Douluo: Manifesting the Black Abyss and White Flower at the Start

At this moment, the Ice Empress was completely stunned, her mind blank with shock.

She never expected that the person Snow Empress sought would turn out to be Lu Jingming.

She wasn't unfamiliar with Lu Jingming—after all, during the Soul Master Tournament, she had watched through Huo Yuhao's perspective, and Lu Jingming's performance on the field had left a deep impression.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing. What truly left her speechless was Snow Empress's attitude toward Lu Jingming.

Just now, Snow Empress had behaved so obediently and modestly—where was the dignity of the Lord of the Extreme North? Where was the terrifying aura of a powerful beast?

The once cold, proud, and aloof Snow Empress, at just one word from Lu Jingming, had instantly backed down, even handing over her own soul origin without hesitation!

Ice Empress even wondered if she was under an illusion, if all of this was just a dream.

Lu Jingming now thrust his pure white lance into the ground, instantly expanding a domain of pure white light centered on himself.

Bathed in this gentle radiance, Lu Jingming began reconstructing a physical body for the Ice Empress.

He had long since decoded the blueprint of human genetics and was thoroughly familiar with the structure of the human body.

Besides, for now, he only needed to create a temporary vessel for the Ice Empress, so there was no need for absolute precision—a regular human body would suffice.

Waves of white creative power flowed out, gently enveloping the Ice Empress' soul origin and slowly merging with it.

Lu Jingming carefully adjusted the frequency of his power, ensuring that even this ordinary body would be molded according to the unique blueprint of the Ice Empress' soul.

If the soul and the body didn't match, the Ice Empress would face all sorts of difficulties using it—possibly even severe problems.

As his soul power was steadily consumed, a figure gradually formed in the dazzling white light.

The figure was petite, yet with graceful curves, and slowly became clear.

"It's done!" Finally, the body was complete.

Lu Jingming withdrew his lance from the ground, a faint look of exhaustion on his face.

For him, using his White Flower to create a body was indeed a draining task.

As the bright light faded, the Ice Empress' figure appeared before him and Snow Empress, clear as day.

But the next moment, the corners of Lu Jingming's mouth twitched unconsciously, his gaze shifting away awkwardly, and Snow Empress's expression also changed.

The Ice Empress slowly opened her eyes, feeling out this new body.

Though it was incredibly fragile compared to her original form, what surprised her was how utterly familiar it felt—as if it was her original body, with no sense of disconnect.

She was amazed. She never imagined a human martial soul could possess such miraculous power—to help others reconstruct a body!

But suddenly, Ice Empress felt a chill—something was wrong.

Instinctively, she looked down and her eyes widened—her bare feet were exposed. This body, just like her old transformed form.

But that wasn't the worst part—where were her clothes?

She might be a soul beast, but she still had basic shame. Every time she transformed, she'd conjure clothes. She was no mindless beast!

Snow Empress shot Lu Jingming a helpless glare, then took a white robe from her storage space and gently wrapped it around Ice Empress, finally covering up what shouldn't be seen.

Compared to Snow Empress, Ice Empress' figure wasn't as impressive, but she still had a few curves—Lu Jingming thought to himself, "Little apple, huh!"

Noticing Ice Empress' fierce glare, Lu Jingming helplessly spread his hands and explained, "I can make the body, but I can't make clothes!"

Ice Empress clenched her fists, but with this fragile body, she felt helpless.

This vessel was just too weak—she didn't even dare use any of her residual power, fearing she might accidentally tear it apart.

Her desire to punch Lu Jingming was obvious, so he coughed lightly and said to Snow Empress, "Take Ice Empress to rest. She'll need time to adjust. In a few days, I'll take you to get the Ten-Thousand-Year Mysterious Ice Marrow."

"Snow Empress, what's your relationship with him?"

As Lu Jingming walked off, Ice Empress finally straightened her clothes and looked at Snow Empress curiously.

She was full of questions about Snow Empress's changes.

And the Ten-Thousand-Year Mysterious Ice Marrow was a treasure even soul beasts like her and Snow Empress dreamed of—was Lu Jingming really going to let her use it so generously? What was his motive?

"What relationship? I'd say he's my savior." Snow Empress thought for a moment, then told Ice Empress everything that had happened to her in detail.

She trusted Ice Empress deeply—after all, Ice Empress had nowhere to run in her current state and joining the World Serpent was basically a done deal.

Honestly, if Ice Empress really took the Mysterious Ice Marrow without paying any price, even she'd feel uneasy. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!

As for joining World Serpent, Ice Empress had no objections.

If Snow Empress had joined, why would she refuse? Besides, joining gave her a chance to become a god—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Only a fool would turn it down.

To live, to become a god and gain immortality—she'd been willing to gamble with Huo Yuhao before, so why not join World Serpent now when the odds were even better?

Still, Ice Empress felt Snow Empress's attitude toward Lu Jingming was more than just gratitude.

Otherwise, with Snow Empress's usual pride, how could she be so obedient?

…

Meanwhile, Lu Jingming was looking at a message from his soul communicator, a faint smile on his lips.

Originally, he had planned for Snow Empress to quietly sneak into the Earth Dragon Sect and find the hidden cave to take the Mysterious Ice Marrow.

After all, though the Earth Dragon Sect sat on a treasure, their abilities were limited—they could only use the energy from the cold spring to temper their disciples' bodies, which was a waste.

But the message Ji Yingying had sent changed his mind.

He decided to enter the Earth Dragon Sect openly, not just to take the Mysterious Ice Marrow, but also the Ice Extreme Divine Crystal mine.

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Time moved forward. In Mingdu, capital of the Sun Moon Empire, a brutal massacre was unfolding inside a secluded three-story building.

Several white-robed, white-masked White Wuchang agents from the Wuchang Division flitted among a group of black-robed men, reaping lives like reapers from hell.

With every shriek and spatter of blood, life proved heartbreakingly fragile.

"How did you Wuchang people find this place? The Holy Church won't let you go!" roared a burly black-robed man—a six-ring Soul Emperor.

With his roar, his soul rings flared, black flames engulfed him, and amid the wails of souls, he turned into a giant black skeleton.

The skeleton swung its massive claws, shrieking and howling with vengeful spirits, causing the White Wuchang agents to pause briefly.

"Pointless struggle!" Ji Yingying snorted coldly, her chain flashing with icy blue flames and slicing through the skeleton, burning it to ash with ghostly fire.

"Hell doesn't take wandering ghosts like you. Disappear!" she said coolly, whirling her chain, her face as cold as frost.

She'd dealt with these evil soul masters often in the Sun Moon Empire.

Compared to the mission-focused, efficient killers of Wuchang Division, the evil soul masters of the Holy Church were truly disgusting.

At least she never ate human flesh, drank blood, devoured souls, or tortured innocents—she gave her targets a quick end.

By comparison, the Wuchang agents were the good guys.

"Second Brother! Damn it, if the Third and Fourth Elders were here, you'd never get away with this!" screamed another Soul Emperor as his brother fell.

He was a villain, yes, but this was his brother—his grief turned to fury.

"Die!" he howled, white flames bursting from him as vengeful spirits rushed at Ji Yingying.

The temperature plummeted, and the wails of the ghosts chilled the soul.

"Seize the yang soul, scatter the yin spirit—the hour of midnight has arrived!" Ji Yingying intoned, her blue ghost-fire exploding outward, targeting souls and making her the bane of evil soul masters.

As the blue flames raged, the wraiths screamed and vanished, perhaps finding release at last.

Seeing his ghosts destroyed, the evil Soul Emperor's face twisted.

He produced a white flag radiating evil—a Level 7 soul tool called the Holy Spirit Banner, made by the Holy Church's Third Elder.

It contained countless imprisoned spirits, and once unleashed, could overwhelm even a Soul Douluo.

This was why the Third Elder dared leave so many people behind—so long as the banner was there, no one but a Title Douluo could breach the Holy Church's stronghold.

"You made me do this—Holy Spirit Banner, Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Souls!"

As countless ghost faces poured from the banner, the temperature dropped to freezing, and a thick layer of frost covered the secret chamber.

Seeing this, Ji Yingying's brow furrowed. Dark red chains wrapped her arms, burning with blue flames.

At the same time, nine soul rings appeared on her body.

"You… are you Wuchang Title Douluo? How can this be—you're here?!"

The evil Soul Emperor's face turned white with terror.

The Holy Church had clashed with Wuchang before, and many of their elders had suffered—so they knew about the Wuchang Title Douluo.

Her soul ring configuration—five black, four red—was unforgettable.

Seeing nine rings, he guessed her identity at once.

"Ghostly Fire, Manifest!"

Ji Yingying ignored his panic. She became a mass of blue ghost-fire, which surged upward and swept through the underground cave.