Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"Rumble—"

Streams of majestic golden breath pervaded the entire sky, arrogantly healing the spatial rifts torn open by the Void Sky Monarch.

As eight towering and dignified figures emerged from the golden pillar of light behind Luo Yu, heaven and earth resonated, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.

The Nether God, still looming behind Moxin and resembling the ancient Divine Spirits, actually began to tremble.

All living beings across Soul Land were startled at the same moment, looking up in awe.

The Heavenly Monarchs of You Ming Sacred Heaven gazed in shock at the eight resplendent shadows of light, their eyes trembling, feeling the extraordinary and terrifying aura contained within.

Most of them had directly faced Rank 10 Ancestral Realm powerhouses, but the aura from those before them was far more noble than that of the golden shadows.

It was as if they weren't on the same level at all, making one dare not look directly, feeling almost self-deprecating.

"How... How is this possible."

"What are these golden shadows about, could it be like me, ancestors' Heroic Spirits contained within our bloodline?" Moxin exclaimed in shock, the Nether God Bloodline in You Ming Sacred Heaven was a unique existence, as only his ancestors included true Divine Spirits.

This Divine Spirit was not some lowly plane calling itself Deities, but a supreme existence that belonged to legends in all the heavens.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"How noble can the bloodline of a native be, there's no way it could summon a Heroic Spirit on the level of the Nether God."

Moxin shook his head again and again, convinced it must be some unseen technique and could not possibly be a summoning of ancestral spirits.

Watching in disbelief as the Ten Heavenly Lords from "the great land" were shocked, gazing at the imperial aura circulating across the sky, Qian Daoliu and others couldn't help but feel the urge to prostrate in worship, overwhelmed and hardly daring to look directly, feeling a sting in their eyes.

"Alliance Hierarch... what... what kind of method is this?"

Bi Bidong's cherry lips parted.

Having been in a lofty position for many years, she was well aware that those at high positions accumulated a particular momentum or, more accurately, an aura.

Although not a tangible thing, it could create a sense of oppression.

Even if she did nothing, just standing there, many people would not dare to breathe heavily, let alone make eye contact with her.

But now, as she looked at Luo Yu, she felt that sense of oppression as well.

After the appearance of the eight golden figures, Luo Yu's nobility and majesty reached an apex, his eyes emanating a spine-chilling aura as they opened and closed.

His towering stature radiated imperial sanctity, ineffable majesty.

Like a natural-born sovereign, overlooking all under the heavens.

Bi Bidong couldn't help but gaze in rapture, and in her peripheral vision, Gu Yuena and the Life God King had already been entranced by Luo Yu's charisma.

Everyone was utterly plunged into incredulous shock, all guessing what method Luo Yu could have used.

On the surface, Luo Yu appeared as stable as an old dog, but in reality, when his spiritual sense perceived the characteristics of the eight golden shadows behind him, he too was shocked.

He found it incredibly unbelievable.

The eight figures each exuded a dense Imperial Way aura, as if to suppress the heavens themselves.

One of the figures was surrounded by profound flames, like the first wisp of primal fire between heaven and earth, surrounded by countless plants.

Another had the Bagua floating behind, with thousands of Formations swirling within, coinciding with the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and was profoundly enigmatic.

Yet another figure carried a Holy Sword on its back, one side of the blade inscribed with sun, moon, and stars, the other with mountains and rivers, the hilt etched on one side with the ways of agriculture and animal husbandry, and on the other the strategy for uniting the four seas, as if harboring boundless strength, capable of sweeping away all evil spirits of the world.

Emperor Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs, Emperor Fuxi holding the Bagua of heaven and earth, Yellow Emperor holding the Holy Weapon, Xuanyuan Shang Yu Sword.

Behind them, the five figures radiated the majestic essence of the Imperial Way, each containing the ultimate essence of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Metal Emperor—Zhuanxu.

Wood Emperor—Emperor Ku.

Water Emperor—Yao.

Fire Emperor—Shun.

Earth Emperor—Da Yu.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, it was actually the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors!

Luo Yu's heart surged with excitement, and in his shock, a flood of elation rose.

Who amongst the people of Huaxia, upon summoning their ancient ancestors, would not be thrilled and delighted?

Meanwhile, his innermost being plunged into a kind of deep shock.

If one could summon the heroic spirits of the ancestors, it meant the legends of Huaxia were all true.

Where had the chieftain divine spirits of Huaxia gone?

Why had they vanished without a trace in later generations.

He had never imagined that by replicating the operational path of the Nether God Thrice Prostration Technique with the Creation God Pupil, he could actually summon the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

An unexpected delight, a great surprise.

Luo Yu truly hadn't expected this, after all, his current body belonged to Soul Land.

But the essence of his soul indeed belonged to Huaxia.

Wait a minute!

Luo Yu's heart felt peculiar, for this body of his didn't actually belong to Soul Land, either.

After all, it was forged by the Twenty-Fourth Grade Golden Lotus, a top-tier treasure of Huaxia.

He wondered whether this body still concealed its true potential that had not been stimulated.

Uh——

By imitating the Thrice Prostration of Nether God, he seemed to have opened a door to a new world.

It turned out that his body and the soul of Huaxia still hid many secrets, far from reaching their limits.

"You... what trick is this?!!"

"What's with the golden shadow behind you?"

"This is definitely not the Nether God Thrice Prostration."

Moxin was the one who couldn't accept this the most.

Because he could vaguely sense that the method Luo Yu used to summon the golden shadow was very similar to the Nether God Thrice Prostration.

That was an exclusive technique of their Ming Shen Clan.

Other races, even if they learned the operational route of the Nether God Thrice Prostration, without the Nether God Bloodline, they would only be learning in vain.

And yet...

The opponent now had ridiculously summoned a total of eight figures?

Ridiculous, outrageously so.

For Moxin, whether to fight or not was no longer important, if he couldn't figure this out, he wouldn't rest even in death.

Luo Yu was surrounded by the aura of the Imperial Way, his holy might circulating.

He looked down upon the Void Sky Monarch, Moxin, and the others from the sky.

A disdainful, faint smile spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Moxin, didn't you say that nobody could use your Nether God Thrice Prostration?"

"This isn't Nether God Thrice Prostration at all! The Nether God is still behind me." Moxin clenched his teeth tightly, his voice squeaking through them.

"Oh."

Luo Yu nodded.

"In your trashy bloodline, it is indeed called the Nether God Thrice Prostration, after all, before fighting someone, you kneel down first."

"With me, it's more accurately called 'Emperor Summoning Scripture'."

"Trashy bloodline? You're calling my Nether God Bloodline trash??" Moxin's sharp voice tore through the sky, "What right does a native like you have to say such words?"

"My ancestors' Nether God is a true divine spirit, who with a single breath could obliterate countless Ancestral Realm powerhouses. Do you dare say my bloodline is trash?"

"On what basis do you say these things?"

Luo Yu nodded, not denying the other's words.

He lifted his finger and pointed at the figure of the Nether God behind Moxin, his eyes devoid of any respect, only indifference.

"He, is your so-called reliance, right?"

"So-called reliance?" Moxin laughed. He stood up straight, his tone arrogant. "A native like you can never understand the significance of having an ancestor who was a divine spirit, such immense glory."