Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1669 The Throne, the Queen's Disdain!

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At this point, the mutation occurs again.

A faint green glimmer seeped out of the rock crevice beneath Xiao Yi's feet without warning, and then flowed—not growth, but a pure splash of vibrant color.

Dark green, emerald green, pale yellow, golden brown... the essence of all the plants and trees on earth seemed to be instantly drawn out and gathered, condensing into a surging, living band of color.

Amidst the shifting colors, the ancient rainforest's depth and splendor are captured.

At first, it was just a young vine as thick as a finger.

next second!
Boom——

The cracks in the bluestone on all sides burst open simultaneously, and countless thick, python-like vines broke through the blockade.

They intertwined and twisted, like imprisoned dragons yearning for the clouds, breaking free of the earth's veins, soaring into the sky amidst the harsh friction and flying stone dust, reaching straight to the dome.

Just a few breaths, only a few breaths.

A giant vine, whose trunk requires ten people to encircle and whose canopy can cover half of the arena, stands like a miracle.

The moment the giant vine solidified, Xiao Yi's toes, barely touching the ground, silently retracted.

The figure swirled and fell.

Her purple hair was lifted by the falling air currents, spreading out like a waterfall in the dappled light and shadow.

Purple high heels have quietly stepped onto the crown of interwoven vines and leaves on the dome.

No breath. No dust.

Looking down upon all living beings.

Upon closer inspection, four rough, emerald-green bands were clearly visible winding around the main stem—

The four colors—a bright yellow like molten gold, a crimson like the rising sun, a deep blue like the ocean, and a rich gold like ancient jade—flow and blend under the vine's bark, giving the entire giant vine a radiant glow.

A breathtakingly refreshing fragrance of plants swept through the entire venue, making even the air seem sweeter—the evergreen vine.

Its very existence is a manifestation of the great power of life, appearing more primitive and vast than the jagged sword willow vines beside it!
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In the Moonlight Private Room, Yun Yingluo weakly pressed her forehead against the cold front railing, her voice muffled as she squeezed out through clenched teeth: "The fifth type of vine... Senior Sister Chen..."

She raised a finger and pointed to the colossal shadow below, then slumped down, saying, "I'm going crazy."

He turned his head to the side, his eyes unfocused, and added, "I'm tired. Let's destroy it."

Chen Yanwu, who was beside her, did not respond.

His gaze was straight ahead.

Yes, straight—the canopy of that towering vine already exceeds the height of the audience seats.

As far as the eye can see, the canopy of the evergreen vine is layered and intertwined like a canopy.

dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, reflecting in her eyes and, in a fleeting moment, conjuring up another scene—

Eight years ago, at dawn at Shaolin Lake.

Dewdrops cling to the withered lotus leaves by the lake.

Xiao Yi, who had just recovered from her mouth ailment, still looked pale and weak, like a delicate epiphyllum flower.

In the pavilion, she stood quietly to the side, watching herself play the zither.

For the first time, those quiet eyes clearly reflected the trembling of the zither strings, and a hint of... cautious longing.

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In the shadow of the high platform, the Ghost King stood upright and uttered a deep voice: "So that Heavenly Vine... was also part of her Vine Martial Soul."

Yu Yongyuan silently turned the jade ring on his fingertip: "It can be concluded that it is indeed a set of symbiotic vine martial souls... but we still do not know how many kinds of vines there are."

Xiao Yicai looked around: "Does anyone recognize the shape of this vine?"

The gazes of more than ten titled Douluo crossed in the air.

No one answered.

Only silence solidified in the air thick with the pressure of the soul.

A century of experience, bestowed with a title, crumbled into dust beneath the vines' shadow. Prince Xue Jiqing leaned slightly forward, the dark gold patterns on his magnificent robes flowing in the shadows: "Your Majesty, the Ghost King, possesses vast knowledge..."

A voice interrupted from beneath the black robe and hood: "I don't know."

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The tree canopy suspended in mid-air suddenly contracted and twisted, like an invisible giant hand kneading a flowing emerald.

The gnarled vines softened and extended silently, transforming into a throne with flowing five-colored vine patterns before anyone could react!

Xiao Yi naturally took her seat.

His left elbow rested casually on the gilded armrest, his fingertips touching his chin.

His right arm rested on the right armrest, which was wrapped in indigo vines.

Her slender feet crossed, her long stockings and high heels peeking out from among the interwoven dark red and green vine leaves.

Sitting idly on a cloud.

His gaze fell straight down—

High in the sky, Xue Shiming's anxious figure was being chased and pierced by the stern branches of the sword willow vine, as hasty as a trapped sparrow.

On the ground, the vast sea of ​​azure vines had once again submerged the brief gap that Tang Chen and the others had desperately torn open, the emerald tide surging and locking in place step by step.

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An untimely sneer erupted from the Chang'an spectator area.

Zhu Wuneng grinned, his eyes gleaming: "Go all out right up to her face! Little Yi, that slap in the face felt... good!"

Dugu Fu glanced at him: "The three heroes of the Heavenly Battle—the Emperor, the Overlord, and the Saint—are not as good as Sister Xiaoyi's light seat!"

Chen Mu stood against the wind, glancing sideways at the words, a slight smile playing on his thin lips: "It's not just the three of them, isn't it all 120,000 people here?"

Gao Cuilan clasped her hands together with her fingers interlaced, "So beautiful."

Zhu Wuneng: "..."

On the edge of the clamor, Chen Xiaojun closed his eyes.

The taut shoulder line that appeared when the third Azure Vine appeared has now quietly relaxed.

He had long known this day would come—since the elders of the family had repeatedly told him "there is no need to hide his talents," and since the increasingly bright light in the depths of those purple eyes pierced through the long silence.

When has she ever truly cared about being in the public eye?
What she hesitated about... was simply his words, "Wait a little longer."

At this moment, the towering vine, tearing through the clouds, finally burned away that restraint...

"Doesn't it resemble..." Chen Ze asked Liu Ruyan beside him in a low voice, his gaze unable to leave the vine-patterned throne, "The Queen's... contempt?"

Indeed, it is so—sitting suspended in the heavens, looking down upon all living beings fighting like ants.

His gaze was as still as a deep, cold pool, devoid of sorrow or joy, without any ripples or waves.

Liu Ruyan brushed her fingertips through her hair, sighing softly as the wind carried her away: "She finally... let go of that little bit of restraint."

Her gaze swept over Chen Xiaojun, who had his eyes closed, and returned to the top of the Tongtian Vine. Her deep voice was like a prophecy: "The new curtain of the Soul Master world... has been drawn by her."

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In the shadows of the passage, Yang Jingxue leaned against the cold stone wall, her gaze passing over the bustling crowd and landing on the silhouette of the towering vine-covered roof.

"The way she sits..." The voice caught in her throat for a moment before continuing, "She has an indescribable imposing aura, even more domineering than my eldest sister did back then."

Chen Hong stood beside her with his hands at his sides. Upon hearing this, his gaze shifted slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Perhaps, this is the real her."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the struggling figures beneath the throne of the Vine King, like a swarm of ants. "Among the people of this world, apart from us, and apart from that girl Xixi... has she ever truly cared about anyone?"

Yang Jingxue was slightly taken aback, as memories surged like a tide.

In my memory, those dark eyes were clear yet empty. They were still when looking at teachers, still when looking at peers, and still when looking at all living beings.

That wasn't deliberate aloofness, but rather a natural detachment that flowed from the very core of one's being.

Her lips moved, silently uttering four words: "Disdain for...no one."

It's not a denigration, but a statement of a breathtaking purity—like the sky looking down at dust.

(End of this chapter)