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Chapter 229: Blasting Open the Black Hole

Time rewinds to the moment when the Sword of Three Realms' Judgment slashed into the pseudo-black hole. Instantly, the six divine realms trapped inside sensed an external force break through the endless darkness and silence of the black hole, if only briefly.

"Huh? Such powerful energy—it can actually break the gravitational restraints of the black hole, even if just for a moment!"

Within the Skystar Divine Realm, a white-robed, white-haired youth keenly detected the invading energy. This was Emperor Tian Hen, who desperately needed external variables to increase the six divine realms' chances of escape.

He immediately locked onto the source of this energy.

At that moment, not only Tian Hen, but also the Light King Changgong Wei of the Son of Light Realm, the Mad God Lei Xiang of the Mad God Realm, the gentle Death God A Dai, the Immortal Emperor Hai Long from the Only I Am Immortal Realm, and the Zither Emperor Ye Yinzhu from the Zither Emperor Realm—all six divine kings sensed the immense power within the Sword of Three Realms' Judgment.

Their spiritual senses instantly left their respective realms and appeared together within the black hole, gazing at the fleeting five-colored sword light, each showing regret.

"I thought we were getting a new visitor in the Divine Realm Graveyard. Guess it was a false alarm," said Immortal Emperor Hai Long, clad in golden armor and wielding a golden staff, disappointment in his tone.

"This power… It seems like a combined strike from five divine kings. To actually pierce the black hole—if we could get their help, our chances of escape would skyrocket," sighed the handsome and radiant Light King Changgong Wei.

"No need to be too discouraged, Big Brother Chang Gong. Even without outside help, we'll find a way out," Tian Hen quickly comforted him.

Though each was a master of their own realm, years of hardship and cooperation in the black hole had built deep trust and unity among the six kings. Changgong Wei, righteous and without ambition, had become their de facto core leader—even the proud Hai Long respected him.

"Over a hundred divine realms were pulled into the black hole by the time-space turbulence, yet only the six of us remain. I believe we will make it out," Zither Emperor Ye Yinzhu spoke up to boost morale. He knew if even the kings despaired, what hope would the gods of their realms have? Were they really doomed to eternal oblivion within the black hole?

"No need for reminders—we all have reasons to escape. No matter how hard it gets, I'll never give up until the very end," said the stern Mad God Lei Xiang, determined not to let his realm perish as so many others had.

"Alright, let's all return to our realms. Maintaining spiritual senses here is draining, and our energy is limited. We can't afford waste," said Changgong Wei with a resigned shake of the head. Even as divine kings, their power could not last long in the black hole, especially now that faith and willpower from followers were cut off—each bit of energy spent was gone forever, which could jeopardize their escape plan.

Just then, Emperor Tian Hen, master of space, sensed something and turned sharply toward the endless darkness of the black hole.

"What's wrong, Emperor?" Ye Yinzhu asked, noticing Tian Hen's unease.

"Someone's there…?" Tian Hen hesitated, unsure if his senses were accurate.

"Someone? That can't be. Besides us six, no one could survive here, and no new realms have been drawn in lately," Hai Long replied, puzzled. But he trusted Tian Hen's space mastery—the stabilization array he'd created was the very reason they'd survived so long.

At that moment, a clear female voice rang out. "Interesting! You guys have quite the array to last this long in a black hole."

A flickering, phantom-like projection appeared before them—a beautiful young woman in a purple-and-black witch outfit, topped with a pointed hat. It was Herta.

She studied the six kings with interest.

"Well, there really is someone! Who are you?" Hai Long grinned warily, sensing her projection was far more advanced than their own spiritual avatars.

"Hello, welcome to the Divine Realm Graveyard, stranger. I'm Ye Yinzhu, the Zither Emperor. I assume you're not like us?"

"That's right. I sensed unusual energy and came to check it out. I didn't expect to find divine realms still holding out in here. I'm impressed," Herta replied without hesitation.

After all, surviving in a black hole meant each realm had its own unique strength.

"You flatter us. We're just struggling to survive," Changgong Wei shook his head, looking weary. Many of his old friends had perished protecting their realm.

"You entered from outside? Such skill is almost miraculous. May I ask your name?" asked Tian Hen, the technical king, understanding how incredible it was for Herta to project herself inside a black hole.

"Just call me Herta. It's nothing special; you're not simple yourselves," she replied casually, though she could tell the six realms were working together, gathering strength, just waiting for the right chance to escape.

The six kings exchanged glances. Finally, Changgong Wei spoke up: "Ms. Herta, you've seen our predicament. If it's not too much, we'd like to ask for your help."

"Help? I don't mind being the good guy, but you trust me that easily? We've never met," Herta said, hands on her hips, eyes glinting with curiosity.

The six kings were already communicating secretly via spiritual transmission—a fact Herta noticed but didn't mind.

"We have no other choice. Our odds are less than 30% on our own. Waiting for another miracle isn't realistic. Time passes differently here—it could be an instant, a thousand years, or even a hundred thousand. We can't wait any longer," said Changgong Wei earnestly.

He quickly explained their plan and the details of the stabilization array to Herta—there was no other way. Out of over a hundred divine realms, only the six remained, and Herta was their only hope.

Each of them longed to return to the outside world. The black hole had stolen too much from them; there were people and things in the world outside they could not let go of.

Herta's arrival was like a ray of hope. Even if she had ill intentions, they had no choice. Their own plan only had a 30% success rate, but with Herta's help, their chances would soar.

"This is an interesting idea—smashing the six realms together to simulate a Big Bang, blast open the black hole, and use the resulting chaos energy to break free."

Herta clapped in admiration. The universe was vast and mysterious, and she'd always been limited by her environment on Douluo Star. Here, the world was created by the Creator God, not by a World Tree.

She'd never expected that blasting open a black hole could produce chaos energy—a rare, primordial force said to have existed only at the universe's birth, so precious that even a trace could elevate a god.

According to Tian Hen, if a first-level god obtained chaos energy, they could rapidly ascend to a divine king. Any planet or realm bathed in it would evolve.

It was only after being trapped in the black hole that Tian Hen, through long study, conceived of simulating a Big Bang to create chaos energy and use it to escape.

"It's only theoretically possible. My calculations show a very low success rate. The realms would collide, but survival would depend on luck, and whether the resulting power could break us free is just as uncertain," Tian Hen said helplessly. For researchers like them, relying on luck was a last resort.

"It's bold thinking. Science needs courage to experiment—you're a rare genius," Herta praised. Only in such desperate circumstances would one dare to try such a crazy plan.

Chapter 230: Tang Wutong

"How about this—I'll give it some thought, and see how I can help you escape," Herta said, propping her chin and falling into thought.

She actually had several ways to help the six divine realms escape: using her own cosmic travel, simulating otherworldly energy, or even capturing a small star and detonating it to blow open the black hole—all could create a passage for the six realms.

As long as there was a passage, they had a good chance to get out on their own. Still, Herta didn't act on her own, not wanting to disrupt Lu Jingming's plans—after all, he was the mastermind behind the current situation. No one knew what would happen if the six realms burst out into this star system.

"Very well, we'll await your response!" Though there was no definitive answer, for the six kings, hope was enough.

Having been trapped for countless years, a little longer wouldn't hurt. Changgong Wei placed his hand over his heart and bowed deeply toward Herta's projection.

"See you next time," Herta nodded, and her projection vanished.

"Sigh, I never thought I, the great Hai Long, would have to pin my hopes on a stranger," Hai Long said with a helpless flick of his hair.

"I can feel Ms. Herta means us no harm," Ye Yinzhu smiled. Though there was no promise, hope had eased his burden.

"Yes, she must be a remarkable intellect. Helping us escape would be an experiment for her—she's unlikely to refuse," Tian Hen agreed.

"Alright, let's all prepare ourselves—help may come, but we must be ready," said Changgong Wei gravely, and the others nodded. They were fighters, but when it came to leadership and technology, they deferred to Changgong Wei and Tian Hen.

All they could do now was prepare and wait for the moment to break free.

…

"So it's them! I never thought the pseudo black hole made by the Golden Dragon King would connect to a real black hole space," Lu Jingming realized, receiving Herta's report.

The six divine realms had indeed been swallowed by the black hole long before Douluo's realm, and countless others had suffered the same fate. Lu Jingming had considered releasing the trapped realms to change the world and gain power, but Herta beat him to the punch.

If the six realms escaped, chaos would follow, giving Douluo's God Realm no time to deal with Douluo Star. The six realms, though each weaker than Douluo Realm's, could threaten it together.

If Herta helped them, and they asked for something in return, the six realms would hardly refuse.

When Lu Jingming first arrived in this world, he was wary of Tang San and the God Realm, always acting with caution. But as his strength grew, his apprehension faded. Now, with Herta and Mobius watching the God Realm, and the six realms as a wild card, he could focus on the upcoming Holy Grail War—crucial to his own godhood and Douluo's evolution.

With Tang San occupied and the God Realm in chaos, Lu Jingming could finally act freely on Douluo Star.

…

In the Heavenly Soul Empire, a majestic mountain range sprawled. At its peak, hidden in the clouds, stood an ancient fortress with the sign "Clear Sky Sect"—these characters were carved by Sea God Tang San himself ten thousand years ago.

Inside one of its rooms, Wang Dong'er slowly opened her eyes, a spark of intelligence flashing within—a dreamlike awakening.

Holding her forehead, countless images rushed through her mind, both strange and familiar. They felt like watching a movie where she herself was the protagonist.

"Lu Jingming!" recalled from her father's mention, she soon found his image in her memory: white hair, red eyes, more handsome than any boy she had seen—even more than her father—and an outstanding talent.

"Huo Yuhao!" she murmured, frowning. Why had she disguised herself as a boy? What was the point? She vaguely sensed another self far away, but could not connect.

Unable to make sense of it, she shook her head, got dressed, and decided to explore Douluo. Though she had many memories of the continent, she didn't feel much attachment—she'd only come for fun, but now she had a new task: to keep an eye on Lu Jingming for her father.

She couldn't understand why her divine king father cared about a mere mortal. In her eyes, all mortals were insignificant—the weakest divine official in the God Realm could easily crush any so-called Ultimate Douluo.

Pushing open the door, she found two men waiting outside: one with long green hair, broad shoulders, and gentle yet profound eyes; the other, tall and muscular, with close-cropped hair like steel needles and a chiseled face.

They were Niu Tian, the Clear Sky Sect master, and Tai Tan, the vice master—her mother's brothers, who had cared for her on Douluo.

"First uncle, Second Uncle, why are you outside my door?"

Drawing on her memories, she instantly recognized them.

"Dong'er, you…" Niu Tian's expression was complex. She was still the same cheerful girl, but the gloom was gone from her eyes. Although she still called them by their old titles, he felt a strange sense of distance.

"First Uncle, I've regained my memory. I'm Tang Wutong. You can call me Xiao Qi; that's what my parents do," she corrected him confidently.

Wang Dong'er was just the name they'd given her while her memories were sealed; Tang Wutong was her true name.

"Yes, you're not Dong'er, you're Xiao Qi! That was my mistake—I won't call you Dong'er anymore," Niu Tian forced a bitter smile.

Beside him, Tai Tan's fists clenched, his body trembling, eyes red.

Tang Wutong tilted her head, puzzled by their reaction, but didn't dwell on it. "First Uncle, Second Uncle, my father asked me to find Lu Jingming. Any ideas on how I should approach him?"

"You're not looking for Huo Yuhao?" Niu Tian asked, still somewhat hopeful.

"Why should I? Oh, I guess I liked him when my memory was sealed, but now that I remember, that doesn't count. You should cancel the search reward," she replied nonchalantly.

Before, she'd cared about Huo Yuhao. Now, with her memories back, that feeling was gone. The person she'd been as Wang Dong'er was so different from her true self—she could never stand the discipline of Shrek Academy.

Hearing this, Niu Tian was resigned—he realized Wang Dong'er was truly gone.

Chapter 231: The Black-Haired Woman

Tang Wutong's awakening meant Wang Dong'er was gone forever—a fate sealed from the very beginning.

Niu Tian felt a surge of anger with nowhere to vent. Was it Tang Wutong's fault? No—she was blameless, just someone whose memory had been sealed and restored.

Was it Tang San's or Xiao Wu's fault? He and Tai Tan were powerless to interfere in Tang San's family affairs and could only bear their discontent in silence.

Watching Tang Wutong skip away, Tai Tan finally broke down. "Da Ming, Dong'er… she's really gone!"

He had no idea how to face the girl he'd loved as a daughter, who had vanished overnight. Tang Wutong's return meant Wang Dong'er's end—a fate that could not be reversed.

They couldn't blame Tang Wutong—she was the real daughter of Xiao Wu, the one they should love and protect. Even though they'd hoped that the awakened Tang Wutong would be just like Wang Dong'er, reality cruelly shattered that illusion.

…

On the other side of the continent, deep within the dangerous Evil Forest—the domain of the second-ranked Evil Emperor soul beast—Huo Yuhao was training.

Though the Evil Forest wasn't as famous as the Star Dou Forest, it was still one of the top soul beast habitats, rich in spiritual energy—a paradise for soul masters.

As the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Sect, Huo Yuhao was under heavy protection, training in the sect's headquarters within the forest core. No soul beast dared disturb him, as the Evil Emperor, ruler of the forest, had allied with the sect. As long as the disciples didn't attack beasts, there was an uneasy but stable peace.

Suddenly, while meditating, Huo Yuhao sensed a space fluctuation, similar to when he opened his necromancy demi-plane. This was different from the spatial ripples caused by high-level teleportation—this felt like a planar portal opening.

"What was that? Not a strong person teleporting, but someone opening a planar passage?" he muttered, curious.

He ended his training and quickly moved toward the source, unconcerned about danger—he had protection. His guardian was none other than the third enshrined of the sect, Crimson Douluo Fei Yan, a level 97 evil soul master. With her, only the Evil Emperor herself could pose a threat—and the Evil Emperor was an ally.

Tang Ya, though now a puppet, also had a powerful protector, the sixth enshrined Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng.

Arriving at the spot, Huo Yuhao quickly noticed something odd in the shadows—a splash of white among the bloody grass. Investigating, he found a naked woman, covered in horrific wounds, blood soaking the grass around her. Despite her injuries, her figure and beauty were striking, exuding a mature allure.

What shocked Huo Yuhao most was her resemblance to Wang Dong'er, whom he'd met in the simulated universe survival tournament.

"Tsk tsk, she's nearly dead," Fei Yan said from above, sitting on her puppet. She, too, was surprised—a human in the forest core, so badly wounded yet still alive, was a miracle.

Huo Yuhao narrowed his eyes and checked her injuries. Though severe, he sensed a powerful energy within her, desperately sustaining her life. If left untreated, she would die.

Without hesitation, he wrapped her in his coat and gently picked her up.

"You want to save her?" Fei Yan asked, surprised. She thought she knew Huo Yuhao—he wasn't usually so soft-hearted.

"Don't worry about it," he replied calmly. He wasn't acting out of kindness, but because he sensed a familiar power within the woman—a force beyond the mundane, shockingly similar to the one Wang Dong'er had unleashed in the simulated universe when she wounded him with the golden trident.

That memory remained vivid, making the mysterious power unforgettable.

PS: Damn, is that Xiao Wu?