Chapter 1: Graceful and Elegant, the Youth in White

Douluo Continent, deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

A young man in white leaned against an ancient tree, his slender fingers dancing lightly upon a Jade Flute.

He kept his eyes closed, his ink-black hair fluttering gently with the breeze, his white robes pristine and unstained, as if he were completely out of place in this forest of Soul Beasts.

Pink petals flowed like a clear spring, and a melodious tune echoed through the air of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The surrounding Soul Beasts seemed drawn by the beautiful sound of the flute, stopping their steps one after another to listen quietly. Even those ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts, usually ferocious, appeared much more docile at this moment, as if their inner restlessness had been soothed by the flute music.

Suddenly, the flute music stopped abruptly.

The young man in white slowly opened his eyes; those pupils were as deep as the stars, carrying a faint trace of coldness.

His gaze swept across his surroundings, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, seemingly satisfied with the reaction of the surrounding Soul Beasts.

"It seems you like this tune as well," he said softly, his voice like a gentle breeze, carrying a hint of languor and indifference.

Just then, a slight commotion came from the valley in the distance, as if a group of things were approaching rapidly.

The young man in white frowned slightly, his fingers flicked, and the Jade Flute vanished from his palm in an instant. He stood up straight, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the sound came.

"A nice gift," he whispered to himself, his voice like a flowing spring, carrying a faint trace of a smile.

"Time to go take a look."

……

Meanwhile, in the valley in the distance.

A rugged man was sprinting while pulling a woman along.

The ground was collapsing, and there was magma everywhere below.

The two figures darted rapidly through the woods, with several Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall in pursuit behind them.

The figure of Ghost Douluo followed closely like a phantom; his speed was extremely fast, closing the distance to Tang Hao almost instantly.

"The end is near, Tang Hao, you cannot escape!" Ghost's voice was cold and sharp, carrying a hint of mockery.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, brandishing his Clear Sky Hammer as he charged forward, a violent wave of soul power surging directly toward Ghost.

"No Soul Ring seen, only a ghost shadow; what a fine Title Douluo."

Ghost sneered, and the black ghost shadow beneath his feet coiled toward Tang Hao like a venomous snake.

Tang Hao let out a roar, and the Clear Sky Hammer swung once more.

"Sky-Cleaving Strike!"

The terrifying power smashed the ground directly, forcing the surrounding ghost shadows back several yards.

"A Yin, let's go!"

However, before he could pull A Yin away, the Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall had already surrounded them.

"Go? Go where?!"

A feminine male voice mocked.

Several blades formed from petals shot toward Tang Hao and A Yin.

"Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum!"

"Another Title Douluo!"

Tang Hao's expression changed abruptly—two Title Douluo!

The Spirit Hall really thought highly of him!

Especially those petal blades filling the sky; each one contained a terrifying wave of soul power, and one would be wounded by the slightest carelessness.

"Chrysanthemum withers, the ground is full of wounds, flowers fall and hearts break!" Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice was feminine and cold, and as he released his Ninth Soul Skill, the petals filling the sky poured down like a rainstorm, carrying endless killing intent.

Tang Hao dared not be the least bit careless; the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly grew larger, his soul power surging wildly, instantly forming a thick barrier of soul power.

"Clear Sky Body Protection!"

The soul power barrier of the Clear Sky Hammer acted like an indestructible shield, blocking the front of Tang Hao and A Yin. However, the power of Chrysanthemum Douluo's Ninth Soul Skill was too terrifying; even the Clear Sky Body Protection began to show cracks under the impact of the sky-filling petals.

"Crack—"

The cracks on the soul power barrier grew more numerous, and Tang Hao's face turned pale.

After all, he only had eight rings; facing Title Douluo, he was clearly out of his depth.

"Brother Hao!" A Yin gripped Tang Hao's hand tightly, her eyes full of worry. A faint blue light began to radiate from her body, as if a power were awakening.

"A Yin, no!"

Tang Hao sensed A Yin's intention and hurriedly stopped her. "It's only two Title Douluo, we can escape!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Before A Yin could respond, another golden light appeared in the distance.

The golden radiance shone upon the entire valley like a scorching sun, and a massive angel phantom hovered in mid-air, its six wings spread, holy and majestic. That terrifying aura instantly pressed down so hard that Tang Hao and A Yin could barely breathe.

"Tang Hao, you have nowhere left to run." A cold and majestic voice came from the golden light; it was the Pope of the Spirit Hall—Qian Xunji.

Qian Xunji's figure slowly stepped out from the golden light; he wore a golden robe and held a long sword shining with holy radiance, his gaze like torches, carrying endless pressure. His appearance instantly plunged the entire valley into silence.

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed in unison to Qian Xunji.

Tang Hao's expression became extremely ugly, and he gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly.

There was almost no hope for this battle!

"The Spirit Hall has no intention of being enemies with the Clear Sky Sect; hand her over, and I will spare your life," Qian Xunji said indifferently, his eyes filled with the oppression of a superior.

"In your dreams!" Tang Hao growled through gritted teeth, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swung violently.

"Clear Sky Hammer! Rampaging Wind Cloak!"

"Stubborn and unyielding!" Qian Xunji smiled coldly. "Angel Light Blade!"

With a light wave of the Angel Holy Sword in his hand, a golden sword Qi instantly slashed toward Tang Hao.

Tang Hao let out a roar, and the Clear Sky Hammer suddenly met it, colliding with the golden sword Qi.

"Boom—"

A terrifying wave of soul power erupted instantly, Tang Hao's body was shaken back repeatedly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Hao, I will hold them off, the child is in your hands!" A Yin's voice was firm yet gentle, a faint blue light radiated from her body, and a powerful force fully awakened.

Stalks of Blue Silver Grass broke through the soil and wrapped around Tang Hao.

"No! A Yin, you cannot!" Tang Hao's voice carried a hint of trembling, and he wanted to rush forward to stop her, but his entire body was trapped by the Blue Silver Grass and unable to move.

A Yin shook her head gently, her eyes filled with tenderness and reluctance: "For the sake of our child, I must do this."

In the distance, Qian Xunji saw this scene and also rushed over in shock.

"You would actually go to such lengths to use sacrifice? Do you not know that you will be completely wiped out forever!"

"A Yin, don't! Go with them! Do not sacrifice yourself!"

The power of A Yin's sacrifice erupted with increasing intensity, and a look of gravity appeared on Qian Xunji's face.

"Everyone, concentrate your power and stop her!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Soul skills filled the sky, and all the Soul Masters attacked A Yin in unison.

"Blue Grass Life Has No Return!"

"Years of wind and rain, fortunately favored by the east wind!"

"Farewell, my love..."

However, at this moment.

A melodious sound of a flute suddenly rang out from the depths of the forest.

The flute sound was like music from heaven, carrying an irresistible power that instantly pierced everyone's mind.

Immediately following, low roars came from the depths of the forest, and thousands of ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts surged from all directions, pouncing toward the Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall. A beast tide erupted instantly, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos.

Roar!

Roar!!

The expressions of all the Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall changed drastically; they had not expected that so many ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts would suddenly appear on the periphery and attack them with such clear intent.

"What is happening?!" Ghost's voice carried a hint of shock; he retreated rapidly and looked toward the rear of the beast tide in confusion.

A figure in white slowly walked out from the woods.

Behind him, countless flower petals fluttered.

It was a young man holding a Jade Flute in his hand, his expression indifferent, as if the chaos before him had nothing to do with him.

"Who are you?!" Ghost Douluo shouted sternly, his eyes full of vigilance.

The young man in white lifted his hand slightly and snapped his fingers.

"Merely a nameless person, you do not need to know."

As the sound of the snap fell, the space behind him suddenly twisted, and a huge bronze door appeared out of thin air. The bronze door slowly opened, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura.

The figure of the young man in white appeared beside A Yin in an instant like a phantom, his slender fingers waved lightly, and the sacrificial power about to erupt from A Yin was actually suppressed by a gentle force. Her body trembled slightly, and the determination in her eyes was gradually replaced by a blankness.

"You..." A Yin raised her head and looked at the young man in white, her eyes full of confusion and gratitude.

The young man in white did not say more, but simply waved his hand, and a gentle layer of flower petals wrapped around A Yin, then he quickly flew toward the huge bronze door with her.

"Presumptuous!" Qian Xunji's expression changed suddenly, the Angel Holy Sword in his hand swung violently, and a golden sword Qi instantly slashed toward the young man in white.

However, the young man in white only lightly waved the Jade Flute in his hand, and an invisible wave of Immortal Qi instantly neutralized the golden sword Qi. His movements were effortless, as if Qian Xunji's attack were nothing more than a breeze brushing his face.

"You have grudges, but I have no grudges in my heart." The young man in white's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he were speaking of the most ordinary matter, "Your affairs have nothing to do with me."

"You may do as you please, we shall meet again."

Before his voice had faded, the young man in white had already stepped into the bronze door with A Yin.

The bronze door slowly closed, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura, and then vanished into the air.

(End of this chapter)