Douluo: Luz Eterna do Mundo Absoluto

Tonight, the stars and moon were shrouded, the pitch-black sky pressing down upon the earth with an invisible sense of oppression.

A bitter wind raged, whistling sharply through the empty mountain valley. In the endless darkness, only a single flame guarded the last sanctuary of purity.

Lying beside the campfire, Ye Xixuan instinctively wrapped himself tighter in the beast-hide blanket. The flickering firelight danced upon his young yet delicate features. Wisps of soft black hair fell across his brow, and though there was some dirt smeared on his cheeks, it could not conceal the pale, tender quality of his skin—one glance was enough to see he was a scion raised in nobility and comfort.

On his exposed left wrist was a black bracelet. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary piece of metal, utterly unremarkable, yet in the dim corner, it faintly glimmered with a strange halo.

In a haze, Ye Xixuan’s long lashes trembled, his eyes slowly opening. The firelight that met his gaze seemed in an instant to transform into a sea of blood, jolting him awake. Immediately afterward, two completely distinct sets of memories surged into his mind.

One belonged to a distant past life; the other was from this life, and was etched far more vividly and painfully.

“Tianling City, the Ye Family…”

Tianling City was ranked among the top three cities of the Celestial Soul Empire, the largest city in the central region. The Ye Family was the city’s most powerful soul master clan—though its legacy stretched back only two centuries and was not as ancient