Douluo: Marrying a Wife to Become a God, Having Children for Blessings

Outer-Realm Fiend Clan. This was a world of perpetual darkness, where the sun and moon cast dim, grayish light that shrouded the entire vast

Outer-Realm Fiend Clan.

This was a world of perpetual darkness, where the sun and moon cast dim, grayish light that shrouded the entire vast expanse in gloom.

Buzz!

Suddenly, an unusual fluctuation rippled through the void. A massive spatial vortex took form, and that disturbance immediately drew the attention of many powerful entities within this realm.

One after another, piercing gazes cut through space, locking onto the end of the spatial vortex, where it seemed to connect to a lower plane…

"Someone actually activated a Demon-Summoning Talisman."

"Judging by the fluctuations, it should be from the Blood Demon Clan. I never expected that minor clan to produce a Demon Emperor. They truly know how to stay hidden."

"But in the end, they're still a minor clan with weak foundations. Otherwise, why would they be forced to use a Demon-Summoning Talisman? By doing so, they've invited others to covet that lower plane. I doubt they'll hold onto it."

"The Demon-Summoning Talisman can only summon a single Demon Emperor. It all depends on who's interested."

"…"

Dark thoughts exchanged in the void, yet for the moment, no Demon Emperor made a move.

After all, the lower plane had already been plundered by the Blood Demon Clan, leaving little value. Moreover, the current situation was unclear, and blindly rushing in would be unwise.

While many Demon Emperors hesitated, one of the Blade Demon Clan—Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor—chose to act.

First, the lower plane still held considerable value.

Second, he wanted to hunt a Heavenly Supreme for sport.

After all, killing a Heavenly Supreme wasn't easy. Those beings resided within the Great Thousand World, and he dared not provoke them there.

Just as those from the Great Thousand World wouldn't dare to invade the Outer-Realm Fiend Clan's territory.

But this lower plane was different. At most, it would have only one Heavenly Supreme.

After all, how strong could the enemies of a cannon-fodder clan like the Blood Demon Clan be?

At best, a late-stage Spirit-Grade Supreme.

Even their Blood Demon Emperor was merely a newly ascended early-stage Nether-Grade Demon Emperor. It was impossible for them to have provoked an Immortal-Grade Heavenly Supreme.

And even if, against all odds, they had, he wasn't afraid.

As Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor made his move, the other demon thoughts withdrew.

After all, it was just a lower plane.

Nothing significant.

And with Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor taking action, that Heavenly Supreme was as good as dead.

...

White Dragon Plane.

"What is that?"

Bai Susu and the others stared at the sinister rift before them, feeling an instinctive revulsion and fear.

In the next moment…

Zhou Yi sensed an indescribably wicked aura surging through space from the other side of the rift.

The instant it appeared, it engulfed the entire world. Countless beings trembled in terror beneath its presence, and even the heavens and earth seemed to wail and quake.

"It's a Profound Demon Emperor!"

Zhou Yi's eyes gleamed. In the Outer-Realm Fiend Clan, a Demon Emperor corresponded to a Heavenly Supreme in the Great Thousand World.

Heavenly Supremes were divided into three grades: Spirit, Immortal, and Saint.

Similarly, Demon Emperors were categorized as Nether, Profound, and Heaven.

A Profound Demon Emperor was equivalent to an Immortal-Grade Heavenly Supreme.

"Perhaps I can cast a bigger net!"

As Zhou Yi watched Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor cross the void, an even grander plan took shape in his mind.

"It's Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor of the Blade Demon Clan!"

The Blood Demon Emperor recognized the newcomer, his eyes flashing with joy. He knew Zhou Yi was a Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme, so Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor stood no chance.

But he didn't expect Blackblade to save him.

What he hoped for was the power behind him.

The Blade Demon Clan was one of the Thirty-Two Great Clans of the Outer-Realm Fiend Clan.

Each of these clans had a Heaven Demon Emperor among their ranks.

He himself was insignificant and had no access to such figures.

But Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor did.

A blade as dark as ink slashed through the void, transforming into a towering black silhouette.

Like a fiend god, he stood outside the plane, his gaze piercing all barriers, locking onto Zhou Yi. A voice devoid of emotion resounded across the world.

"Human brat, die for me!"

Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor didn't spare the Blood Demon Emperor a glance, his entire being radiating a terrifyingly sharp aura like a demonic blade.

"Is it not a joy to welcome guests from afar?"

"Come here!"

The moment Zhou Yi's Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme aura erupted, it crashed down upon Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor. Simultaneously, he reached out across the void.

A colossal hand spanning tens of thousands of meters emerged, sealing the heavens and the void. Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor's expression changed drastically.

"Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme?!"

"Blood Demon Emperor, you dare set me up?!"

Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor's fear and fury surged. Though arrogant, he was not foolish enough to believe he could contend with a Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme.

At this moment, he hated the Blood Demon Emperor to his core.

That wretch had provoked a Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme and dragged him into this mess.

If he escaped, he would make the Blood Demon Emperor pay.

"Patriarch, save me!"

Without hesitation, Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood that transformed into a sigil and vanished into the void.

Grand Devouring Art!

Seeing Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor summon aid, Zhou Yi didn't wait idly. He grasped the demon emperor and unleashed the Grand Devouring Art.

Instantly, immense black holes manifested, their horrifying suction pulling in the Blood Demon Clan.

"No!"

"Save us!"

"Your Majesty, help us!"

The surviving Blood Demon Clan members screamed as they were dragged into the abyss. Even the remaining Blood Demon Kings were powerless.

Their bodies disintegrated upon entering the black holes, reduced to pure energy.

"Saint-Grade or not, I'll wait for you below!"

The Blood Demon Emperor stared at Zhou Yi, knowing his fate was sealed. Whether he died at Zhou Yi's hands or was abandoned by the Blade Demon Clan, his end was certain.

Boom!

His body was sucked into a black hole, persisting for a single breath before exploding into a mist of blood, which was swiftly consumed.

Thus, the Blood Demon Clan was completely annihilated.

But to the Outer-Realm Fiend Clan, they were mere cannon fodder, unworthy of mention.

Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor ignored the Blood Demon Emperor's death, glaring at Zhou Yi.

"When the Patriarch arrives, you will all die!"

"Oh?" Zhou Yi smirked as the colossal black hole vanished, its boundless, refined energy flooding his body.

"Refreshing!"

As Zhou Yi refined the power within his body, he also began to slowly devour the Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor.

As an existence comparable to an Immortal-Grade Heavenly Supreme, the power of the Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor was vast and pure, far surpassing the Blood Demon Clan elites, even the Blood Demon Emperor.

"Stop!"

A frigid voice, sharp as a celestial blade, echoed through the void from beyond the heavens. Zhou Yi lifted his head, only to see a colossal blade light, spanning hundreds of thousands of feet, tearing through the void and forcibly striking the plane.

The terrifying force of the attack caused the entire plane to tremble violently. The sky shattered, and the land overturned…

As the blade light dissipated, a towering shadow, clad in darkness, stepped out of the void and appeared outside the plane.

At the same time, a grand voice descended from the heavens, cold and sharp as a blade, resounding across the world:

"A dignified Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme—why display such might in this insignificant lower plane, preying upon the weak?"

"Do you truly believe my clan is without warriors?!"

The figure was immensely imposing, with arms akin to twin heavenly blades, their terrifying sharpness naturally slicing through space itself.

Standing there, he was like a demonic blade incarnate, radiating boundless power.

He was none other than the Patriarch of the Blade Demon Clan—Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor.

A peak-tier Heaven Demon Emperor, a powerhouse on par with a late-stage Saint-Grade expert.

"Patriarch, save me!"

Upon seeing Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor appear, Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor was overjoyed. So what if Zhou Yi was a Saint-Grade?

The gap between different stages of Saint-Grade power was immeasurably vast.

And as a peak-tier Heaven Demon Emperor, Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor was one of the most formidable existences, whether among the Human Race or the outer realm Fiend Clans.

Zhou Yi was absolutely not his match.

Among humanity, there were only three late-stage Saint-Grade experts—the Undying Lord, Qin Tian, and the Azure Sword Saint. Zhou Yi was clearly none of them.

"Die!"

Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor did not hesitate. A blade radiance, sharp enough to cleave the heavens and earth, erupted skyward. It carried a killing intent so absolute that even a late-stage Saint-Grade expert would not dare underestimate it.

Buzz!

Just as the blade radiance soared, a sword light also tore through the void. A sword radiance, spanning hundreds of thousands of feet, swept forward, clashing with the blade light.

Zzzt! Zzzt!

A piercing sound echoed as space crumbled. A crimson sword light flashed past, appearing behind a demonic shadow. That shadow's body instantly stiffened.

The sword light condensed, revealing Zhou Yi's figure. In his hand, he wielded the Immortal Execution Sword.

Slash!

Behind him, Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor's massive body slowly fractured.

His face twisted in agony, his eyes filled with unwillingness and disbelief as he glared at Zhou Yi, his voice venomous with hatred:

"When my god returns, it shall be the day of your Great Thousand World's annihilation!"

Boom!

As his vengeful shriek faded, his body suddenly exploded, releasing endless demonic energy that surged wildly toward the White Dragon Plane.

If left unchecked, the White Dragon Plane would be doomed.

Rumble.

A massive black hole manifested, unleashing a terrifying suction force that devoured the boundless demonic energy.

"Impossible!"

"The Patriarch was slain in an instant?!"

"No! It's an illusion! This must be some kind of trick!"

Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor was in utter disbelief, unwilling to accept the truth.

Boom.

The next moment, Blackblade Profound Demon Emperor's body detonated, swallowed by the black hole.

"Ahh…"

Zhou Yi let out a satisfied sigh as the Grand Devouring Art surged wildly. His cultivation, already at the peak of early-stage Saint-Grade, finally shattered its bottleneck.

A powerful aura spread forth.

He had broken through.

Mid-stage Saint-Grade.

"Marvelous!"

Zhou Yi rolled his neck and returned to the grand hall.

Devouring a peak-tier Heaven Demon Emperor, on par with a late-stage Saint-Grade expert, required proper digestion.

"Divine Lord!"

Bai Susu hurried forward. Having just witnessed Zhou Yi's overwhelming might, her heart was filled with reverence and admiration.

That kind of power was beyond anything she had ever imagined.

"Glory to the Divine Lord!"

"Glory to the Divine Lord!"

Simultaneously, countless human captives, who had been treated like livestock within the White Dragon Plane, wept with joy, falling to their knees in gratitude and reverence.

The collective will of the masses gathered, and Zhou Yi's consciousness began to sense the presence of the Plane Embryo.

Normally, only beings native to a plane could perceive its origin.

However, with the aid of the people's faith, outsiders could also sense it.

Zhou Yi's consciousness surged into the boundless void.

Before long, Zhou Yi felt something—his awareness expanded, and he found himself within a vast expanse of chaos.

This place was primordial, neither above nor below, where even time itself slowed to an imperceptible crawl.

Gazing at this chaotic expanse, Zhou Yi extended his consciousness, slowly probing for the hidden Plane Embryo.

At first, there was no response. But as the brilliance of the people's faith surrounding him grew stronger, he finally sensed a peculiar ripple within the chaos.

Zhou Yi's consciousness swiftly advanced, and soon, he saw it.

Within the chaotic void, light surged, blooming like an ocean, sending waves rippling across the expanse.

That chaotic radiance contained boundless vitality. The sheer vastness of it left Zhou Yi slightly awed. Such power was incomparably pure and ancient, seemingly birthed alongside the formation of the plane itself…

Zhou Yi stared intently at the ocean of chaotic light, sensing a grand, boundless force emanating from within.

Clearly, this was the spirit of the Plane Embryo.

Whoosh!

As Zhou Yi observed, the chaotic sea suddenly stirred, as if waves were rising. A sound resembling the murmur of water echoed, and in the very center of the chaos, an enormous vortex formed. From within, a colossal sphere of chaotic light, roughly a thousand feet in diameter, slowly emerged.

That sphere of chaotic light pulsed like a heart, its rhythmic beats causing the entire plane to tremble.

With each breath it took, winds gathered, tides rose and fell, and the sun and moon shifted across the heavens…

"The Plane Embryo!"

Zhou Yi's eyes lit up. He had refined the Plane Embryo before in the Martial Universe world and became its master. Now, it was an effortless process.

Before long, Zhou Yi successfully refined the Plane Embryo, becoming the master of the White Dragon Plane.

Vast and boundless chaotic energy surged toward him, stabilizing his newly advanced cultivation and even pushing him further.

Though he had yet to reach the late stage of the Saint Grade, he had taken a significant step forward in the mid-stage.

Feeling satisfied, Zhou Yi gazed at Bai Susu, who knelt before him in submission. He withdrew his overwhelming presence and lifted her delicate chin.

Bai Susu raised her head, her beautiful, watery eyes looking at him timidly.

"Divine Lord…" she murmured.

"I'm in quite a fiery mood right now," Zhou Yi said.

Bai Susu bit her lip lightly, then removed her crown. Her slender hands reached for the purple sash around her waist and gently tugged.

Her elegant garments slipped away, revealing a form as pure as jade. Her body trembled slightly, resembling a lamb stripped of its wool.

She knelt before Zhou Yi, her long hair cascading down her back, the smooth curve of her figure forming an enchanting silhouette.

"Divine Lord…"

"Mm…"

…

The Blood Demon Clan was utterly annihilated, and countless beings across the White Dragon Plane erupted in joyous celebration.

Zhou Yi, too, was quite pleased.

Especially with Bai Susu.

Seeing the marks he had left on her, Zhou Yi reached out to soothe her, applying medicine to heal her wounds. Then, with a mere thought, he relocated the entire White Dragon Plane beneath Skylaw Continent.

As the master of a plane, such a feat was effortless.

Yet, while Zhou Yi was reveling in his success, turmoil erupted among the outer realm Fiends.

"The Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor is dead?!"

"How is that possible? Who could have killed him without a trace?"

"Could it be Qin Tian or the Azure Sword Saint?"

"But even for them, slaying the Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor wouldn't have been so easy!"

Amid the heated discussions, the grand hall at the heart of the outer realm Fiends' power convened an urgent meeting. The patriarchs of various fiend clans gathered, yet the seat belonging to the Blade Demon Clan's Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor remained empty.

At the highest throne among the thirty-some top-tier Demon Emperors, a figure clad in black robes sat in silence.

This figure exuded an overwhelming aura of malice, the very embodiment of demonic supremacy.

Yet, his face bore an expression of deep compassion, a sorrowful benevolence that seemed at odds with his power.

His eyes, in particular—one glance was enough to erase all hostility from those who met them, even stirring an instinctive urge to kneel in reverence.

He was the Sacred Demon Emperor, the leader of the Sacred Demon Clan and ruler of the outer realm Fiends.

He looked over the gathered fiendish powerhouses and spoke slowly.

"You must have all heard by now—Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor has been slain. The one responsible is none other than the rising force of the Great Thousand World… Heavenly Sovereign Zhou Yi!"

"Heavenly Sovereign Zhou Yi?"

"So, it was him!"

"I heard he shattered the Maha Clan's Yin-Yang Maha Gourd with a single strike and slaughtered three of their Saint-Grade Heavenly Supremes along with dozens of Heavenly Supremes. At first, I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but now it seems this man is truly terrifying!"

"From what I've gathered, the Heaven-Slashing Demon Emperor was slain in a lower plane, cut down with a single sword strike!"

"But isn't he only at the early Saint Grade? If he reaches the later stage, won't he become an unshakable force? Perhaps even another Immortal Emperor!"

"I say we should eliminate him before he grows any stronger!"

"Agreed. It would be best to deal with him while we still can!"

"But Zhou Yi is immensely powerful. How do we kill him?"

"I've heard that Zhou Yi has a… particular weakness. Perhaps we can use that against him."

"That could work. We should enlist an assassin from the Spirit Demon Clan, someone with the right… allure."

The Spirit Demon Clan was a hybrid race bred from the fusion of fiends and beings of the Great Thousand World. They possessed both demonic energy and spiritual power, their appearance indistinguishable from humans.

With the right methods, they could seal away their fiendish aura, presenting themselves as purely spiritual beings—Zhou Yi would likely be none the wiser.

Especially if they sent an exceptional beauty. Given Zhou Yi's known proclivities, he would hardly be on guard.

After some deliberation, the Sacred Demon Emperor acknowledged the growing threat of Zhou Yi and ultimately agreed to the plan.

The chosen assassin?

A Spirit Demon beauty of unparalleled charm—Luo Yao.

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