Soul Land 2: Body Sect

Chapter 289: The Evil Emperor

"I know none of you want to see your countries fall to the Sun Moon Empire, but I recall the young sect master once said something important." Lang Ya's sharp gaze swept across the hall of elders as he spoke in a low voice.

"The unification of the continent is inevitable. The Douluo Continent belongs to the people, not to empires and nobles. This war is the rebirth of the Douluo Continent, the unstoppable wheel of time."

"Whoever dares to stand in the way will be crushed under that wheel. What our Ontology Sect must do is look to the future, not involve ourselves in a pointless war that would lead to the sect's decline!"

Lang Ya's words were like thunder, shaking the hesitant elders, some of whom had still considered joining the war. They completely abandoned those thoughts.

"A country is not just a name or a piece of land—it's the people, the legacy," Du Busi said, feeling emotional, his gaze complex.

"I finally understand what Qianjue meant by those words, and I hope all of you understand too."

"When the war ends, only the nobles and empires will disappear, but the people and the legacy will remain, and the Douluo Continent will continue to exist forever."

And with that, the meeting concluded.

The Ontology Sect completely closed its gates, though Ontology City still maintained contact with the rest of the continent, acquiring the materials needed for the sect's daily operations. However, it paid no attention to the turmoil in the outside world.

As for the Clear Sky Sect and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they didn't make a peep.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at least helped somewhat, providing Star Luo and the Heavenly Soul Empire with some war supplies and soul tools, making a small contribution.

But the Clear Sky Sect? They just hid like rats in their holes.

Just like they did a thousand years ago.

Back when Bibi Dong led the Spirit Hall in the Soul Hunting operation, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect fought back to the death. But the Clear Sky Sect hid from the world, only coming out when Tang San became a god during the final battle between the Spirit Empire and the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires.

The Clear Sky Hammer... It's hard to evaluate.

No one knows if Tang Chen was ever resurrected by Tang San, or if he can even see what the Clear Sky Sect has become today.

...

Du Qianjue wasn't in any rush. He simply held Xue Linglong in his arms, sitting on Qianyue's back, leisurely drinking wine while enjoying the scenery.

For him, nothing was urgent.

At just eighteen, he already possessed the power of an Ultimate Douluo, had the cultivation of a Titled Douluo, and inherited the legacy of two God Kings. In his own words, he had worked hard for half his life—wasn't it time to enjoy himself a bit?

Even though Qianyue was rushing as fast as it could, its speed was still much slower than if Du Qianjue and Xue Linglong were tearing through space.

For them, Qianyue's speed was more like a casual stroll.

"I hope the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord behaves himself. Otherwise, I might really have to go bother the Demon Empress," Du Qianjue mumbled as he took a sip of wine. "That old woman plotted against you once, so I'm not planning to let her off. If the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord doesn't make a sacrifice, I'll reluctantly make her my ninth soul ring."

"Wasn't she dreaming of revenge anyway? If I take her soul ring and later kill Tang San after becoming a god, I'd say that counts as avenging her husband's death."

"If that's not enough, I'll even use her soul skills to fight Tang San, so she can feel a little more involved…"

As for Lan Fuzi...

Du Qianjue's mouth twitched slightly. Even though he hadn't finished Douluo Dalu 3, he'd heard bits and pieces about the Demon Empress' daughter. Her personality seemed to be gentle, kind, and maybe a bit of a saint.

Not at all like what you'd expect from a Deep Sea Demon Whale.

But come to think of it, Du Qianjue realized he might have had some stereotypes about the Deep Sea Demon Whale clan.

The evil and violent nature of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was something passed down from Poseidon, the first Sea God. After all, its enemies were the Demon Soul Great White Shark Xiao Bai, Sea God Island, and Tang San, all of which were tied to Poseidon.

The Demon Empress had become obsessed with revenge after Tang San killed her husband.

What their original personalities were like was hard to say, since anything related to Tang San seemed to get... complicated.

Perhaps the Deep Sea Demon Whale clan was originally as calm and peaceful as Lan Fuzi?

Du Qianjue thoughtfully stroked his chin.

Though, it was hard to tell how many years of cultivation the Demon Empress had at this point and whether she was fit to become his ninth soul ring.

Xue Linglong didn't interrupt Du Qianjue's musings, quietly lying in his arms. However, when Du Qianjue mentioned avenging her by going after the Demon Empress, a small, happy smile appeared on her rosy lips.

As they continued their leisurely journey, the Evil Demon Forest came into view in the distance.

Qianyue's speed might seem slow to them, but it was still the speed of a 100,000-year soul beast, enhanced by wind attributes. It had only taken half a day to travel from the Extreme North Icefield to the Evil Demon Forest.

"Alright, Qianyue, let's stop here." Du Qianjue patted Qianyue's head gently. "What comes next isn't something a 100,000-year 'small fry' like you should get involved in. I'll send you to the Undead Demi-Plane for now."

Qianyue's bright eyes instantly dimmed, a trace of defiance in its gaze.

What do you mean, 'small fry'?

I'm a 100,000-year soul beast!

What? You're saying we're about to face soul beasts with cultivation of seven or eight hundred thousand years and beings with Ultimate Douluo power?

Never mind then.

I'm useless. Please, send me in quickly!

Qianyue, feeling quite intimidated, swiftly tucked its tail and rushed into the Undead Demi-Plane, its curiosity about the conversations of top-tier powerhouses overridden by its concern for its own survival.

After sending Qianyue away, Du Qianjue and Xue Linglong exchanged a glance, nodding slightly. They simultaneously tore through space and stepped into the deepest part of the Evil Demon Forest.

"Is the Evil Emperor here?" Du Qianjue called out loudly.

At the same time, two Ultimate Douluo-level auras surged into the sky—one dominant yet embracing all things, the other cold enough to freeze everything.

In the next moment, a massive spatial rift was torn open, and a gigantic crimson eye gazed through the tear at Du Qianjue and Xue Linglong.

Thick tentacles braced against the edges of the rift, pulling it wider. A massive eye, over 300 meters in diameter, emerged from the rift, with 81 enormous tentacles waving behind it. Each tentacle was over a thousand meters long, and at the tip of every one, a smaller eye was growing.

As the rift widened and the giant eye appeared, a powerful mental wave swept out, peaking the moment the eye fully emerged. Even Du Qianjue and Xue Linglong felt some pressure.

This was the strongest being on the Douluo Continent in terms of mental power.

The Evil Eye Tyrant Lord—the Evil Emperor!

(End of Chapter)