Douluo Dalu 2: Sun-Moon Glory

"Go in."

Tang Si spoke coldly, then snapped his fingers. A gray portal shimmered into existence before him, rippling with quiet power.

"Master, this is..." Nana hesitated slightly.

"The place where your loved ones will be granted new bodies."

Tang Si's firm and unquestionable tone left no room for doubt. Nana and the eight former spirit servants were momentarily stunned. It was happening... already?

Seeing the cold glint in Tang Si's eyes, Nana quickly understood his intent. Without further hesitation, she motioned for the eight by her side—once her fellow captives, now her sworn comrades—and together, they stepped toward the portal. She did not question what lay beyond it. Whether it was salvation or damnation didn't matter. Her master had spoken.

The other eight followed, their faces a mix of fear, awe, and anticipation. They had no choice. Tang Si's power was absolute. Whatever lay on the other side—heaven, hell, or an unfathomable void—they would face it.

Tang Si nodded with quiet satisfaction and stepped into the undead demi-plane after them.

As the gray shimmer faded behind them, the group found themselves in a completely alien realm.

Nana and the others stood frozen, eyes wide and breaths caught in their throats. The world before them was cloaked in darkness. In the sky hung a strange black sun, glowing faintly with an ominous violet light. Its presence bathed the entire plane in a dusky twilight.

The terrain was harsh and jagged, as if scarred by eons of death. The ground was pitch-black, soaked with ancient, lingering malice. There was no grass, no tree, no sign of natural life. Only silence—and cold.

From all directions, an icy aura surged in, seeping into their very bones. It wasn't just cold—it was the breath of death itself.

But what truly shocked them... were the countless undead creatures.

They stretched across the land like a tide, their grotesque forms twisted by dark energy. Glowing eyes in shades of gray, red, and even eerie blue stared out from sunken sockets. The aura of undeath was so strong that even Nana found it hard to breathe.

Tang Si stood at the center of it all, his long black coat swaying with each step as he approached the edge of a rise. From there, he looked out across the deathly expanse and spoke, voice soft but resonant.

"Overwhelming, isn't it? This is the only legacy I brought from the world I once ruled. My death realm. My creation. The last monument to the glory I once held as the Ruler of Death."

'Sorry, Elder Yi. I hope you don't mind me calling your work my own,' Huo Yuhao thought silently.

Electrolux merely chuckled in the depths of his consciousness. 'Fascinating… I'm almost convinced myself,' he mused.

Tang Si paused, then raised his right hand, fingers slightly curled.

"Kneel."

His voice echoed across the sky.

In the very next instant, the undead horde responded as if they were one. Like waves crashing on a shore, they dropped to their knees, bowing to the man who stood above them all.

The sight was beyond majestic.

Nana and the others were stunned speechless. Not a shred of doubt remained. This man, whom they had chosen to follow, wasn't just strong—he was something else entirely. Even the highest-level evil soul masters in the Holy Spirit Cult couldn't control so many undead. No one could.

Tang Si turned to face them, the nine who had once been broken, enslaved, discarded.

"Rise."

They obeyed.

"As you've seen, your loved ones' souls cannot return to living flesh. I am not a god. But I can let their spirits heal. Within that tower behind you lies the power to restore them. When their souls are whole again, they may inhabit new vessels and return to this world. If you cannot accept that, I will grant them release into reincarnation."

The nine glanced at one another.

The thought of their loved ones becoming undead was hard to swallow. Would they be the same? Would they still remember them?

But then... they remembered what it meant to be alone. They remembered the cold nights, the aching hollowness of having no one left.

To hear a voice again. To say a name and hear it answered.

That was worth everything.

"If our families are willing, so are we," one of them said, voice firm.

"Then form a pact with me. From this moment on, you are my eternal servants. Death attendants. My Death Servants."

Tang Si stepped forward, summoning a gray flame into his palm. The flame swirled with sigils and whispers of an ancient contract. One by one, the eight stepped forward to accept the same binding soul contract that Nana had already taken. With each pact sealed, their identities as former Holy Spirit Cult lackeys were erased.

They were now his.

Death Servants.

"Your loved ones still need a few more days to recover. Remain here in the demi-plane. It will nourish them. Nana, come with me. We're not done with the Holy Spirit Cult just yet."

"As you command, Master."

Their voices rang out in unison, strong and unwavering.

Tang Si nodded. After giving a few instructions to ensure the others would be safe and supplied in this realm, he led Nana out of the demi-plane.

But there was another reason for leaving them behind.

Tang Si wanted to observe them—to see if any could harmonize with the undead aura of this world. Those who could... might have the potential to become necromancers themselves.

Electrolux certainly hoped so. His undead magic was a profound legacy, and perhaps this world might be the one to let it bloom again.

Over the next few days, the city of Mingdu descended into chaos.

A bloodbath swept through the shadows. Twenty-three branches of the Holy Spirit Cult were eradicated—utterly and completely destroyed—overnight.

Not a single clue was left behind.

Even the most powerful Titled Douluo among the Cult's elders were left speechless. Furious, they stormed into high-level government meetings, demanding to know who had dared touch their strongholds.

The officials, though corrupt, were telling the truth—they knew nothing. These hidden factions were useful to them. They had no reason to destroy their own pawns.

No matter how hard the Cult searched, no trail was found.

Only one terrifying truth remained:

Whoever had done this... had power far beyond what they imagined.

And they were hiding in plain sight.

(End of Chapter)

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