"Beast God, Ditian…"
The Hongchen siblings stood frozen in shock. They had never imagined that Jiang Shengyu could truly summon Ditian!
This was the Beast God—the strongest living being on the continent, a figure of legend!
Jiang Shengyu quickly spoke to Ditian:
"She is the Death God Douluo, Ye Xishui—an Ultimate Douluo-level evil soul master. Senior Ditian, please hold her off for us!"
Ditian's golden eyes locked onto Ye Xishui. From their earlier clash, he could already sense that her power surpassed even Mu En's. She might well be the strongest human alive today.
But even so, he did not waver. No matter how strong a human became, they were still no match for him.
And yet, he could not help but curse:
"You brat! You really know how to provoke people you can't afford to mess with!"
Ye Xishui, meanwhile, looked down at Zhongli Wu and the others. "I'll keep Ditian occupied. The rest of you—capture them!"
"Yes, Mother," Zhongli Wu replied with a nod. Leading Feng Ling and the others, he charged toward Jiang Shengyu and his companions.
Ye Xishui released her martial soul. The Blood Soul Demon Puppet emerged beneath her feet as nine soul rings—six black, three red—rose around her. Her voice was cold:
"Beast God Ditian, let me see for myself how powerful the so-called number one on the continent truly is!"
Seeing her soul ring configuration, Ditian's gaze hardened.
"Very well. As you wish."
The battle between two supreme beings was about to erupt. The sky itself was torn apart, light splitting into chaos, leaving behind a massive void filled with shifting, prismatic colors.
Meanwhile, the Holy Spirit Cult forces surged forward under Zhongli Wu's lead, instantly surrounding Jiang Shengyu's group.
At that moment, Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong grasped each other's hands and simultaneously unleashed their martial souls.
The Flower in the Mirror and the Moon in the Water drifted into being. Cold moonlight cascaded onto the crystalline lotus of the mirror.
The mirror lotus reflected the fragmented light of the moon, dazzling the eye.
As moonlight fell softly, the lotus fused into the crescent moon. From their joined hands burst forth a calm yet irresistible force. Rings of rippling energy spread outward, space itself trembling in waves.
The ripple of moonlight swept away the charging cult members.
Even Zhongli Wu and the other Title Douluo were no exception.
"What is this…?"
Zhongli Wu's brow furrowed tightly, his gaze fixed on Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong.
In unison, the two of them whispered:
"Martial Soul Fusion—Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water."
Blazing white radiance enveloped their bodies. A new world unfurled around them, expanding outward and swallowing everything nearby.
A vast mirror-realm descended. Within it, Ye Xishui and Ditian remained bound to reality, but Zhongli Wu and his forces were pulled inside.
Seeing Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong's technique drag Zhongli Wu and the others into the domain, Ye Xishui's expression flickered with surprise. That momentary distraction allowed Ditian's blow to land squarely, forcing her to cough up blood.
Inside the domain, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen looked around in awe.
They seemed to be standing upon water, ripples spreading beneath their feet—yet it also felt like standing on a mirror, their reflections crystal-clear. Above, countless stars glittered, surrounding a vast crescent moon that hung majestically in the heavens.
Zhongli Wu's eyes darted warily about. He quickly realized Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong were nowhere to be seen.
"Hmph! In that case, seize these two first!" he ordered Feng Ling.
But just then, the mirrored surface of the ground bloomed with flowers. One after another, silver mirror lotuses opened, drawing down the light of the stars. Threads of starlight wove together, outlining the silhouette of a graceful figure.
A silver-haired figure stepped forth from the mirror lotuses, radiance spilling across the sky.
"That is…" Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen stared in shock.
The figure's features bore an uncanny resemblance to Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong—yet also carried a subtle difference.
She possessed Jiang Qingtong's maturity and grace, alongside Jiang Shengyu's firmness and resolve.
It was as if the two of them, fully grown, had merged into one.
As the siblings were still reeling, Zhongli Wu's expression had already grown grave. The aura emanating from this figure was no weaker than his own—a ninety-eighth rank Super Douluo!
Impossible!
He was an evil soul master, stronger than an ordinary rank ninety-eight. Yet the presence before him was equal—perhaps even faintly superior!
This was the martial soul fusion of Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong—Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water!
It forged a realm cut off from reality. Within it, the divine embodiment of Fate born from their fusion reigned supreme.
When unleashed below the seventh ring, the God of Fate wielded the power of a ninety-eighth rank Super Douluo. Beyond the seventh ring, it could break into Ultimate Douluo levels. And once the pair reached Title Douluo… the strength of this fusion would surpass even the Ultimate level!
"Lord, this aura…" Feng Ling's voice quavered. At ninety-seventh rank, even she struggled to withstand the oppressive pressure. The other cult members, with weaker cultivation, were utterly crushed.
Only Zhongli Wu himself stood firm.
"Do not fear!" he barked. "There is only one of him! Martial soul fusion cannot last forever. If we join forces to shatter this domain, victory will be ours!"
But he was wrong.
Ordinary martial soul fusions did have strict limits. Yet Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong's souls were halves of the same whole. Their fusion was not truly a fusion at all—but a return to unity. For Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water, neither the domain nor the God of Fate had a fixed time limit.
The silver-haired God of Fate stepped lightly upon the rippling surface, gliding toward Zhongli Wu and his followers. Silver strands of hair flowed behind, glimmering with starlight. The divine figure's starlit gown of interwoven gold and silver clouds shimmered with dancing mirror-lotus patterns.
Stars fell from the sky, each transforming into a lotus blossom. From some bloomed phoenixes that rained down fire like meteors. From others shone the frigid light of the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, spreading freezing cold.
Eyes opened upon the mirror lotuses, releasing psychic waves and soul-shattering blasts. In mere moments, countless evil soul masters below Title Douluo fell lifeless, their minds obliterated.
The mirror lotuses danced alongside divinity, dreamlike and illusory within this realm of Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water.
The corpses of the fallen were instantly consumed by black-and-white divine flame, leaving not a trace.
The God of Fate's gaze settled on Zhongli Wu and the survivors. The voice was soft, yet inescapable:
"Now… it's your turn."
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