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

Chapter 1925 Destiny Star - The Antarctic Longevity Emperor
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"So, your slumber these past few days has been spent dealing with your inner demons, and... digesting this third finger?"

“Yes.” Xiao Yi nodded slightly. “Although the inner demon is fierce, our elders in the Wood Department have all had experience in dealing with it and have secret methods to follow, so we can handle it in a systematic way. The reason why the demon slumbered deeper in the later stages was because of the teaching and understanding of this third finger.”

Chen Xiaojun seemed to be deep in thought: "Teaching? Similar to studying in a dream?"

Xiao Yi spoke with a sweet fragrance, her almond-shaped eyes lifting slightly: "It can be understood this way. 【Three fingers cut off fate】is completely different from the first two fingers 【One finger severs yin and yang】 and 【Two fingers cover life】."

"The first two fingers have the foundation of the 'Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flowers Flowing' and the insights accumulated from past and present lives, so they can be grasped in a way that is traceable. But 'fate'... is ethereal and elusive."

"In my past life, I belonged to the Yin-Yang School and had some understanding of fate. In this life, my martial spirit and divine status are connected, but they are ultimately as shallow as mist and difficult to grasp in their essence."

She paused, then continued, "More importantly, to truly unleash the [Three-Finger Intercept of Fate], the first step is to illuminate one's own 'Destiny Star.' Only in this way can one begin to glimpse the projection of the River of Fate, and only then will one be qualified to attempt to understand and intercept that mysterious thread of fate."

In fact, things are far more complicated than Xiaoyi describes them so casually.

The very step of "lighting up her destiny star" almost led to her utter ruin.

She was once trapped in the cocoon of fate, her consciousness sinking into the illusion of the vast and mysterious Milky Way of destiny, almost losing herself and unable to find her way home.

To put it simply, the River of Destiny is a manifestation of the evolution of the Great Way of Destiny, but the River of Destiny appears differently to different people.

In the eyes of Bo Xian'er, a level 98 Supreme Douluo and the High Priestess of Seagod Island, it manifested as a vast, flowing, mercury-like river of nothingness.

In the eyes of Shao Siming, the deity who holds the power of destiny, and Xiao Yi, who is one and the other, it is a dazzling galaxy woven from the trajectories of countless destiny stars.

These drastically different forms of cognition stem from the different understandings of the essence of the Great Dao by those at the pinnacle of mortal life and those of divine status, who come from different ranks, perspectives, and perceptions.

However, the river of fate that the Lesser Master of Fate faces is undoubtedly far more vast and dangerous.

If it weren't for the violent outburst of the "Great Fate" black and red light cocoon within Chen Xiaojun's body on the Iron Jaw Fort battlefield that day, the mysterious fluctuations it triggered would have somehow penetrated through time and space, subtly affecting the Shao Siming origin, which was one with Xiao Yi.

It was this strange connection that transformed into a glimmer of light, guiding her to find her own star in the endless sea of ​​stars, ultimately illuminating her destiny star and breaking free from her despair.

"A destiny star?" Chen Xiaojun's heart stirred.

As a self-proclaimed "bookworm," he was no stranger to this concept.

This is often a key indicator for drawing upon the power of the stars and communicating with the origins of destiny.

Xiao Yi gave a soft "hmm".

Chen Xiaojun's mind raced, and a crucial question emerged: "Which star is your destiny star?"

Countless stars, vast and boundless.

If it were just an ordinary star, that would be fine, but if it were a star with a name and a significant place in mythology and legend, then its significance would be completely different.

This not only confirms his speculation that the two Chu deities, Shao Siming and Da Siming, are projected and integrated with ancient myths, Taoist pantheons, and even the primordial setting in the Douluo world, but also provides crucial reference points for how he plans and guides these two deities in their positioning and development on the Douluo Continent.

Xiao Yi's dark, starry eyes flickered slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she uttered three words in a cool, clear voice:
"South Pole Star".

Antarctica!
Chen Xiaojun's pupils suddenly contracted, as if a bolt of lightning pierced through the heavens and earth, cleaving through all the fog! He should have thought of this sooner!

Shao Siming, in charge of fertility and life, corresponds to the South Pole Star! The Great Emperor of Longevity of the South Pole!

The Great Master of Fate, who governs death, corresponds to the North Star! The Great Emperor of the North Star! They are a perfect pair!
Yin and Yang are opposites, life and death are interdependent!
This matches his previous vague guess!
A strong sense of destiny overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He awakened his twin martial souls and obtained the Seven Killings Sword of the Underworld Sea. The Big Dipper Heavenly Gang Formation attracted the phantom of the Ziwei Emperor, and he consciously promoted the Ziwei faith...

Linking the Grand Fate Master and the Lesser Fate Master to the Great Emperor of the North Pole and the Great Emperor of Longevity of the South Pole, and then to the strange cocoon of light of the Grand Fate Master born in the Great Dao...

Then, Xiao Yi inherits the position of Shao Siming and lights up the South Star...

He and Xiaoyi seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible thread of fate from the very beginning, heading together toward a future that resonated deeply with the ancient Chinese star god system.

He sighed softly:
"really……"

Sheep aren't so easy to fleece.

Fortunately, I didn't stubbornly try to harm the two great Buddhas, Haotian Shangdi and Donghuang Taiyi.

Lesser Master of Fate—Southern Star—Antarctic Longevity Emperor; Greater Master of Fate—Northern Star—Northern Purple Star Emperor (Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor)... This myth that transcends time and space is reflected in them, quietly constructing a grand and mysterious picture in the Douluo world.

Very well, the higher their rank, the greater their power.

Silence returned to the study, the candlelight flickering gently in the lampshade, illuminating two young yet solemn faces.

a long time.

Chen Xiaojun asked softly, "Have you mastered the third finger?"

Xiao Yi shook her head slightly, her long eyelashes drooping, casting a small shadow under her eyelids. She shook her head slightly and said, "I've only scratched the surface; I still need to study."

She unconsciously twirled a stray strand of her hair with her fingertips.

"This third finger," Chen Xiaojun leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense, "has it also formed its own divine ring, just like the first two fingers?"

Xiao Yi didn't say anything, but her thoughts stirred slightly.

In an instant, a strange spirit ring quietly rose from beneath her feet and hovered around her waist.

Its main body presents a deep, noble reddish-gold color, as if it has melted the light of the core of a star.

Against this crimson gold background, countless fine, shimmering silver specks flowed and swirled slowly, forming a miniature galaxy.

And in the innermost circle of the spirit ring, faint wisps of pale purple mist could be seen flowing endlessly.

The entire soul ring exudes an ancient, mysterious aura that controls life, death, prosperity, and decline. It is the manifestation of the fusion of the Lesser Fate Godhood and the Antarctic Star Fate—the [Three-Finger Severing Fate] Divine Ring.

With a base of crimson gold, flowing silver sand, and a misty purple aura, this symbolizes illuminating one's destiny star and beginning to glimpse the trajectory of fate.

After a brief moment of shimmering light, Xiao Yi put away the strange divine ring, and the breathtaking aura of destiny that filled the study faded away.

She raised her eyes, and a faint yet captivating blush quietly spread across her serene and elegant expression, like a newly blossoming peach blossom.

"And you, Brother Xiaojun? Has anything happened these past few days?"

With a soft, sweet voice unique to Chen Xiaojun, the last syllable of her voice rose slightly, tinged with a hint of ambiguous tremor: "You were acting a little strange at the Dou residence just now."

(End of this chapter)