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Original title: "斗罗:武魂殿时代的云冥" — 一只空罐头
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Sun Moon Federation Era
Douluo Continent, Shrek City, Shrek Academy.
As the largest city and the premier academy on the continent, this place was once a destination yearned for by countless people.
But now, everything has vanished into smoke.
The most powerful weapon ever created by humanity, the God-Slaying Soul Guidance Cannon Shell, was stolen by the Holy Spirit Church in collusion with the Ancient Qian Family of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda and deployed against Shrek Academy.
In order to leave a final glimmer of hope for the academy.
The current strongest individual on the Douluo Continent, the contemporary Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion at Shrek Academy, Yun Ming, burned his self-created godhood, his entire cultivation and Life as a level 99 quasi-god, pushing himself to the absolute limit of godhood. In the end, he not only blocked the God-Slaying Soul Guidance Cannon Shell but also annihilated a large number of the invading Holy Spirit Church powerhouses, leaving the Holy Spirit Church severely crippled.
Ultimately, this earth-shattering event ended with the fall of eight Titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Church; the death of the peerless genius who had created his own godhood, Yun Ming; and the total annihilation of the once-mighty Shrek Academy, which had stood for over twenty thousand years.
However, unbeknownst to everyone, the soul of Yun Ming was swept away by a space-time rift created by the collision between the God-Slaying shell and the Power of the Gods, carried off to an unknown land.
Martial Soul Hall Era
Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire, outside the capital, Heaven Dou City.
A small village nestled among the mountains, this was an outpost of the Clear Sky Sect. Usually, at this time of day, the village would be filled with curling smoke from cooking fires and the sounds of children playing. But now, the cooking smoke was gone, replaced by the smoke of war rising everywhere.
An elderly man dressed in black robes, thin and tall, his clothes stained with blood, appeared in the village with an anxious expression, carrying a woman who was heavily pregnant.
The woman being carried was only sixteen years old, beautiful in appearance, and shared a three-part resemblance to the old man, but her face was currently twisted in agony. If one looked closely, one could see bloodstains at the corner of her mouth that had not been fully wiped away.
The old man was named Yang Wudi, the Clan Leader of the Breaking Clan, one of the Four Single-Attribute Clans affiliated with the Clear Sky Sect. He was a renowned powerhouse on the continent and a master of medicine. The beautiful woman was none other than Yang Wudi's only daughter, Yang Ying.
Why was Yang Wudi, covered in blood, carrying his own pregnant daughter and appearing in such a dilapidated little village in such a sorry state? The matter must be traced back to a shocking event that had occurred in the soul master world of the continent some time ago.
Not long ago, the successor to the sect leader of the Number One Sect Under Heaven, the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao, had for unknown reasons killed the contemporary Pope of the Martial Soul Hall, the continent's premier soul master organization, Qian Xunji. This caused the Martial Soul Hall to fly into a rage, demanding that the Clear Sky Sect hand over Tang Hao, or else they would mobilize their armies to attack the Clear Sky Sect.
The Clear Sky Sect possessed considerable strength, and its members were arrogant and overbearing, so they naturally would not easily hand over their own. The two sides clashed in a chaotic battle, but compared to the Martial Soul Hall, the Clear Sky Sect's strength was far inferior. After one battle, the Clear Sky Sect suffered heavy losses. To ensure the survival of the sect, the Clear Sky Sect announced to the outside world that they were expelling the sect leader's successor, Tang Hao, and furthermore, the Clear Sky Sect sealed its gates, retreated from the soul master world, and its members no longer walked the continent.
Originally, the matter should have ended there, but who would have thought that after the Clear Sky Sect members safely retreated to their sect atop the high mountains, they actually cut off the mountain paths for their affiliated clans, directly abandoning the Four Single-Attribute Clans that had served the main sect for many years. This left the four clans, who had just forged a deep blood feud with the Martial Soul Hall while fighting for the Clear Sky Sect, directly exposed to the blades of the Martial Soul Hall, becoming abandoned pawns used by the Clear Sky Sect to appease the anger of the Martial Soul Hall.
The subsequent events were clear: the Clear Sky Sect shifted the Martial Soul Hall's hatred onto the four subordinate clans, causing the four clans, already weakened by the previous war, to be hunted down by the Martial Soul Hall. After a fierce struggle, the four clans broke into smaller groups and fled for their lives.
Among them, the Breaking Clan suffered losses of nearly half its members, and Yang Wudi's entire family was decimated. His only son had died miserably in this battle, his younger brother Yang Wushuang had been captured by the Martial Soul Hall, and even Yang Wudi's son-in-law, Yang Ying's husband Yun Huang, had died on the battlefield while blocking an attack from a Martial Soul Hall powerhouse aimed at Yang Ying. If it hadn't been for Yang Wudi and Yang Ying doing the opposite and hiding in the shadows, the outcome for both of them would have been unknown. However, although most of the power of the attack from the Martial Soul Hall powerhouse had been blocked, the residual energy still injured the physically weak Yang Ying and triggered a premature labor!!!
"A Ying, hold on, you must hold on!"
The old man found a relatively clean courtyard and broke through the door. Soon after, the sound of a woman's painful moaning echoed through the small courtyard, a sound that was heart-wrenching and desperate.
"Ah~"
That pain was bone-deep and blood-curdling, causing the old man, who was helping with the delivery, to feel extreme heartache.
I do not know how much time passed, but following a heart-rending cry from the woman, the sound of an infant's wailing rang out.
"Brother Yun!!!"
"Wah! Wah!!"
The old man looked at his grandson in his arms, a trace of joy rising in his heart; even the sorrow of the day's events was washed away somewhat! But before Yang Wudi could finish rejoicing, he felt his daughter's life force rapidly declining. Seeing this, Yang Wudi's expression changed drastically. He set down his grandson and hurriedly used his own Soul Power to help his daughter maintain her vitality.
While channeling his Soul Power, he also took out various rare and precious Pills that were hard to come by in the outside world. Many things that he would have felt pained to use even a tiny bit of in the past were now being used as much as possible to save his daughter's life. Yang Wudi, this master of medicine, could no longer care about anything else. While administering the medicine, he spoke anxiously, trying to call his daughter back.
"A Ying, don't sleep! Father will heal you, A Ying!"
"A Ying! Look, look at Father! Father begs you, don't sleep!"
Seeing that her life force was still slowly weakening and that his daughter might leave him forever at any moment, Yang Wudi suddenly thought of his newborn grandson. Like a drowning man grabbing at a final straw, he hurriedly shouted.
"A Ying! You have only just become a mother; the child still needs you to accompany him as he grows up, you absolutely cannot sleep! Even if it's just for the child, you must not sleep!"
Perhaps Yang Wudi's medicine finally took effect, or perhaps a mother's great maternal instinct was awakened by the child and she was forcing herself to hold on, but Yang Ying finally regained some consciousness from her dazed state. One could hear her speaking slowly in a fragmented, barely audible voice.
"Father, where is the... child!"
The voice was very small; even for a peak Soul Saint like Yang Wudi, whose five senses far exceeded those of ordinary people, it sounded like a whisper. However, this whisper was like heavenly music to Yang Wudi's heart, making him overjoyed. He hurriedly brought his grandson to his daughter's side while his hands continued to work, desperately trying to heal her.
But Yang Ying's vitality had been damaged too severely; the situation was beyond repair. The current treatment could only delay death!
Yang Wudi was clear about Yang Ying's current condition, but he was unwilling to accept it. He had already lost three family members today; he did not want to lose his precious daughter as well. Yang Wudi's voice was slightly choked with sobs as he said.
"The child is a boy, he looks just like you, carved from pink jade. You must be well; you still have to accompany him as he grows up!"
Listening to her father's voice, Yang Ying turned her head to look at the son beside her. A faint, happy smile appeared on her pale, pretty face, and she said gently in a voice as thin as a mosquito's.
"A son? That's good too!"
Perhaps sensing that her time was running out, Yang Ying whispered to her son.
"Son, Mommy might not be able to accompany you as you grow up."
"You must not be a picky eater... you must eat plenty and grow up quickly."
"Also, remember to make friends. You don't need many friends; having a few truly trustworthy companions is enough."
"And although Mommy is not very good at it... you must study medicine and cultivation well. But everyone has things they are good at and things they are not; even if you encounter difficulties, don't be too discouraged. You must respect your teachers and seniors at the academy."
"Also, don't just focus on studying and cultivation; you must rest well."
"Although you will be interested in women in the future, remember to never let yourself be entangled by strange women. Go and find a good woman like Mommy."
"You will encounter many painful and heartbreaking things in the future; you must firmly remain true to yourself."
As her emotions surged, Yang Ying could no longer hold back her tears, her voice choked with sobs.
"And also"
"And also"
"And also"
"And also"
"And also."
"There are really so many more things I want to tell you."
"I also want to... stay by your side forever."
"I love you."
"And finally, to your father—even though he didn't get to see you being born, he loves you just as much as I do!"
Standing to the side, Yang Wudi heard his daughter's final message to her son, and sorrowful tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, for he could feel it—he could feel that his daughter was reaching her limit.
After finishing her long message to her son, Yang Ying, clearly drained of all strength, gathered her final reserves of energy to speak to her father.
"I'm sorry, Father. In the end, I still have to make you grieve for your spoiled daughter. Please... I entrust the child to your care."
"Lastly... give him a proper name, one that will make him a real man."
Having spoken these final words, Yang Ying left this world, filled with regret and reluctance.
"A Ying!!!" Yang Wudi let out a cry of profound grief, his old face covered in tears.
"Waa~~ waa~~"
At this moment, the child beside Yang Ying seemed to sense his mother's passing and suddenly began to cry sorrowfully. Those cries fell like pearls from a broken string, enough to break the heart of anyone who heard them.
Perhaps drawn by the sounds of the grandfather and grandson, two Soul Kings, each with five soul rings shining on their bodies, burst into the Small Courtyard and surrounded Yang Wudi.
Once Yang Wudi sensed the intruders, the sorrow of his daughter's passing instantly transformed into monstrous killing intent. Wiping away his tears, he picked up his grandson, a Dark Black spear appearing in his hand. As seven soul rings emerged one by one around him, he let out a furious roar and charged straight at them.
"Die!!!"
The two Soul Kings from the Martial Soul Hall were terrified to see that it was Yang Wudi standing before them, but knowing they would surely die if they didn't fight, they could only engage in a desperate struggle with the resolve to perish together.
Before long, the dust settled. The gate of the Small Courtyard opened, and Yang Wudi walked out, his body radiating a murderous aura, his eyes as red as a demon from hell. He held the child in his arms. Looking into the courtyard from the gate, the two Martial Soul Kings lay in a pool of blood, completely devoid of life.
Having vented his rage, Yang Wudi finally remembered the grandson in his arms. The killing intent on his body dissipated as he began to check on the child. Fortunately, the boy was uninjured; he had simply fallen asleep, likely exhausted from crying for so long.
Yang Wudi looked up at the sky, which was as dark as spilled ink and as gloomy as the underworld, then looked down at his grandson. His voice was hoarse as he spoke.
"Reach up to the clouds of heaven, look down into the depths of the netherworld!"
"From this day forward, your name shall be."
"Yun Ming!!!"
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