Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

"Senior, are you really going to let that crazy woman go with A-Cheng?"

Gu Yuena frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping over the empty sky and the throne. Her figure flashed like a ghost to Long Yaoqing's side in an instant, her tone full of barely suppressed anxiety.

"He has his reasons, let him be." Long Yaoqing gazed at the empty space outside the hall, his voice tinged with helplessness, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the corner of his sleeve.

Every decision Tianmu makes is driven by a reckless, adventurous spirit that leaves others on the edge of their seats.

“His true form is a born gambler.” Jin Tianming leaned against a pillar in the palace, his golden eyes half-closed, his tone calm and even, but then his tone suddenly changed, “But that guy only bets on chips that he is 100% sure of winning, so you don’t need to worry about it so much.”

Long Yaoqing and Gu Yuena exchanged a glance, both seeing worry in each other's eyes, but ultimately said nothing more and could only calmly wait in the hall.

At this moment, all they can do is believe that the sky is itself.

A special space shrouded in a pale golden halo—this is the spiritual sea that Tianmucheng specially created to store the memories of the dragon soul.

He treasured every memory of the Dragon Soul, carefully preserving them.

At this moment, he was leading Ye Xishui slowly to the memory display stand, preparing to examine Sheng Yangyue's past together.

“Yang Yue, he is my seventh child, and also the one who understands me best. I have never treated any of them as pawns.” Tian Mucheng gazed into the void, his voice carrying a hint of tenderness.

He slowly raised his hand, and a crystal-clear memory bubble appeared in his palm, containing fragments of Sheng Yangyue's memories.

With a gentle touch of their fingertips, the memory bubble burst open, and a dazzling scene unfolded before their eyes like a tide.

Ye Xishui tilted her head back, her clear eyes filled with curiosity, her gaze following the ever-changing scenes.

Tian Mucheng's voice rang out from the side: "That day, I told him the whole story, and do you know what choice he ultimately made?"

Upon hearing this question, Ye Xishui pursed her lips and remained silent.

She didn't answer, because the images flashing in her memory had already clearly presented the answer before her eyes.

"I, Sheng Yangyue, will surely bring you a new body, my lord! Even if the road ahead is full of death! I will find you a new life!" Tian Mucheng repeated the words from his memory, his voice gradually lowering. After a moment of silence, he continued, "I respect the choices of every dragon soul with all my heart."

Whether it's the lazy and carefree Mo Yan, the arrogant Jin Tianming, or the self-sacrificing Yang Yue, they are all uniquely good children in my eyes.

"Then... you should be able to revive him, right?" Ye Xishui looked at Tian Mucheng's profile and finally couldn't help but ask, her tone filled with anticipation.

“I’m sorry.” Tian Mucheng slowly shook his head, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes. “Although I have the authority to resurrect him, he and I are in completely different eras. Unless I can break through the shackles and become a god, I simply cannot cross time and space to call him back.”

"The path to godhood is destined to involve facing those high and mighty beings in the divine realm."

"Why?" Ye Xishui asked, her eyes filled with confusion.

“Let’s continue from what Tianming just said.” Tian Mucheng turned around, his gaze as deep as the night, and began to tell Ye Xishui about the hidden past of the God Realm and the existence of Tang San. “The existence of the God Realm does indeed protect the stability of the Douluo Plane on the surface, but beneath that seemingly peaceful surface, there are always people whose ambitions are constantly growing and expanding.”

"And that person was Tang San, the Sea God from ten thousand years ago. As a dual God King, he not only attempted to turn the Douluo Plane into his own private backyard, but also wanted to control the entire God Realm and become the sole ruler."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xishui's body trembled violently, her pupils contracted sharply, and she stared intently at Tian Mucheng, as if trying to discern the truthfulness of his words from his face.

She never expected that today she would not only learn about the entire past of Sheng Yangyue, but also unexpectedly hear the shocking secrets of Tang San, the legendary figure of Shrek Academy.

This... this completely overturned her cognition.

"Are you surprised?" Tian Muchen asked calmly, looking at her shocked expression.

“Indeed…it’s too unexpected.” Ye Xishui composed herself, nodded in acknowledgment, then frowned, saying with a hint of confusion, “In that case, you should be able to seek cooperation from other gods, right?” “How could the offspring of gods possibly look favorably upon a human who struggles to become a god through his own efforts?” Tian Mucheng’s words fell lightly, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly fell into dead silence.

Ye Xishui remained silent, a bitter feeling rising in her heart.

He's right. Like begets like, and rats are born to burrow. Just like in the eyes of the world, evil spirit masters can only ever be evil spirit masters, and can never get rid of their predetermined labels.

Tian Mucheng had actually planned this all along; he never intended to cooperate with the native gods of the divine realm.

In his view, a simple-minded god like the God of Destruction was no match for the cunning Tang San. Cooperating with him would only expose his own trump cards and ultimately lead to his own downfall.

Therefore, he has always acted cautiously, knowing that one wrong step could lead to utter ruin.

Silence lingered in the air for a long time before Ye Xishui finally sorted out the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

When she looked at Tian Mucheng again, the hostility in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a complex emotion. She asked softly, "If you can truly become a god, will you resurrect Sheng Yangyue?"

“I will,” Tian Mucheng answered without hesitation, his tone firm and solemn. “I will never forget the sacrifices and contributions anyone has made for me.”

"Hehe~" Ye Xishui chuckled softly, a complex smile curving her lips. It seemed as if a thousand words were stuck in her throat, but in the end, she could only say, "Let's leave here first, otherwise your loyal subordinates will probably be running around in circles with worry."

"Wait a moment." As if remembering something, the Sky Image raised its hand and took out another Memory Bubble, handing it to Ye Xishui. "Take a look at it. This is something Yang Yue specifically asked me to give you after you see me."

The moment Ye Xishui's fingertips touched the memory bubble, the surrounding space rippled violently, and the next second, that memory realm completely vanished.

The two returned to the main hall. When Long Yaoqing, Gu Yuena and Jin Tianming saw Tian Mucheng appear, their expressions immediately turned serious and they quickly surrounded him.

Seeing the three of them instantly assume a protective stance, firmly shielding Tian Mucheng behind them, Ye Xishui's expression remained unchanged.

She pinched the memory bubble between her fingertips and gently pressed it onto her forehead.

In an instant, a strange memory surged into Ye Xishui's mind like a flood bursting its banks, and the sharp, throbbing pain almost tore her head apart.

She staggered back half a step, and it took her a while to recover. She looked at Tian Mucheng to the side, panting heavily, and then burst out with laughter that she had been suppressing for a long time.

"I see... I see..."

"Hahaha... So that's how it is... He had it all planned out all along..."

"Hahahaha... What a brilliant plan..."

Long Yaoqing and Gu Yuena looked at Ye Xishui, who suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter, with increasingly wary eyes. They secretly exchanged a glance and saw the same doubt in each other's eyes: Could this woman really be crazy?
Ye Xishui's laughter gradually subsided. She wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, and her gaze fell on Tian Mucheng again. She asked in a complicated tone, "You really will revive him, right?"

“That’s natural, if…” Tian Mucheng nodded, about to say something more, but was interrupted by Ye Xishui.

"Never mind." Ye Xishui waved her hand, a relieved smile on her face. "Actually, I was already dead at that moment. The only reason I'm still alive is because of what he said back then. Now it seems that my mission... should be completed."

"Spatial exchange of fate... Hahahaha, you damned Yangyue, you've set up a huge trap for me, calculating and manipulating me from beginning to end..."

Ye Xishui smiled, but her eyes suddenly hardened.

She slowly raised her fair and jade-like right palm, and amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, she thrust it into her own chest without hesitation, pulling out a silver-white sphere that emitted a faint glow.

That is the spatial authority of the Holy Sun Moon!
"Come! Let me use this remaining life of yours to pave the way for your future ascension to godhood!"

...(End of chapter)