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

Chapter 1691 Famous Scene

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As the title "Shao Siming" was finalized, the seven towering vines beneath Donghuang Xiuyi seemed to respond to the divine revelation, suddenly undergoing a wondrous transformation.

Azure vines bloom with pale blue flowers, fresh and vibrant; Life vines are tinged with a warm, milky white radiance, their life force rippling outwards; Meteor vines burst forth with black and red petals, their star-like patterns flowing like starlight in the dark night; Thunderous Hell vines emerge with purple lightning flashing in arcs.

The most wondrous transformation is that of the evergreen vine that bears the throne: beside the green stamen, four petals are divided into four colors: red, blue, yellow, and gold, reflecting each other and flowing with a dreamlike luster under the sunlight.

In an instant, this vast arena, which had been battered and broken by fierce battles, was completely covered by a magnificent sea of ​​flowers that suddenly appeared!
Rich, vibrant colors are splashed everywhere, and the room is filled with a fragrant aroma that is refreshing and invigorating.

Countless petals, detached from the branches, fluttered down, covering the scorched earth with a colorful floral carpet.

At the same time, the sword willow vine and the void willow god vine, though without flower stamens, had endless white willow catkins that drifted silently like snow and mist, dancing lightly in the air.

A gentle breeze carries thousands of petals and light willow catkins, lifting them up like butterflies and drifting them towards the twenty-four giant stands surrounding the arena (the ancient vine barrier and energy shield have been removed). The colors intertwine, and a wonderful fragrance fills the air, creating a dreamlike scene.

However, in the magnificent symphony of life, there is always a silent final note of decay.

The meteorite flowers, blooming in their most vibrant black and red hues, after offering their most intense brilliance to heaven and earth, withered and faded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually collapsing silently into a cloud of ashes that dissipated in the wind.

A fleeting moment of brilliance, then vanishing into nothingness.

Xue Shiming unconsciously murmured repeatedly, "Donghuang...Xiuyi...?"

Ning Zhongtian, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes and asked with a hint of confusion and surprise, "Uh? So... Donghuang is a surname?"

"I thought it was a title... Eastern Emperor Embroidered Robe? Embroidered Robe for embroidering clothes? Hmm... that's quite a unique name."

Half asleep, Tang Chen kept his eyes closed, and a weak but habitually teasing voice came through: "Hmm, it sounds good... What does it matter to you if it sounds good?"

"Could it be that you're even considering provoking this Donghuang girl? Is your Zijun no longer pursuing her? Furthermore..."

He paused slightly, barely opening his eyes a crack to peek out, "Her surname... is quite arrogant."

Ning Zhongtian retorted in a low voice, annoyed: "You repressed chatterbox, shut up!"

"They have the power to justify their arrogance, so what? This is the right and the confidence to overwhelm their peers! You disagree?"

Tang Chen remained silent for a moment, then replied almost inaudibly, "They've been beaten to a pulp, they have no choice but to submit..."

Xue Shiming glanced helplessly at the "corpse duo" beside her and rolled her eyes at them.

She then composed herself, raised her head again, and focused her gaze on the figure standing against the wind on the throne, surrounded by flower petals. She asked another huge question that had been troubling her: "Donghuang...madam, may I ask, what is 'Shao Siming'?"

On the throne, Donghuang Xiuyi remained silent for a moment, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair and robes.

A moment later, her clear and ethereal voice rang out again, as if from a distant place, clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Nothing is more sorrowful than parting in life, nothing is more joyful than knowing each other in heart."

These two proverbs echoed in the silent arena, carrying an indescribable sense of antiquity and vastness.

In the primitive worship recorded in "Nine Songs", "Shao Siming" is a noble goddess with dual divine status.

On one hand, she is the most beautiful and loving goddess of children, in charge of the joy and new life; on the other hand, she is the most ruthless goddess of ending young lives, the deepest nightmare in the hearts of all parents.

Kindness and power are unpredictable; life and death are determined by one's own will.

Her former leader, Donghuang Taiyi, gifted her these two maxims from the "Nine Songs," succinctly encapsulating the profound meaning of "Shao Siming" regarding the ultimate joy and sorrow of life. It is believed that from this day forward, these two maxims will accompany her throughout her life, spreading far and wide.

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Chen Xiaojun, standing below the arena, felt that Xiaoyi's tone and demeanor were a bit dazed and strange.

Uh, like Donghuang Taiyi?

Yes, and that memorable line: "Shao Siming, we've been waiting for you for a long time..."

Well, she recreated her classic scene from her past life perfectly. If she wore a long black robe over it, it would be even more authentic and classic.

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After a brief moment of shock, an overwhelming excitement spread through the exclusive stands of the Chang'an team.

Jin Xin slapped his thigh suddenly, his facial muscles twitching slightly with excitement: "Good heavens! This Immortal... this Immortal is truly the legendary number one on the list of geniuses!"

"No wonder defeating the Three Heroes of Heavenly Dou was as easy as swatting a mosquito..."

Zhou Yi's eyes were also filled with frenzied joy and complex awe as he repeatedly said, "Yes! Yes!"

"The list of prodigies clearly states 'Top of the list: Donghuang,' under sixteen years old, whose battle record indicates he has defeated a high-level Soul Saint in conjunction with a high-level Soul Emperor..."

"At the time, I found it hard to believe, but now that I've witnessed this astonishing feat firsthand, my previous record seems... quite natural!"

He took a deep breath. "No wonder the list only uses the word 'vine' to describe it!"

"These seven king vines are difficult to describe individually or as a group of vine martial spirits; the word 'vine' is sufficient to summarize them."

"It not only points out the essence but also subtly encompasses profound mysteries that are difficult to fully describe. It truly lives up to its name as the City of Heavenly Timing!"

Jin Xin's face was flushed with excitement as he looked around and exclaimed, "Haha! Brother, the Chang'an team not only produced the third-ranked scholar, but now even the top-ranked scholar from the Heavenly Pride Ranking is in our ranks!"

"Which other team can rival us? Who else?!"

He then rubbed his hands together, a more genuine excitement welling up on his face: "Speaking of which, today is truly a day of great fortune!"

"We won the game decisively and are in high spirits. The odds on us winning are a whopping 4.2 times, which means we're going to make a big profit!"

"Brother, I think we can all make money lying down from now on!"

Similar excited whispers and exclamations mingled, rippling across different corners of the Chang'an team's exclusive stands, their joy overflowing.

Meanwhile, the supporters around them, who also belonged to the Chang'an team, could no longer contain themselves, and their high-pitched cheers erupted like a volcano that had been ignited!
"Donghuang—!" "Donghuang—!"

"A banished immortal—!" "A banished immortal—!"

A few scattered voices, touched by the name, excitedly cried out: "Shao Siming—!" "Shao Siming—!"

Petals and willow catkins fluttered in the air, carried by a gentle breeze, drifting lightly toward the stands that trembled with excitement, their rich, intoxicating fragrance seeming to linger there even more tenderly.

Meanwhile, the proverb "Nothing is more sorrowful than parting in life, nothing is more joyful than knowing each other in heart" was deeply engraved in the hearts of many listeners, accompanied by cheers.

This atmosphere was not entirely natural; Donghuang Xiuyi had subtly cast a hidden mental illusion, making the proverb and the rain of flowers more infectious and sacred, thus strengthening the sense of identification.

Many high-level Soul Masters with keen senses noticed this, but in this situation, naturally no one would spoil the mood by pointing it out or being the bad guy.

(End of this chapter)