tianlin protected them too well.

Just then, Chen Xin sensed something, raised his head to the sky, and said gravely, "Enough chatter. The enemy has arrived."

At his words, everyone dropped the banter. They'd known all along they were simply relieving their tension. No one was truly angry. Now that the enemy was here, they would unite against a common foe.

…

"They're here?"

Down the mountain, Ning Fengzhi, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Yu Tianheng, and others waited with tens of thousands of soul master troops. Ever since the gods sensed the barrier between the human world and the Divine Realm weakening, they had been on full alert.

A massive black vortex appeared in the sky, still expanding. From deep within came a terrifyingly evil aura that made hearts tremble.

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat. They knew that what would emerge from within would be unimaginably horrifying.

Suddenly, a dense flock of silhouettes like a murder of crows flew out of the vortex. These were the Divine Guards originally created by the Divine Realm Core, now repurposed as puppets obeying the Evil Sword Immortal.

"Lou Gao, execute the plan. Qian Renxue, once Lou Gao departs, use your trump card." Chen Xin ordered.

"Yes, Grandmaster!" Lou Gao understood, pulled a cloak over himself—and vanished.

Qian Renxue gathered divine power, aiming straight at the portal.

Chapter 606: Rule-Type Divine Skill — Sword of Light's Seal

More and more Divine Guards filled the sky.

Gods of the Divine Realm, by rank from highest to lowest, are: Supreme God King, God King, First-Rank God, Second-Rank God, Third-Rank God, and Divine Official.

Some gods are born innate—like the God King of Destruction and the God King of Life. The God of Destruction condensed from the universe's purest destructive power, while the God of Life formed from life energy.

They are the oldest gods, whereas most others are cultivated humans—like Sea God, Angel God, Asura God.

Their power is not essentially different. In fact, the cultivated Asura God long ago surpassed the God of Destruction.

All except Divine Officials possess a god seat. Divine Officials are level 100 without a god seat and are very low in status.

Below the Divine Officials are the Divine Guards. They are neither innately born nor cultivated, but created by the five God Kings using the Divine Realm Core. Like robots, they lack thought and usually patrol the Divine Realm.

Thus, once you control the Divine Realm Core, you can easily reverse-control them.

Their strength is a notch below Divine Officials. Though level 100, they're only somewhat stronger than human-world Limit Douluo. Their terror lies in their numbers—thousands upon thousands.

If they all entered Douluo Continent, it would be a catastrophe for the entire plane.

"Evil Sword Immortal, I won't let your plan succeed. Sword of Light's Seal—formation, rise!" Having judged that Lou Gao should have finished his task, Qian Renxue soared into the sky, holy light blazing. Countless golden longswords manifested at the Divine Realm portal, sealing it shut once more.

This was the contingency Qian Renxue had set at the Divine Gate back then. Because the array was pre-laid, she only needed to guide it with divine power to activate it.

Aside from the first few hundred, no more Divine Guards could come through.

"Hmph. A mere seal—what can it do to me?" Within the Divine Realm Core, the Evil Sword Immortal snorted. He still couldn't leave; time had been too short. He hadn't completely mastered the Core. If he left, the gate would close at once.

But even if he didn't come, he could send subordinates to break the seal.

"Fallen Angel Light."

"Death Scythe."

Two God-King-level attacks slammed toward the Sword of Light's Seal—Bibi Dong and a puppet Qian Xunji made from soul fragments. With the Original Sin power's aid, their strength had increased to the God King level.

But no matter how they attacked, Qian Renxue's seal didn't budge.

"Heh, useless." Qian Renxue smiled confidently. "My Sword of Light's Seal can completely seal any opponent weaker than me until my divine power runs out. Though it's ineffective against those above God King, even a Supreme God King can't brute-force erase my seal."

"After all, even Supreme God Kings can't change rules like the sun rising in the east or a planet's rotation, right?"

"A rule-type skill!" Everyone's heart jolted. It was the strongest and most inescapable rule-type skill. With this, Qian Renxue was like the one writing heaven and earth's rules: if she stipulates that those weaker than her can't pass this portal, then even a Supreme God King can't alter that rule.

Of course, there's an upper limit: she can't restrict those equal to or stronger than her.

Thus, God-King-level Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong passed through the portal into the human world.

"Well done, little Xue." The God of Lust praised without stint. Rule-type ultimate moves are the top-tier skills that only the five God Kings can grasp a bit of.

Even if Qian Renxue's move wasn't perfect and useless against true powerhouses, creating it at all showed unprecedented talent—hardly inferior to the human-cultivated God King Asura.

Even if she had been inferior, years of learning from Tianlin, plus the Heaven-Snow power, let her catch up—and no wonder the Asura God had been so excited then.

"Thank you for the praise, Senior. I only created this because I didn't want to fight Tianlin and hoped to seal him. I didn't expect I wouldn't get the chance to use it on him but that it would serve another purpose." Qian Renxue smiled.

"Mm, the power of love—how beautiful." Stars sparkled in the God of Lust's eyes. Though she governs desire, she deeply yearns for beautiful love.

Off to the side, Ning Rongrong had to admit Qian Renxue far surpassed her in cultivation talent. Without Tianlin's help, she wouldn't even qualify to inherit a first-rank god.

Qian Renxue, by contrast, created such a wondrous move purely because she didn't want to fight Tianlin—proof of her true heart.

"We can't relax. Although we blocked most Divine Guards, over four hundred still came through, along with two God Kings." Chen Xin eyed Qian Xunji. "Qian Xunji, you didn't die—or rather, the Evil Sword Immortal used the Divine Realm Core to create a new body and poured your remnant soul into it to revive you, didn't he?"

"Hehe, Sword Path Chen Xin, long time no see. You guessed perfectly. What's more, my revival quota used my beautiful wife's." Qian Xunji cast a glance at the stunned Bibi Dong. Unlike with Bibi Dong, the Evil Sword Immortal hadn't stripped his will.

To this day, he still felt possessive of Bibi Dong.

"Trash is still trash. So what if you used a first-rank god's carry quota to revive? Back then you couldn't even beat a freshly broken-through Tang Hao. You think you can beat me now?" Chen Xin sneered.

Qian Xunji had always been only high in cultivation; his combat ability wasn't worth much. Chen Xin had never taken him seriously.

"Really, Sword Path Chen Xin? I hope you can stay that confident after seeing this." Dark wings—eight in total—sprouted from Qian Xunji's back.

"Eight-wing Fallen Angel—God King level!" Qian Renxue was shocked. She had cultivated with Tianlin for years to become an eight-wing Angel God, early-stage God King; yet with the Evil Sword Immortal's help, her father had advanced this far.

"Yes, my daughter, come to your father. I can convert you into a Fallen Angel, and ask Lord Evil Sword Immortal to help you become a peak God King. Once we finish ending the world and Lord Evil Sword Immortal goes where he wishes, the Divine Realm will be ours as a family of three." Qian Xunji called to Qian Renxue.

This time he was sincere. Arrogant and base as he was, Qian Xunji truly loved his daughter. That much had not changed.

That's why Qian Renxue had hated Bibi Dong for years over matters involving Qian Xunji.

"Father, I'm sorry. You're no longer the man you were. Just as I must defeat my mother to save her, to keep you from greater wrongs I will show no mercy." Qian Renxue's grip on the Angel Holy Sword was steady and resolute.

No longer obstructed by Sea God, this was the true Angel God who had passed the seven emotions trials.

Chapter 607: Battle Joined — Sword God vs Fallen Angel

"Since you remain obstinate, then die with this world." Qian Xunji's killing intent toward Qian Renxue surged.

By controlling the Divine Realm Core, the Evil Sword Immortal had enticed many gods to surrender out of fear, including some first-rank gods. If they could all descend, they could easily end the world and capture the God of Lust.

But because of Qian Renxue's seal, anything below God King couldn't get through. All those defected first- and second-rank gods became decorations, and the Divine Guard army a joke.

If brute force couldn't break the seal, the only way was to kill its caster—Qian Renxue.

At Qian Xunji's command, the four hundred-plus Divine Guards pressed down toward Seven Treasures Mountain. Though level 100, and thus a threat even to God Kings in numbers, they were still "small fry" compared to gods.

"Phoenix Divine Flame!"

"Golden Thirteen Halberds—A Thousand Ages in a Sigh!"

Qian Renxue didn't move; Ma Hongjun and Ning Rongrong stepped up to block the swarm. They knew their roles.

Before godhood, their foundations weren't deep. They were far from Chen Xin and hadn't used Heaven-Snow power like Qian Renxue to break into God King. They had barely reached first-rank god. Rather than dragging Chen Xin and Qian Renxue down, it was better for them to block the small fry.

Qian Renxue, sword in hand, faced Qian Xunji.

She knew clearly: this was and was not her father—more precisely, half of him.

Qian Xunji was arrogant and despicable, and had done many wrongs. The most obvious two: first, mismanaging Spirit Hall, allowing scum like Meyers to proliferate during his tenure—by Bibi Dong's era, the good and bad were thoroughly mixed, bringing much suffering to the common folk. Were it not for Qian Daoliu's foundation and the equally troubled Heaven Dou and Star Luo empires, Spirit hall reputation will be destroyed.

Second, his violation of Bibi Dong. At that time, he should have simply executed her as a traitor—that was the proper course. He should not have destroyed her chastity and spared her life, sowing a disastrous seed for today.

As for the rest, he had never engaged in mass slaughter. Even the death hunt for Ah Yin was a soul master hunting a soul beast—natural and justified. He was indeed the rightful successor to the Angel God. For the spread of faith, even if feigned, he wouldn't casually butcher the innocent, much less bandy "end the world" around.

And toward Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, he truly felt respect and love, unlike now when he played the family card merely to shake Qian Renxue's resolve.

The Qian Xunji before her retained only his evil, stripped of what little good remained.

Therefore, even if Qian Renxue loathed fighting the father who once doted on her, today she would not let this fake continue to exist.

She was about to take flight to battle when the Seven-Kill Divine Sword barred her path. Chen Xin said, "Qian Renxue, a daughter killing her father defies heaven no matter what. Leave him to me. You go save your mother. By now, you should understand what the Asura God told you."

"Of course. Thank you, Master." Qian Renxue thanked Chen Xin and turned toward Bibi Dong. As for this incomplete Qian Xunji, their decision was one: kill.

As for Bibi Dong, according to the Asura God, she could be saved. With even a sliver of hope, Qian Renxue would not give up.

"Chen Xin, I'll help you." The God of Lust flew to Chen Xin's side. She was an old first-rank god, stronger than the newly ascended Ma Hongjun.

"Go!" Chen Xin's single word conveyed his trust in her strength.

Her divine weapon, Desire's Heart, usually didn't manifest, only stirring within her to augment her divine skills in battle.

Her ultimate move, Celestial Demon of Sensual Dance, spread a special aura, conjuring a host of alluring maidens to tempt and entangle the foe.

For any man of unsteady mind, it was devastating. But Qian Xunji's lust—or rather, possessiveness—was directed only at Bibi Dong. He was not ordinarily lust-obsessed. Otherwise, with his status, he would have had a harem long ago.

With a sweep of his arm, Qian Xunji's divine power shredded the illusions.

This gave the God of Lust a brief start; she hadn't expected such firm will.

Out of the dispersing illusion, Sword Path Chen Xin lunged, thrusting at Qian Xunji's head. Four black wings on the left folded to defend, while the four on the right blasted a gale that flung Chen Xin away. The gap between God King and first-rank god was simply too great; their joint strike accomplished nothing.

They were not discouraged. Their aim was to buy time. While the Evil Sword Immortal solidified control of the Core, Tianlin was completing his final breakthrough.

"Annihilation Sword Path—Extinguish!" Chen Xin unleashed a new post-apotheosis Annihilation Sword Path move. Whatever the sword qi passed through—even Qian Xunji's divine power—was reduced to nothing.

Qian Xunji understood clearly: this strike crossed the boundary of realms. If he tried to take it head-on, he would pay dearly if not die.

"Hehe, an attack that ignores realm disparity. I didn't expect that besides my daughter, your insight into the sword path would run this deep as well—almost a rule-type skill. But no matter how close, it's still just a normal strike." Qian Xunji sneered, palms pressed in prayer as black radiance covered him. "Fallen Angel Glory."

This was a corrupted form of his strongest move, Angel Glory, once broken by Tang Hao's Great Sumeru Hammer. But now he was nothing like back then; Fallen Angel Glory was hundreds or thousands of times stronger.

The result of the clash between sword qi and black light was a draw. The sky over their sides split in half—one half drowned in darkness, the other empty, even clouds erased by Chen Xin's strike.

But that Extinguish was Chen Xin's strongest attack so far, fusing the Slaughter Sword Path and Shu Mountain sword arts. Qian Xunji, by contrast, had only gotten a bit serious. The disparity was obvious.

No matter how much Chen Xin's sword art surpassed Fallen Angel Glory, before such a gap in raw power, it was meaningless.

Chapter 608: Human Soul Masters Join the Battle — A Thousand-Fold Ensemble

"Tch, this again." More than Chen Xin, Qian Xunji felt aggrieved. Every time it was like this—whether Tang Hao or Chen Xin—he held an absolute edge in cultivation, yet could never gain the upper hand.

Was his combat ability truly that poor?

He glanced over at Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.

Mother and daughter were locked in a fierce duel. Bibi Dong had lost her mind, so Qian Renxue wasted no words and went straight in with her sword. Both were God King level; Bibi Dong's cultivation was deeper, but Qian Renxue—having learned Chen Xin and Tianlin's sword paths—outmatched the puppet tenfold in technique.

"Damn it. I didn't expect Lord Evil Sword Immortal's plan to be obstructed at the outset. But Lord Evil Sword Immortal said you have a fatal weakness—soft-hearted compassion." Qian Xunji's eerie smile made hearts sink. He suddenly commanded the Divine Guard army, "Split up. Kill everyone on Douluo Continent."

Two hundred of the four hundred Divine Guards immediately scattered in all directions.

An open-scheme. Qian Xunji was using a blatant ploy. These level-100 Divine Guards might be nothing to first-rank gods like Ma Hongjun and Ning Rongrong, but to ordinary soul masters they were a dimensionality reduction strike. Any one of them could bring extinction-level disaster.

If Ma Hongjun and Ning Rongrong gave chase, they would each have to go a separate way. Then the remaining two hundred-plus would surround Chen Xin and Qian Renxue.

Two hundred-plus level-100s—without god seats still a terrifying force. Even a first-rank god would feel stretched fighting so many at once.

But if they didn't stop the other two hundred, they would plunge the continent into chaos. Even if they later beat the Evil Sword Immortal, what would it matter?

"Bastard!" Ma Hongjun roared and chose to chase. He couldn't watch them butcher the innocent.

"Hongjun, stand down! Protect Uncle Sword and Qian Renxue. Don't let anyone interfere in their fights. Leave those to us." At that moment, silhouettes packed the peaks around Seven Treasures Mountain, forming a ring that encircled the hundreds of foes.

Led by Ning Fengzhi, they were elite soul masters of Douluo Continent—from Spirit Hall and the Seven Great Sects alike.

"Sect Master!" Ma Hongjun froze. The plan had never called for them to confront gods head-on; even a Title Douluo pales before a god.

"Hongjun, don't worry. Their move was exactly as I expected. Such a crude trick—who would it fool? Qian Xunji, after all these years, even revived you're the same dimwit." Ning Fengzhi mocked.

He had prepared for this.

"Ning Fengzhi, you? On this battlefield? A bunch of Title Douluo, Soul Douluo, Soul Saints, and Soul Emperors—ants before level-100s. With your mere nine rings, why seek death?" Qian Xunji was disdainful.

"Heh. Qian Xunji, even ants have their pride. Even facing gods, we humans have things we can do." For the first time, Ning Fengzhi roared out of character. "All-Continent High-Rank Soul Master Joint Army—form up!"

Thousands of elite soul masters stepped forward. Their martial souls were all the same: seven-string guqin.

At the same time, a fairy-like figure hovered in the sky, a divine seven-string zither in hand—the Music God, Huan Yin. She wasn't strong in direct combat and would lose head-on to these Divine Guards.

But she had an advantage: in group battles, what stands unrivaled like Dugu Bo's poison fog? Soundwave skills.

"Sixth Soul Skill—Mind-Controlling Melody!" Huan Yin plucked the strings, playing her sixth soul skill, now a divine skill after her apotheosis.

But alone, how could she control so many level-100 foes?

Zither-type skills have a trait: if others have the same skill, they can cooperate to amplify it—an ensemble.

"Sixth Soul Skill—Mind-Controlling Melody!" thousands of soul masters intoned together, playing the same piece as Huan Yin.

With the thousandfold ensemble, Huan Yin's divine melody was empowered to a terrifying degree, instantly controlling hundreds of Divine Guards.

"Impossible! How can there be so many high-level soul masters with identical martial souls and skills?" Qian Xunji couldn't believe it.

If such a guqin clan existed, they would have long since replaced the Upper Three Sects; how could they be unknown?

"Heh. In theory, impossible. But there are always exceptions. Humanity's infinite potential surpasses theory." Ning Fengzhi smiled.

Only one soul skill could achieve this miracle: Oscar's Mirror-Image Sausage.

That skill consumes an enormous amount of soul power. Even as a newly minted Title Douluo, Oscar could only make a dozen at a time—nowhere near thousands.

But the most frightening part of the Mirror-Image Sausage, leveraged by Ning Fengzhi, is this: Oscar makes a dozen, drips a drop of his blood on each, then others eat them to gain Oscar's Sausage martial soul and can then make their own Mirror-Image Sausages.

And so on, leveraging many soul masters, quickly producing thousands.

Then drip Huan Yin's blood on those thousands of sausages, and a battalion of identical zither users with identical skills appears.

This plan had been three years in the making. Normally it's impractical: after mass-producing sausages, those soul masters have little soul power left; even after eating a Mirror-Image Sausage, they can't fight. Over three years, Huan Yin and Oscar periodically donated massive amounts of blood—nearly to the point of exsanguination.

But no problem—the blood left by Tianlin before becoming a god. After a Soul Douluo ate a Mirror-Image Sausage imbued with Tianlin's blood and cast a large-area group recovery, Extreme Curse: Return Yin and Yang, everyone—those drained of soul power or near death from blood loss—instantly returned to peak state.

While Qian Renxue was sealing the portal, Ning Fengzhi had already prepared the army.

He had conceived this plan three years ago. In those three years, while Huan Yin taught them to play, every soul master practiced with utmost seriousness—life and death were at stake. No one would miss a note.

Now the effort bore fruit: the thousandfold Mind-Controlling Melody, combined with Huan Yin's Music God power, instantly seized control of roughly two hundred level-100 Divine Guards.