Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Qian Renxue's eyes flickered as she quickly considered a solution. Suddenly, she turned to Zhao Feng and asked, "Zhao Feng, can your power of conviction guide Su Chen and the others' power here?"

Zhao Feng was taken aback, then suddenly realized: "You mean, let Su Chen and the others gather their power of faith and pass it on to us through the monument to the martyrs?"

“That’s right.” Qian Renxue nodded. “The monument to heroes contains the power of belief of countless heroes over the past century. If we can guide that power, we will have enough power to completely purify the source of this void.”

“But the monument to the martyrs is in the square, at least a hundred miles away!” Zhao Feng frowned. “Moreover, we are deep underground now, and the signal cannot be transmitted upwards at all.”

"I'll do it." Lin Mo suddenly spoke, and his Holy Angel Spirit Abyss Dragon Emperor Martial Soul erupted violently. The blue-gold light transformed into a huge pillar of light, shooting straight upwards. The pillar of light pierced through layers of rocks and soil, broke through the ground, and soared into the sky.

"This is my Martial Soul talent skill—Angel Summoning! It can transmit my will to any place through a pillar of light!" Lin Mo's face turned extremely pale, and his phantom flickered violently. Clearly, using this skill had consumed a large amount of his soul essence. "I have already conveyed our situation to Su Chen, and he will understand!"

on the ground.

In the square before the monument to the martyrs, the crowd had not yet dispersed, and the ten Limit Douluos were still celebrating their victory at closing the passage. Suddenly, a blue-gold pillar of light shot out from the depths of the earth, soaring straight into the sky, containing Lin Mo's will and voice.

Su Chen's expression changed instantly. He understood the message Lin Mo was conveying—there was an anomaly deep underground, the primal power of the Void Source was awakening, and Qian Renxue, Zhao Feng, and Lin Mo were fighting and urgently needed the support of the power of faith.

"Everyone, listen to my command!" Su Chen shouted sternly, his voice echoing throughout the entire square. "The heroes have not left! They are fighting against the void deep underground! Now, we need to gather the power of faith and pass it on to them through the monument to the heroes!"

The crowd in the square was stunned for a moment, then erupted into a deafening roar. Whether soul masters or ordinary people, old or young, everyone closed their eyes, gathering the power of their conviction. Golden light surged from their bodies, just as it had in the battle a century ago, converging into golden torrents that flowed into the monument to the heroes.

The Monument to the Martyrs instantly erupted with dazzling golden light. Within the light, countless phantom images of the martyrs appeared, each with a smile on their face, infusing their own power of faith into the golden torrent. The golden torrent, passing through Lin Mo's blue-gold pillar of light, surged straight into the depths of the earth, flowing into the bodies of Qian Renxue, Zhao Feng, and Lin Mo.

The three of them instantly surged in power. Qian Renxue's body became solid again, and the phantoms of Zhao Feng and Lin Mo also stabilized. They were surrounded by a dazzling light, which was a perfect fusion of the power of belief and divine power.

"Now!" Qian Renxue shouted, raising the Angelic Holy Sword high above her head. Golden light condensed on the sword, transforming into a massive golden pillar. Zhao Feng's Divine Faith Battle Axe also unleashed a huge golden axe beam, while Lin Mo's Holy Angel Spirit Abyss Dragon Emperor Martial Soul erupted with a dazzling blue-gold light.

Three attacks simultaneously slammed into that wisp of primordial power from the source of nothingness.

Sensing a deadly threat, the black light frantically contracted, expanded, and contracted again, attempting to gather strength to resist. Countless black tentacles emerged from the light, intertwining to form a massive black shield, its surface swirling with eerie black runes and radiating a chilling, devouring power. But the power of the three attacks was too great; the black shield lasted less than three breaths before shattering completely with a deafening boom. The three attacks, undiminished in force, slammed straight into the core of the black light.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar, powerful enough to shatter space itself, erupted from the depths of the earth. A terrifying energy storm swept across everything, reducing rocks, magma, and soil—all matter—to nothingness. Qian Renxue, Zhao Feng, and Lin Mo were blasted away by the energy storm, their bodies tumbling through it like three fallen leaves in a tempest.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, plunging the Angelic Holy Sword into the rock wall beside her to steady herself. With her other hand, golden divine power transformed into two chains, pulling Zhao Feng and Lin Mo back to prevent them from being swept away by the energy storm.

"Hold on! Don't let go!" Qian Renxue shouted sharply. Her voice was extremely weak in the energy storm, but Zhao Feng and Lin Mo still heard it.

Zhao Feng gripped the golden chains tightly, holding the Sacred Belief Battle Axe horizontally in front of him to withstand the impact of the energy storm. His phantom form flickered violently in the storm, as if it might dissipate at any moment, but his eyes remained firm, without the slightest fear.

Lin Mo's situation wasn't much better. His Holy Angel Spirit Abyss Dragon Emperor Martial Soul phantom had become extremely dim, and only three of his nine spirit ring phantoms were still faintly flickering. But he still gritted his teeth and persevered, injecting his remaining power into his Martial Soul to maintain the blue-gold purifying light and resist the remaining void power in the energy storm.

The energy storm lasted for a full quarter of an hour before slowly subsiding. The depths of the earth were completely transformed; the original rock layers were utterly destroyed, leaving a massive cavity over a kilometer in diameter. On the walls of the cavity, the rock, melted by the intense heat, had reformed into a smooth, black, glassy substance that reflected the faint light emanating from the three individuals.

In the very center of the void, the primordial power of the Source of Nothingness had completely vanished, replaced by a black bead the size of a fist. The bead floated in mid-air, slowly rotating, its surface swirling with eerie black patterns, emanating a faint yet chilling aura.

Qian Renxue loosened the chains and cautiously approached the black bead, holding the Angelic Holy Sword horizontally in front of her, ready to deal with any unexpected situation. Zhao Feng and Lin Mo also slowly approached, their eyes fixed on the black bead, not daring to relax for a moment.

"This is..." Lin Mo frowned, "...a physical entity formed from the primordial power of the Origin of Nothingness?"

“No.” Qian Renxue shook her head, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes. “It is the ‘Seed of Nothingness’ that was formed to protect itself after the original power of the Source of Nothingness was severely damaged by our power of belief. It is currently in a dormant state with an extremely weak aura, but as long as it is given enough time and energy, it can regrow and eventually grow into a new Source of Nothingness.”

Zhao Feng's expression instantly turned extremely ugly: "Then let's destroy it quickly!"

He raised the Sacred Faith Battle Axe, golden axe light gathering on the blade, preparing to unleash a powerful strike. Qian Renxue stopped him, shaking her head: "No. The Seed of Nothingness has condensed the primal power of the Source of Nothingness; its structure is extremely stable. A simple brute force attack cannot destroy it. If we force an attack, it might awaken it, and once it erupts, the three of us in our current state simply cannot withstand it." (End of Chapter)