Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

"This place?" Ye Xishui followed Jin Tianming into the strange realm where ice and fire intertwined. She could even feel the alternating hot and cold air currents in the air with her fingertips. Her eyes were full of surprise.

Having lived this long, this is the first time I've ever known that such a secret realm is hidden in the Douluo Continent.

She sighed inwardly, realizing that her understanding of this continent was still too narrow after just breaking through to become a Limit Douluo.

"It's just a small plane that's attached to Douluo Continent." Jin Tianming said in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. "In fact, Douluo Star, which is under our feet, is itself an independent plane in the vast starry sky."

"Aren't there other planes besides the Douluo plane?" Ye Xishui quickly grasped the key point and asked.

Since both the minor planes and the Douluo plane truly exist, then by this reasoning, there must be countless other planes of varying sizes floating outside the Douluo plane, Ye Xishui quickly made a judgment in her mind.

“That’s right.” Jin Tianming nodded, his expression turning slightly serious as he began to explain, “In the universe outside the Douluo plane, there are indeed countless planes scattered throughout. These planes are not at peace with each other; on the contrary, they often invade and devour each other due to a lack of resources, resulting in extremely tragic scenes.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Xishui frowned slightly, her face full of doubt: "The Douluo plane is rich in resources, and its soul beasts and soul rings are especially abundant. Logically speaking, it should be the easiest target, but why have I never seen a single sign of a plane invasion in all my years of life?"

"Then, senior, what do you think is the reason why the Douluo plane hasn't been invaded by other planes?" Jin Tianming asked in return.

"A deity?" Ye Xishui reacted quickly and blurted out.

The Limit Douluo is the pinnacle of a Soul Master's body, but above the pinnacle lies the legendary god.

Ye Xishui instantly realized the key point—the Douluo plane has remained safe and sound for thousands of years, surely because there are gods protecting it in the dark. Only the power of the gods can deter those covetous forces from other planes.

"Well, let that person answer our questions."

As Jin Tianming finished speaking, he slowly stopped in front of an entrance covered in ice crystals. Not far away, a figure dressed in a long silver dress stood quietly; it was Long Yaoqing who had come to greet them.

He nodded to the woman and said, "Long time no see, Yaoqing."

Long Yaoqing's cold gaze lingered on Ye Xishui for a moment before he looked away and said calmly, "Master has been waiting inside for a long time. Please follow me."

Jin Tianming nodded, signaling Ye Xishui to follow, but Ye Xishui's gaze was fixed on Long Yaoqing's back as if drawn by a magnet.

She could clearly feel the subtle pressure emanating from the other person, but she dared not hesitate for a moment and followed closely behind them.

This woman is even more powerful than I initially sensed, and what kind of being is that deity?

However, when she followed Long Yaoqing and Jin Tianming to push open the seemingly ordinary wooden door, she was completely stunned—it was not the ordinary house she had expected, but a boundless independent space.

The space was filled with faint spiritual fluctuations, resembling the domain of a Soul Master, yet far more vast and profound, more like a fantastical world constructed from pure spiritual power.

"Just how much mental strength does it take to construct such a vast space?" Ye Xishui's heart was filled with shock. Even the ferocious beast Evil Eye Tyrant, which left a deep impression on her, was probably no match for the mental strength of the owner of this space. It was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Led by Long Yaoqing, they passed through layers of light and shadow and finally arrived at the foot of a golden throne that was suspended in mid-air.

When Ye Xishui subconsciously looked up and saw the figure sitting on the lone throne, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she was dumbfounded—the silhouette, the aura, even made her vaguely see the shadow of Yang Yue. However, she quickly forced herself back to her senses, thinking that she was just too missing her old friend and had a hallucination. After all, the person on the throne only felt somewhat familiar to her.

"Are you the legendary immortal god?" Ye Xishui suppressed her shock and stepped forward with firm steps to question him, her eyes showing no fear.

Seeing this, Long Yaoqing immediately stepped forward and stretched out his arm to stop her: "Miss Ye, please calm down and don't be rude to the master."

"Yaoqing, let her come over," Tian Muchen said slowly. "She has the right to know all this."

Upon hearing this, Long Yaoqing's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent for a long time before slowly withdrawing his blocking arm and making way for Ye Xishui.

Ye Xishui said nothing more, her gaze fixed on the sky above the throne, and walked step by step toward that highest place.

Long Yaoqing stood still, his gaze fixed on her back like that of a hawk, constantly on guard against any impulsive actions she might take.

Moreover, in the shadowy corner of the space, Gu Yuena's figure was hidden, her pair of amethyst eyes also locked on Ye Xishui, and the elemental power around her was quietly surging, not daring to relax for a moment.

Ye Xishui walked slowly to Tian Mucheng and carefully examined him for a moment before confirming that she had not misjudged him—the features of the young man in front of her were strikingly similar to those of Sheng Yangyue, and also vaguely resembled those of Jin Tianming.

She raised an eyebrow, her tone scrutinizing: "You're the immortal god they speak of? Look at you, so weak you look like you could be blown away by a gust of wind, as if you might breathe your last at any moment."

Upon hearing these words, Long Yaoqing's aura instantly intensified. His already intense gaze became even more icy as he stared intently at Ye Xishui, his soul power subtly fluctuating.

Tian Mucheng didn't take Ye Xishui's blunt question seriously. He didn't make any excuses, but instead nodded frankly and admitted with a hint of self-deprecation, "Yes, to be honest, I'm not a real god. At most, I'm just an ordinary person who's trying his best to survive."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xishui couldn't help but chuckle, her laughter carrying a hint of mockery and sharpness: "Heh~ Since you're just an ordinary person who wants to live, what do you take them for? Pawns to prolong your life?"

"You're quite clever, managing to see through this trick at a glance?"

Tian Mucheng showed no surprise. He knew Ye Xishui's methods all too well. How could a woman who could manipulate two top experts like Mu En and Long Xiaoyao in the original work be simple-minded?
"Stop beating around the bush, answer me!" Ye Xishui's voice suddenly turned sharp, her eyes were as sharp as knives, and her attitude was unyielding and unquestionable.

Tian Mucheng leaned on the armrest of the throne beside him and stood up with difficulty. A trace of fatigue appeared on his pale face. He reached out his hand to Ye Xishui and said in a pleading voice, "Miss Ye Xishui, could you please help me walk a little further?"

Ye Xishui frowned slightly, but did not immediately reach out to help.

Seeing this, Long Yaoqing below took a step forward, but was stopped by Tian Mucheng raising his hand.

He turned his head and looked intently at Ye Xishui: "How about we use Yang Yue's memories as a guide for this journey? Perhaps the things you want to know are all in there."

Upon hearing the words "Yang Yue's Memories," Ye Xishui's body paused almost imperceptibly. After a moment of hesitation and struggle, she finally reached out and supported the young man in front of her, who was more than two hundred years younger than her but exuded an inexplicable sense of vicissitude.

...(End of chapter)