Douluo: After Bibi Dong's abuse, Gu Yuena takes care of her

The traces left by the five great god-kings tearing through space have not yet completely dissipated.

The oppressive force that shook heaven and earth seemed to still be pressing heavily on the sky above the Douluo Continent, with dark clouds gathering and making it hard for people to breathe.

Where is there any sunshine to speak of?

Qian Renshang stood on the scorched and cracked earth, with deep and shallow ravines spreading out menacingly.

The air still carried the pungent, burnt smell of the collision of divine powers, which stung my nose.

He stood there, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes seeming to see through the ravaged land beneath his feet, his worry almost tangible.

The wind howled and swept by, carrying the stench of divine blood fragments and dust.

Beside him, Gu Yuena's long, silver-purple hair was lifted by the wind, strands brushing against her cool and exquisite profile.

Her aura carried the ancient silence of the dragon race, yet strangely blended into this desolate landscape.

"Qian Renshang," her voice rang out, clear and melodious.

"Haste makes waste."

Qian Renshang suddenly turned his head to the side, his movement stiffening as if he had been stung.

He looked at Gu Yuena, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Sister Nana, how can I not be anxious!"

He pointed to the unhealed spatial rifts in the sky, like huge scars, his voice suddenly rising, tinged with a barely perceptible hoarseness.

"They just left like that, what did they leave behind?"
And how are we supposed to fight them afterwards?

Gu Yuena looked at him quietly with her deep, star-like purple eyes, without immediately refuting him.

She took a step forward, her boots crunching softly on the broken crystals.

She reached out, not to shake hands, but to gently brush her cool fingertips across Qian Renshang's tightly clenched fist, causing the tense joints to relax slightly.

"I know." Her voice remained calm, yet carried an unwavering, resolute quality.

I understand your concerns. But rushing things will only blind you and dull your edge.

A faint, almost invisible silver light shone from her fingertips, and a gentle yet vast power flowed through the point of contact, attempting to soothe the churning soul power within him.

"The divine positions have been decided, and the rules are the rules. You and I can only stay in this mortal world for a maximum of one more month."

Time is like sand in an hourglass, falling grain by grain—that's the inevitable. But this past month,” her gaze sharpened, sweeping across the scorched earth, “might just be able to find the fulcrum to leverage destiny. Strength is never accumulated solely through brute force.”

Stimulated by the strange power emanating from her fingertips, Qian Renshang felt his restless soul power being instantly cleared, as if it had been thrown into an icy spring.

He took a deep breath, the air thick with the stench of burnt blood filling his lungs, but it brought a kind of almost self-destructive clarity.

"Hoo..." He exhaled a long breath of pent-up frustration, his shoulders slumped slightly, and he forcibly suppressed the frantic anxiety in his eyes, but the deep-seated gravity remained undiminished.

"You're right, Nana. She's just being stubborn."

He rubbed his temples, where it felt like a needle was pricking him.

"But the thought of what awaits ahead... a chaotic unknown, a darkness powerful enough to devour even the God King..."

My heart feels like it's hanging on the edge of an abyss; there's never a moment when I can truly find peace and security.

Gu Yuena withdrew her hand, stood with her hands behind her back, her silver hair fluttering slightly in the remaining wind, and an invisible pressure naturally spread out, as if even the remaining violent energy of this world had calmed down a bit.

"It's better to be hanging in the abyss than to fall in headfirst without knowing it."

She spoke calmly, her tone carrying a chilling quality born of countless ages.

"Now that we've seen the abyss, let's find a way to build a bridge, or forge a sword strong enough to cut through the darkness."

Anxiety? That's the emotion of the weak, Qian Renshang. Don't forget who you are now.

"Identity?" Qian Renshang gave a self-deprecating twitch, his gaze sweeping over the faintly visible ruins on the distant horizon.
"God? Ha, a god who can't even protect the land he once guarded?"
Sister Nana, don't you find it ironic? The gods sit high above, looking down upon the mortal realm as worthless, their rules...

Are rules meant to bind us, make us hesitant and helpless, and force us to stand by and watch?

For the first time, his tone carried an almost rebellious anger.

"Rules are both shackles and ladders." Gu Yuena's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a hint of the Silver Dragon King's chilling majesty, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
"Without this shackle, you wouldn't even have the right to stand here in anger!"
Dissatisfied? Then break it! Use the knife in your hand and the fire in your heart to burn through those damned rules!
Instead of acting like a child whose candy has been taken away, complaining and blaming everyone else!

Her words were like a whip tempered with ice, lashing fiercely at Qian Renshang's heart.

Qian Renshang shuddered. Gu Yuena's rebuke was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the nameless fire in his heart, leaving only a cold clarity and a trace of shame.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. (End of Chapter)