Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 99 The Demon Lord of the 100,000-Year Dark Prison

Zhang Lexuan then looked at Ma Xiaotao, Ling Luochen, and the others:

"Xiao Tao, Luo Chen, you lead the rest of the group to rest and recuperate in Dragon City until we return. Once we arrive, we will immediately head back to the academy to report the situation."

No one objected to Zhang Lexuan's decision.

With a powerful expert at the Soul Douluo level personally escorting them, obtaining a ten-thousand-year soul ring is indeed a sure thing.

Although Ma Xiaotao was also somewhat interested in going, she knew that Zhang Lexuan's decision was the safest, so she nodded in agreement:

"Okay, Sister Lexuan, please be careful. We'll wait here."

With the arrangements finalized, everyone dispersed to prepare.

Yin Chen returned to his room, ostensibly packing his belongings, but his mind was actually immersed in the sea of ​​his spirit.

In the boundless, pale golden spiritual world, Ishtar remained languidly seated on the seemingly ancient stone steps, one hand supporting her chin, her golden eyes half-open, as if she were dozing off.

"Istaru."

Yin Chen asked the question directly in his mind.

"You promised me before that my fourth soul skill would allow me to gain advantages in this mess in the far north? Is one new soul skill really enough? Don't end up losing out and dragging me down with you."

Ishtar hadn't even fully opened her eyes when her lazy voice rang out in Yin Chen's mind, carrying a hint of matter-of-fact:
"Don't worry, I've read the script. The situation you're worried about won't happen. Once you get your fourth spirit ring, you'll naturally have the ability to get involved. There's no use thinking about it now."

She even gave a small yawn, her tone carrying a hint of "don't disturb my peace and quiet":

"You'll know the details once you get your fourth spirit ring and try it yourself."

After saying that, she continued to prop her chin up, staring blankly at the starry sky that had materialized in her spiritual sea, completely ignoring Yin Chen.

Yin Chen was already used to Ishtar's slacking-off attitude.

His own martial soul is Ishtar, and she knows the effects of his soul skills very well.

As for predicting the future?

Even if Ishtar is not used to this world, she is still a master of time manipulation. It's just basic stuff, nothing to be surprised about.

'Never mind, I'll wait until I get my fourth spirit ring.'

Yin Chen stopped worrying about it. He would soon obtain his fourth spirit ring anyway, and since Istaru was unwilling to reveal it, there was no need for him to ask.

After all, beings like Ishtar, who wield the power of time, have their own set of rules. Revealing future information at will will inevitably lead to a backlash from time.

He composed himself and focused all his attention on the upcoming journey to the far north.

Whether it's acquiring his fourth spirit ring or seizing the opportunity to profit from the conflict between the Hall of Rebirth and the Northern Spirit Beasts, this time he must take the initiative to secure the greatest possible benefit for himself.

Soon after, Zhang Lexuan came to knock on the door.

Without delay, the two bid a brief farewell to Ma Xiaotao and the others, and quietly left Longcheng, heading towards the far north, a land covered in endless ice and snow and teeming with undercurrents.

Just as Yin Chen and Zhang Lexuan left Dragon City and headed towards the snow-covered far north.

Deep within the Jingyang Mountains, far within the territory of the Sun Moon Empire, a battle of the highest caliber on the Douluo Continent is underway.

Xia Die stood silently on a precipice. She wore the black robes exclusive to the Holy Spirit Cult's Death Maiden, but this austere attire could not conceal her stunning beauty.

At only eleven years old, she already has a well-developed and shapely figure.

Her long hair had a dreamy silver gradient that transitioned to deep purple, with the ends resembling the purple glow of the night sky.

She possessed a pair of pointed, elfin ears, which added to her otherworldly mystery and ethereal quality.

Those deep purple eyes, as dark as stars, calmly surveyed the battle in the valley below. Her youthful yet stunningly beautiful face showed no emotion, as if a cold deity were observing a farce in the mortal world.

Judging solely by appearance, even Gu Yuena, who is known as the number one on the Vanilla Ranking in Douluo Continent, is no better than this.

Beside her, Scarlet Douluo Feiyan stared intently, his face showing an undisguised awe and fervor.

Being able to witness Long Xiaoyao, the top expert on the continent and the chief worshipper of the Holy Spirit Cult, take action was a rare opportunity for her, a titled Douluo.

In the valley, the once clear sky was eroded by a thick darkness, and a biting wind howled.

Compared to the old man who floated quietly in mid-air, with his meticulously styled silver hair and rosy complexion like a baby, his opponent appeared utterly disheveled and desperate.

That was a "Dark Prison Demon Owl" with a cultivation level of 100,000 years.

This is a top-tier flying soul beast that lives in the dark lands. It resembles an owl magnified dozens of times, but its entire body is covered with jet-black feathers that look like they are woven from shadows, with ominous dark purple patterns shimmering at the edges of the feathers.

Its wings spread wide, seemingly able to blot out the sky, and with each flap, it not only creates hurricanes but also scatters countless corrosive dark energy feathers.

What is most chilling are its enormous, completely pale white eyes, devoid of pupils, filled only with endless deathly silence and resentment, capable of directly impacting the soul of its opponent.

It emits a silent shriek, an attack that directly targets the mind; even hearing the aftershocks would cause an ordinary soul master to suffer a mental breakdown.

However, this top-tier dark soul beast, which was strong enough to make even a Super Douluo take it seriously, became incredibly weak in front of Long Xiaoyao.

Long Xiaoyao didn't even use his Martial Soul True Body.

He simply hovered there calmly, his hands still behind his back.

"Ugh—!!!"

With a soul-ripping shriek, the 100,000-year-old soul beast, the Dark Prison Demon Owl, fully unleashed its ferocious power.

Its pitch-black wings, which blot out the sky, suddenly flapped, not creating ordinary air currents, but stirring up a tangible wave of darkness.

Wherever this wave passed, towering ancient trees withered and carbonized instantly, turning into ashes, as if they had been doused with concentrated sulfuric acid.

The hard rock surface hissed and crackled, riddled with countless pits.

The sky darkened completely, as if it had entered eternal night prematurely. Only the pale eyes of the Dark Prison Demon Owl, like two moons from hell, hung in the darkness, radiating a suffocating, deathly pressure.

Countless feathers, formed from pure dark soul power, poured down like a torrential rain. Each feather carried a terrifying effect of corroding flesh and eroding soul power, completely covering the space where Long Xiaoyao was located. The ground was plowed with countless deep pits, and smoke and dust mixed with dark energy soared into the sky.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to annihilate an army, Long Xiaoyao finally stopped simply standing with his hands behind his back.

He let out a low, deep dragon roar, not loud, but it seemed to resonate directly in the depths of his soul.

(End of this chapter)