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

Qian Renshang sighed heavily, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his fingers unconsciously curling up for a moment before relaxing.

"...I racked my brains, but I still couldn't figure it out."

The sound seemed to be squeezed out from the cracks in the dry soil.

Gu Yuena stood up silently, her shoes scraping against the scorched earth, making a slight rustling sound.

She walked over to him, placed a hand on his tense shoulder, and gently pressed it.

"A cornered beast will only fight back and end up bleeding. Let's go for a walk; maybe... as we walk, the path will appear on its own."

"Although this world is broken, it still holds the threads of eternity. Perhaps... the opportunity lies hidden in the veins of a fallen leaf, in the direction of a mountain ridge, waiting for us to seize it."

Qian Renshang turned his head stiffly, his gaze meeting hers.

The jumbled mess in his mind inexplicably sank down, and he became less panicked.

“...Yes.” He uttered two indistinct syllables.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the shocking traces of the battle.
"The Douluo Continent is vast and boundless, hiding countless secret realms and legacies that we have never known before?"

Perhaps... we might stumble upon an opportunity somewhere that could take us further, even if it's just a glimmer of hope.

Gu Yuena moved to his side, her shoulder almost touching his.

Without saying anything, she simply reached out and gently grasped his slightly cold fingers hanging by his side.

The warmth was faint, yet it felt like a needle, piercing through the skin and seeping into the heart through the blood vessels, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

"Then...where should we go first?" Qian Renshang felt his throat was less dry, and his voice was a bit steadyer.

Gu Yuena tilted her head and thought for a moment, a few strands of silver hair sliding down to cover part of her profile.

"Let's fight it out," she said without hesitation.
"That is the heart of the empire, a place where merchants gather and news flows like an underground river, seemingly calm but actually interconnected and ever-flowing."

"Okay." Qian Renshang nodded, deciding the direction with a single word.

After a while, the sunlight became quite intense, making their skin feel slightly hot. The two walked out hand in hand, the golden halo falling on them, looking warm, but unable to dispel the heavy gloom deep in their hearts.

They stopped at the edge of an open field, surrounded only by the rustling of the wind through the grass.

Qian Renshang took a deep breath. The air was filled with the smell of warm earth and grass, making his lungs feel bloated.

"I'm leaving," he said, his voice slightly distorted by the wind.

Gu Yuena's hand tightened immediately, her nails leaving a slight indentation on the back of his hand.

She nodded, her jawline taut.

With a slight thought, Qian Renshang's dormant divine power within him suddenly awakened!
A dazzling golden light burst forth from his pores, instantly enveloping him and Gu Yuena, forming a radiant golden cocoon.

"boom--!!!"

Without warning, it was like a thunderclap out of nowhere!
A violent gust of air exploded outwards from them, whipping up dust and debris and emitting a terrifying shriek that seemed to tear through fabric!
The scorched earth beneath their feet was instantly pressed into a huge circular crater.

The cocoon of light suddenly rose from the ground, transforming into a golden beam that tore through the sky!

"Whoosh—Boom!"

The sound of breaking the sound barrier arrived late, leaving behind a rolling shockwave and a trail of white mist that lingered for a long time.

Meanwhile, in the sky, two meteors were streaking across the remaining haze at a terrifying speed that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye, hurtling toward the heart of the Heavenly Dou Empire!

The next moment, Gu Yuena and Qian Renshang's vision suddenly rose and widened, revealing everything on the ground...

The fields are dotted with narrow ridges, the low, indistinct rooftops of distant villages stand out, and further still, the mountains rise and fall in a bluish-gray hue...

They all seemed to be suddenly pulled backward by an invisible hand, instantly blurring into a flowing mass of color.

The wind was no longer the wind; it was countless cold, hard needles, pounding wildly against my eardrums, filling my nasal cavity, and clogging every inch of my skin. (End of Chapter)