Chapter 1: The Tide of the Abyss, Fierce Wolf Douluo!
Sun-Moon Federation.
Snow City.
"Swish!"
The bleak autumn wind, swirling with endless chill, swept across the wilderness and the city.
Looking out, the once prosperous Snow City was utterly desolate, with ruined walls and the dead in ruins. The land, stained with dark red blood, seemed to have lost its vitality, becoming a bleak gray.
Within a hundred miles of Snow City, everything was ashen and desolate, as if visited by the god of death.
"Count the casualties, do everything possible to rescue the surviving Federation citizens, and mobilize hidden reserves to repair Snow City as quickly as possible! Quickly!"
A general in military uniform, three silver stars on his shoulders, commanded with a heavy face, his eyes filled with an indelible sorrow and reluctance.
Beside him, a dark mecha stood silently, its surface scarred with hideous cracks and faintly curled with an ominous black aura.
As the words fell, purple mechas behind him roared through the air, swiftly charging into Snow City. Inside Snow City, help from the Federation had already arrived.
Outside Snow City, a series of Soul Guidance Emergency Centers had already been built. The solid silver-white metal barriers seemed to bring a touch of warmth amidst the biting cold.
"Where is this? What's wrong with me? Am I awakening my martial spirit? Why is my head hurting so much?"
Under the bright lights of the Soul Guidance Emergency Center, Jiang Xiu slowly woke up from his white hospital bed, his eyes gleaming with a hint of clear confusion as he surveyed his surroundings.
"I remember now, it's the Abyss Tide! But how could something like that appear in Snow City?!"
After a moment, Jiang Xiu seemed to remember something, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, his expression rather incredulous.
He wasn't actually from this world, but from Blue Star. In a previous life, he was amazed to find an exquisitely crafted figurine of the Shadow King in a shopping mall. But the moment he touched it, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness. Then, his eyes closed and opened again, and he was swaddled in this Douluo World.
Jiang Xiu had learned over the past six years that the continent's most powerful being was none other than Sky-lifting Douluo Yun Ming.
He also understood that he lived in the time period of the Dragon King legend: both the best and worst of times.
The good news was that God King Tang had been abducted along with the God Realm. The bad news was the onslaught of the Abyss, the vengeful spirit beasts, the Holy Spirit Cult's collusion with the enemy, and God King Tang's grand plan for world destruction.
For ordinary people, simply trying to survive was already difficult.
"Alas, I don't even know what my martial spirit is. Without absolute strength, I can't even survive, let alone control my own destiny."
Jiang Xiu suppressed his turbulent thoughts and sighed softly. In this period, natural and man-made disasters are rampant. To avoid being at the mercy of others, one must be strong, at the very least, become a spirit master.
Today was supposed to be the day his martial spirit awakened, but just as he entered the awakening formation, about to summon his spirit, a tremendous roar echoed from the sky, followed by countless abyssal creatures descending densely from the sky.
Jiang Xiu would never forget that scene: a dark mass, like a black tidal wave, cascading down upon Snow City, frantically plundering all life.
The spirit master who awakened him panicked, and the awakening ceremony was interrupted. After faintly hearing a loud dragon roar and sensing a touch of extreme darkness, Jiang Xiu lost consciousness and awoke in this hospital ward.
"Don't abyssal tides only appear in abyssal passages? Why are they appearing over Snow City? Moreover, the Demon Emperor shouldn't have become a god yet during this period. With the suppression of the plane, the abyss shouldn't be able to break in."
"And how come I didn't die under such a terrifying abyssal tide?"
Jiang Xiu frowned on his fair and handsome face, his rather strange purple eyes filled with confusion. One thought after another flashed through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.
This abyssal tide was full of strangeness, as if there was an invisible hand behind it pushing it.
"Don't think too much for now. Awakening your martial soul is the most important thing. This should be the emergency center temporarily established by the Federation."
Mumbling to himself, Jiang Xiu lifted himself up with his hands, preparing to get out of bed and survey his surroundings.
He knew full well that in this world where strength reigned supreme, even the most ambitious thoughts were vain when one lacked strength.
"Little boy, stay in bed and don't move. I don't like naughty children."
But just then, a gentle female voice echoed, and a female spirit master in white robes approached. She immediately carried Jiang Xiu, who had just climbed out of bed, back to bed and lovingly covered him with a blanket. She was none other than a healing spirit master sent by the Federation.
"I..."
Jiang Xiu froze, about to say something, but the gentle female spirit master placed a slender finger against his lips and said,
"Little mouth, be quiet."
"You've just woken up, so it's hard to move around. Come, let me check you again to see if you have any other injuries. Why are you blushing? Don't be shy."
"..."
But at that moment, neither of them noticed that, under the light, there was no shadow beside Jiang Xiu.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
A space-shaking roar echoed from the distant sky. A flash of bright red whizzed past, arriving in front of Snow City's gates in a flash.
Seeing this, the three-star admiral from earlier hurriedly trotted over to the red mech and bowed respectfully.
With a whirring sound, the red mech's cockpit opened, revealing a burly, middle-aged man. He had a menacing appearance, dark skin, and slightly protruding, copper-bell-like eyes, giving him a stern, fang-like look.
On his shoulders, he carried five five-pointed golden stars and a large banner adorned with patterns of the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.
"Commander, after the battle, our Western Legion soldiers, in accordance with your orders, immediately entered the city to provide a rescue," the admiral said respectfully, his eyes etched with reverence.
For the man before him was none other than Dong Zi'an, the commander of their Western Legion, the owner of a god-level mech, a Limit Douluo, and the title of Fierce Wolf Douluo!
"Well, Li Jie, you did well this time."
Dong Zi'an exuded a fierce aura, nodded slightly, and then looked at the ruined Snow City, a trace of unspeakable melancholy in his fierce eyes.
The once prosperous Snow City had been transformed into a living hell in just one day, and countless people in the Federation had become the souls of the dead.
"Commander, this time the Abyss Tide..."
Li Jie hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively.
"I have contacted the Blood God Legion. Xue Yi told me that the Abyss Passage is now extremely quiet and there are no riots.
So this time the Abyss Tide was able to descend upon Snow City from thousands of miles away out of thin air, which is extraordinary!"
Dong Zi'an narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. He did not show any expression on his face, but he sighed softly in his heart.
"Has the Douluo level been weakened to this extent in the face of the suppression of the Abyss..."
(End of this chapter)