At the border between the mixed zone and the core zone of the Star Dou Great Forest, a gigantic Begonia flower stood proudly.
It was so huge that it was almost suffocating to look at.
Unlike the delicate beauty of an ordinary Begonia, this one was a gloomy, deep purple-black color.
Dark golden demonic patterns, which made one’s heart race, flowed across every petal.
Its thick vines were rooted deep into the earth like coiled dragons, greedily absorbing the remaining life force from the surrounding area.
At the very center of the massive flower crown, where the stamens intertwined, a faint, human-shaped figure floated silently.
He was a young man with an extremely handsome face and sharp features.
His long, deep purple hair flew wildly in the wind, and there was a wild arrogance between his brows that looked down upon the rest of the world.
However, at this moment, the energy projection which should have been perfect was covered in dense cracks.
Dark golden blood continuously seeped from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the petals below with a corrosive hiss sound.
His name was Ling Ye.
He was the true spirit of this 100,000-year “Destruction Begonia Emperor,” and also a soul from another world—a transmigrator who did not belong here.
“Cough, cough…”
Ling Ye suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of dark golden blood essence.
Waves of weakness crashed against his consciousness like a rising tide.
But within his purple-black eyes burned a raging fire of fury and unwillingness.
“The Three Upper Sects… The Clear Sky Sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! Good! Very good!”
Ling Ye cursed through gritted teeth.
His voice, filled with authoritative spiritual energy, echoed across the empty ruins, causing the remaining trees to tremble.
“You bastards! Just for my 100,000-year Spirit Ring and Spirit Bone, you sent nearly ten Titled Douluo and dozens of Spirit Douluo and Spirit Saints! Did you really think my ‘Destruction’ title was made of mud?!”
Thinking back to the earth-shattering, brutal massacre a few years ago, violent killing intent still surged in Ling Ye’s heart.
The phantom shadow of the Clear Sky Hammer filled the sky like a collapsing mountain, sharp sword energy tore through the void, and the deafening roar of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon followed close behind…
The elites of the Three Upper Sects had all come out to surround and kill him—a 100,000-year Spirit Beast whose whereabouts had been exposed.
They thought they had him for sure.
But they had no idea how terrifying the foundation of the Destruction Begonia Emperor really was.
Risking the destruction of his origin source, Ling Ye detonated one-third of his Destruction Domain, forcibly tearing a bloody path through the siege of nearly ten Titled Douluo.
That terrifying storm of destruction not only instantly flattened two unsuspecting Douluo, turning them into pools of blood, but also severely injured the other Titled Douluo.
The casualties among the Spirit Douluo and Spirit Saints were even higher.
In the end, they were forced to flee in panic like stray dogs.
He had won.
He had repelled the top Spirit Master forces on the continent.
But he knew he had also lost—lost to the heavens themselves.
Ling Ye raised his head slightly to look at the sky.
Ominous clouds seemed to be gathering, ready to unleash terrifying heavenly thunder at any moment.
The 100,000-year Catastrophe!
This was the death sentence for the Spirit Beast race.
“I really am unwilling…” Ling Ye smiled bitterly, his face full of regret.
To think that he, Ling Ye, was just an ordinary person in his previous life and had accidentally crossed over into Soul Land.
Starting from a terrible beginning, he had actually become a common Begonia flower—not even as good as a ten-year Spirit Beast.
He couldn’t move, had no ability to attack, and could be devoured by a passing herbivorous Spirit Beast at any moment.
But he did not give up.
Relying on his memories from his previous life, he carefully struggled to survive.
Perhaps it was the privilege of a transmigrator, but Ling Ye discovered that his Begonia flower had undergone an extremely rare mutation.
He could devour the energy of death, decay, and destruction.
In the Star Dou Great Forest, countless slaughters happened every day.
Ling Ye rooted himself in the pools of blood and bones, frantically devouring the residual resentment and destructive power left on the battlefields.
In just three hundred years!
For those Spirit Beasts that often slept for decades at a time, three hundred years was just the blink of an eye.
But for Ling Ye, those three hundred years were a history of blood and tears.
Day and night without rest, he pushed himself to the edge of life and death, madly devouring everything.
Relying on his extreme destruction attribute, he forcibly pushed his cultivation to the terrifying level of 100,000 years within three centuries, evolving into the unique “Destruction Begonia Emperor.”
Ling Ye had been one hundred percent confident that he could face the coming 100,000-year tribulation.
His destruction attribute came from the strongest power of heaven and earth.
A mere lightning tribulation should have been nothing but nourishment to temper his body.
But now…
Ling Ye looked down at his nearly shattered spirit core and the huge scars on his real body below—marks left by the severe damage from the Clear Sky Hammer and top-tier sword energy.
To repel the Three Upper Sects, he had overexerted his domain.
Now, he was like a sieve full of holes, completely unable to gather enough destructive power to resist the heavenly tribulation.
“Six months at most. When the tribulation fully descends, I will definitely die.” Ling Ye’s gaze gradually turned cold and resolute.
He would not let himself die silently in the lightning tribulation, nor would he let the scum of the Three Upper Sects live out their days in peace in this world.
Suddenly, Ling Ye sensed someone entering the edge of his “Begonia Domain.”
“Damn it, could the Three Upper Sects have returned?” A flash of killing intent passed through Ling Ye’s eyes.
He immediately mobilized his Spiritual Power, spreading it like invisible tentacles toward the source of the disturbance.
However, when his Spiritual Power clearly saw the newcomers, he couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.
It was not the Three Upper Sects.
It was a small Spirit Master team of only four people.
Leading and trailing the group were two burly middle-aged men.
Judging by the Spirit Power fluctuations emanating from them, they were Spirit Kings around Rank 50.
Protected between the two Spirit Kings were two females.
They were a mature, beautiful woman and a young girl.
The beautiful woman looked around thirty years old and was dressed in luxurious, palace-style robes.
She was gorgeous and elegant, with a gentle temperament that hinted at nobility, though there was a faint trace of sadness hidden between her brows and eyes.
The light of seven Spirit Rings rippled around her—two yellow, two purple, three black.
A Seven-Ring Spirit Saint.
Clinging tightly to the sleeve of the beautiful woman was a girl who appeared to be only fifteen years old.
The girl wore a simple white combat suit, and her smooth, short silver hair rested on her shoulders.
Her face was covered by a black veil.
Although one couldn’t see her full appearance, her eyes were visible.
Those eyes, clear like autumn water, exuded a cold and arrogant aura that made people want to keep their distance.
The Spiritual Power fluctuation from the girl was very weak.
It seemed she had just broken through to the thirtieth rank.
“Are these people here to find a third Spirit Ring for that thirtieth-rank little girl?” Ling Ye wondered to himself.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew past, carrying the remnant destructive miasma from the ground toward the group of four.
“Not good! Lingling, get back!” the beautiful woman cried out in alarm as her seventh black Spirit Ring suddenly lit up.