Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 192 My Brother's Aura

This is indeed a heartbreaking and regrettable event, and even Chen Xinjie looked grief-stricken.

Seeing this, Yun Ming felt regretful, but he didn't want the atmosphere to become gloomy again. He gently patted Zang Xin's shoulder and his tone softened with surprise and certainty: "Let's put this matter aside for now. Perhaps fate has its own plan."

"Every cloud has a silver lining. You may not know that I have been observing Wu Lin for a long time and have discovered that this child seems to have his own world within him, containing some kind of profound opportunity that even I find difficult to fully grasp."

"His physical strength far surpasses that of his peers, and is even comparable to some Soul Masters who specialize in physical training. His blood and qi are so vigorous that they are like a young dragon lying in wait."

Keep in mind that Wu Lin is still a child; his martial spirit, nourished by the bloodline of the Sea God, must be extraordinary.

"Although the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire is a supreme treasure of external power, we old folks are still here, and we nurture it day and night with the primordial power of our half-step divine beings."

Is guidance really less valuable than a prime location? By doing everything in our power to pave the way for it, we can help it take off just as easily.

Yun Ming's words, filled with strong confidence and unreserved expectations for Tang Wulin, successfully pulled Zang Xin out of his resentment.

The three then talked almost exclusively about Tang Wulin: how to cultivate him, how to build momentum for him, how to protect him, and how to efficiently integrate the remaining forces of Shrek Academy and Tang Sect to support him—the atmosphere was heavy, but it was full of determination to rebuild from the ashes and an upward force.

Although Shrek City beneath their feet was still a shocking ruin, in their hearts, a hopeful blueprint for its reconstruction, led by the Son of God, had begun to take shape.

After a long silence, Chen Xinjie stood up first, his sea-blue eyes gazing into the distance. He said in a deep voice, "With Shrek Academy and Tang Sect suffering such a calamity, those restless forces within the Federation will likely not remain calm. The power structure within the Spirit Pagoda, the Temple of War, and even the Council will inevitably change. I must return to the military headquarters as soon as possible to oversee things, lest some people take advantage of this opportunity to do things that are detrimental to stability or even the growth of the Son of God."

Upon hearing this, Zang Xin was filled with pride and declared loudly, "Brother Chen, go ahead with confidence! As long as we old folks are still breathing and standing under this golden ancient tree, no one in the Federation will dare to truly overturn the table! Anyone who dares to show their face will have to ask our Martial Souls for permission first!"

Yun Ming nodded slightly, his gaze deep: "Brother Chen, I'm leaving the rear to you. Be careful."

Chen Xinjie solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute, said no more, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, swiftly disappearing into the horizon.

After discussing some details with Yun Ming, Zang Xin took his leave and began arranging matters for the Tang Clan.

After the commotion subsided, only Yun Ming remained on the enormous golden tree. The last rays of the setting sun cast a long shadow of him across the mottled, scorched earth.

The excitement of discussing the future gradually faded, and a deep weariness and a profound longing surged into my heart like a tide.

He leaned slowly against the trunk of the ancient tree, raising his hand to gently stroke the rough bark, as if he could draw a trace of illusory comfort from it.

Her gaze softened, becoming distant and tender, as she murmured softly, as if speaking to an ancient tree, or calling out to a lover far away: "Yali—if ​​only you were still here. Look, the hope of becoming a god has appeared, right beside us. If we could both seize this opportunity to take that step and attain godhood—surely, the difficulty of infertility that has troubled us would also be resolved? We—perhaps—could have a child of our own—"

His voice grew softer and softer, filled with endless regret and sorrow. He truly felt that the new life energy permeating the world and nourishing the plane carried a familiar feeling that stirred his soul. It was the gentleness and compassion that belonged only to Yali, even though it was mixed with a lot of cold and vast divinity that he could not understand.

He opened his arms, vaguely embracing the air in front of him, and closed his eyes, as if in this way he could cross the distance between life and death and embrace that unforgettable figure.

Yunming was clearly repressed, sexually repressed.

At this very moment, far above the heavens, in a place where the light cannot reach, Ya Li, whose body and mind are closely connected with the life core of the Douluo plane, is not immersed in past memories like Yun Ming.

The passage of time, the change of identity, and the existence of the strange seed within her body had already unknowingly altered her state of mind.

When she tried her best to return to Douluo Continent, her biggest concerns were undoubtedly Shrek Academy and Yun Ming.

But now, her heart carries more than just the breath and joy of the entire Douluo Continent, and the survival of billions of living beings.

Even the figure of Haros, the evil god who forcibly entered her life, brought endless humiliation and pain, yet unexpectedly gave her a new life, brought hope of saving the plane, and left a "mystery" in her body, also lingered in her heart in a complicated way, strangely intertwined with her sense of responsibility to Douluo.

She continuously transforms the primordial essence of reincarnation from the chants of the underworld into nourishing rain that sustains the planes.

Time flowed quietly through her divine work, and thanks to her efforts, the Douluo Continent, riddled with holes, finally showed signs of true recovery, albeit slowly, but steadily and continuously.

Everyone on the continent, whether a Soul Master or an ordinary citizen, can clearly feel that the world beneath their feet is getting better day by day, the air is fresher, cultivation is smoother, and all things are more vibrant.

Several more years have quietly passed.

After several years of recuperation and covert preparation, the remaining forces of Shrek Academy and Tang Sect have been initially integrated.

At a crucial meeting that could influence the Federation's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall structure or framework of the Federation), the two organizations jointly issued a statement that shocked the continent—officially announcing Tang Wulin's identity as the "Son of the Sea God"! And confirming that he possesses the direct lineage of the Sea God Tang San's martial souls: the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer!

This unique combination of twin martial souls served as the most powerful evidence, instantly shattering all doubts.

The mainland was in an uproar, and public opinion was boiling! Although the reputation of Shrek Academy and Tang Sect had fallen due to the great calamity, it was pushed to an unprecedented height in another way because of the arrival of this "Child of God".

Countless forces are re-evaluating the landscape, and many young soul masters and passionate citizens see Tang Wulin as a symbol of hope, yearning to join Shrek Academy and Tang Sect, follow in the footsteps of the Son of God, and recreate the glory of ten thousand years ago.

The pace of reconstruction has thus been injected with powerful new momentum.

However, beneath this ever-growing vitality, deep within the heart of the Starry Sky Forest, unseen by the human world, lies the Lake of Life.

The atmosphere in that hidden and vast space at the bottom of the lake is completely different from what it was many years ago.

Having successfully survived the Heavenly Tribulation, shed his mortal beast form, and condensed his divine essence, the Beast God Di Tian still retained the appearance of a man in black, but the aura flowing around him became increasingly profound and majestic, carrying a sense of oppression befitting a god.

He and the equally alluring and enchanting third-level goddess and demon queen, Zi Ji, were kneeling on the ground with utmost respect.

Before them, the enormous dragon head, covered in shimmering silver scales, twitched slightly. Its tightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of deep pupils, as dark as the starry sky, yet burning with faint silver flames.

An indescribable, ancient pressure, surpassing all things, spread out.

The Silver Dragon King's ancient and deep voice echoed in the space, carrying a subtle tremor and disbelief: "I—I felt it—".

"My brother's aura—"

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