Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Qian Renxue knelt in mid-air, tears silently streaming down her face. In her hand, the light of the Holy Sword of Light gradually dimmed, as if it too was grieving for what had just happened.

The scene kept replaying in her mind—her mother's gentle smile, her mother's relieved gaze, her mother's figure dissipating into starlight. She reached out, trying to grasp the starlight, but it slipped through her fingers and vanished into the world.

"Mother..." she called softly, her voice choked with emotion.

She recalled many years ago, when she was just a little girl, how many times she had fantasized about her mother's embrace. She imagined her mother holding her and telling her stories; she imagined her mother teaching her self-cultivation and how to be a good person; she imagined her mother would stand against the whole world to protect her. Those fantasies were the most beautiful comfort of her childhood and the softest spot in her heart.

But reality was cruel. Bibi Dong was indifferent and distant towards her, even abandoning her when she needed her mother most. She once hated her mother, hated her heartlessness, hated her cruelty, hated the many innocent people she had hurt. She once swore that she would never forgive her mother in this lifetime.

Until Lin Yao appeared.

That man, with his gentleness and patience, gradually melted the ice in her heart. He told her that Bibi Dong was also a victim, a pitiful person toyed with by fate. He told her that Bibi Dong was once a kind, gentle, and idealistic girl, but her mind was corrupted by an evil deity, which led her to commit those wrongdoings. He told her that forgiveness is not weakness, but a strength, a strength that frees one from hatred.

With Lin Yao's guidance, she gradually understood her mother's predicament and began to forgive her. She knew that her mother didn't not love her; she was simply driven to desperation by fate, which led her to make those choices. She also knew that deep down, her mother had always retained that love for her, only it had been obscured by evil forces.

And now, she finally met her true mother—the kind and gentle mother who had not been corrupted by evil. Although it was only a brief encounter, only a conversation in the sea of ​​spirits, it was enough for her.

"Mother, don't worry." Qian Renxue wiped away her tears, her eyes shining with determination. "I will definitely resurrect you. I will."

She stood up and looked at the enormous golden corpse on the ground—the Golden Dragon King. Its body had been cleaved in two by a single sword strike, and its golden blood stained the earth. But Qian Renxue knew that the Golden Dragon King was not truly dead. It was half of the Dragon God, possessing near-immortal vitality; given enough time, it could recover.

But Qian Renxue wouldn't give it that chance.

She raised the Holy Sword of Light, and golden light once again shone from its blade. She channeled the angelic power within her, concentrating divine energy at the sword's tip, and then plunged the sword into the Golden Dragon King's head.

"The Sacred Seal!"

Golden light surged from the sword tip, flowing into the Golden Dragon King's body like a tide. The light intertwined within its body, forming profound runes that firmly sealed its soul and power. The Golden Dragon King's body began to shrink, from a thousand feet to a hundred feet, then from a hundred feet to ten feet, finally transforming into a small golden dragon only three feet long, lying quietly on the ground.

Qian Renxue sheathed the Holy Sword of Light and bent down to pick up the small golden dragon. She looked at it, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She knew that this Golden Dragon King was the Silver Dragon King's elder brother, one of the Dragon God's demigods, and would have an important purpose in the future. Lin Yao had once mentioned to her that if they wanted to completely resolve the crisis in the God Realm, they might need to use the Golden Dragon King's power.

"Let's keep it for now," she said softly, then sealed the Golden Dragon King in a crystal and stored it in her soul storage device.

After doing all this, she turned around and flew towards Qibao Mountain.

A somber atmosphere pervaded Qibao Mountain.

Ning Fengzhi collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as paper, his breath so weak it was almost imperceptible. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand had shattered, turning into a pile of fragments scattered on the ground. His martial spirit was completely shattered. From this day forward, he would be a cripple, forever unable to use his soul power.

But he was smiling.

Gu Rong rushed to his side, supporting him, her voice trembling, "Feng Zhi...you..."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, interrupting him. He looked at the dissipating light in the sky, at the girl kneeling and weeping in mid-air, at the sky stained red with blood, and said softly, "My mission... is complete... the rest... is up to them..."

His voice grew weaker and weaker until he finally closed his eyes.

But the smile on his face never disappeared.

"Dad!" Ning Rongrong rushed to Ning Fengzhi's side, tears streaming down her face. She held her father's hand, feeling his pulse grow weaker and weaker, her heart filled with grief and resentment. She knew her father had made that sacrifice to protect the mainland. But she still couldn't accept the fact that her father, the father who had loved and cared for her since childhood, had left her.

"Rongrong..." a weak voice rang out.

Ning Rongrong suddenly looked up and saw that Ning Fengzhi had opened his eyes again. His gaze was somewhat unfocused, but still carried a hint of warmth.

"Dad! You're awake!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed, both surprised and delighted.

Ning Fengzhi forced a smile, saying, "Silly child... I'm not dead yet... it's just... my martial spirit is shattered..."

"Then you..." Ning Rongrong didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry... I still have a few years left to live..." Ning Fengzhi coughed a few times, "Although I can no longer use my soul power... at least... I can still watch you get married..."

Ning Rongrong blushed and scolded, "Dad, what time is it? Why are you still saying these things!"

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said nothing more. His gaze passed over Ning Rongrong and fell upon the figure descending from the sky—Qian Renxue.

"Qian girl..." he said softly, "You did very well..."

Qian Renxue landed in front of him, looking at his pale face, a trace of guilt flashing in her eyes: "Uncle Ning, I'm sorry... I've dragged you into this..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "This is my own choice. It's an honor to be able to contribute to protecting the mainland."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, I didn't gain nothing at all. At the moment of the ring explosion, I saw many things... I saw the essence of power, I saw the true meaning of life... Although I paid a price, I think it was worth it."

Qian Renxue fell silent. She knew Ning Fengzhi was trying to comfort her. The price of the exploding soul ring was permanent and irreversible. From now on, he would never be able to use soul power again and would become an ordinary person. For a powerhouse who once stood at the pinnacle of the continent, this was more painful than death.

But she didn't say anything, she just nodded: "Uncle Ning, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to repair your martial spirit."

Ning Fengzhi smiled but didn't answer. He knew it was impossible. But he didn't want to dampen Qian Renxue's enthusiasm, so he simply patted her hand gently: "Okay, I'll wait."

Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a terrifying aura rapidly approaching from the direction of the divine realm passage. The aura was so powerful that it sent a chill down the spines of all the powerful figures present. Some of the weaker Soul Saints even collapsed to the ground, unable to stand.

Qian Renxue's expression turned serious. She could sense that the owner of that aura was none other than the God King of Light—Gong Changwei.

"He's here." She gripped the Holy Sword of Light tightly, her eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

Sure enough, a moment later, a golden figure rushed out from the divine realm passage and hovered in the sky. It was a tall man, wearing a golden robe and a crown of light, with a handsome face, but at this moment it was filled with anger and ferocity.

Gong Changwei.

His face was terrifyingly grim, his gaze like two sharp swords sweeping across the continent below. When he saw the sealed Golden Dragon King on the ground, his expression turned even more ashen.

"Very...very good..." His voice was icy, as if it came from the deepest hell, "You actually dared to kill my pet...and even dared to ruin my plans..."

His gaze fell on Qian Renxue, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Especially you, Angel God. You actually dared to ruin my plans and release Bibi Dong's soul. Do you know how much effort I spent imprisoning her?"

Qian Renxue met his gaze without fear: "You imprisoned my mother and used her to blackmail me, and you expect me to be polite to you?"

"Your mother?" Gong Changwei sneered. "That bitch, she doesn't even deserve to be called your mother! She's nothing but a pawn I use to control the Golden Dragon King. But it doesn't matter, since you let her go, I'll personally kill you all!"

He reached out and slapped Qian Renxue with his palm.

That palm strike contained terrifying power, seemingly capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. Wherever the palm wind passed, space distorted, and the rocks on the ground shattered.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, raised the Holy Sword of Light, and prepared to take the blow head-on.

But just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

Lin Yao.

He has emerged from quarantine.

He reached out his hand and gently clenched it, and the terrifying palm wind vanished without a trace.

Gong Changwei's expression changed: "Who are you?"

Lin Yao didn't answer, but simply looked at him quietly. His eyes shimmered with blood-red and gold light, as if two flames were burning within them. Behind him, a starry sky could be vaguely seen, with twinkling stars and flowing Milky Way.

He stood there, like a deity who had come from ancient times, looking down upon all living beings.

"Gong Changwei," Lin Yao finally spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable force, "your death is near."

Gong Changwei narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the young man before him. He could sense that this young man was incredibly powerful, even surpassing his own strength at his peak. But how could this be? How could such a powerful being be born in this lower realm?

"Who are you?" he asked again, his tone now more serious.

"My name is Lin Yao," Lin Yao said calmly. "You may not have heard of me, but that doesn't matter. Because you'll soon forget everything—when you die."

Gong Changwei's face turned extremely ugly: "Arrogant! Who do you think you are? Even if you have some strength, you're nothing more than an ant from the lower realm! I am the God King of Light, a being from another great divine realm! My strength far exceeds your imagination!"

"Is that so?" Lin Yao's lips curled into a cold smile. "Then you can try."

He reached out, and a sword appeared in his hand.

It was a longsword, entirely silver-white, its blade engraved with mysterious patterns and emitting a faint starlight. A star-shaped gem was inlaid on the hilt, radiating a soft glow. The entire sword exuded a chilling aura, as if it could cleave through anything.

Sword of Stars - A supreme artifact.

Gong Changwei's pupils contracted. He could sense that the sword contained an extremely terrifying power, even stronger than any divine weapon he had ever seen. Just who was this young man?

But he had no time to think. Because Lin Yao had already made his move.

He unleashed a sword strike, a silver blade of light slicing through the sky towards Gong Changwei. Wherever the sword light passed, space itself was torn apart, revealing streaks of black cracks.

Gong Changwei's expression changed drastically, and he quickly gathered his divine power to set up a golden barrier in front of him.

The sword's edge struck the barrier, producing a deafening roar. The barrier trembled violently, cracks appearing everywhere. Gong Changwei groaned, staggering back a few steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"How is this possible?!" he exclaimed. "How can you be so strong?!"

Lin Yao did not answer, but simply swung his sword again.

The second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword… sword after sword struck Gong Changwei like a storm. Each sword contained terrifying power, leaving Gong Changwei struggling to keep up.

Gong Changwei grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He discovered that he was being completely suppressed. This young man's strength far exceeded his expectations. Moreover, he could sense that the world was repelling him and suppressing his power. Every move he made consumed twice the divine power he usually did.

"Damn it!" he gritted his teeth, "This world is rejecting me!"

That's right, this is the will of the Douluo God Realm at work. Previously, with the God Realm—a place filled with the power of faith and authority—as a shield, Gong Changwei was able to conceal his aura. But when he descended upon Douluo Star, his aura was exposed. The will of the Douluo God Realm began to reject him, this outcast from another God Realm, suppressing his power.

His strength plummeted from above the half-step Supreme God King level to the Supreme God King level. Moreover, it continues to decline.

A sense of unease welled up in Gong Changwei's heart. He knew that if things continued like this, he would be killed by Lin Yao sooner or later. He had to leave this world as soon as possible and return to the God Realm to recover his strength.

But why would Lin Yao give him this opportunity?

"Trying to run?" Lin Yao sneered. "Too late."

He stretched out his hand, fingers spread wide. An invisible force emanated from his body, instantly enveloping the entire world.

"Star Realm - Sealed!"

Countless silver rays of light fell from the sky, weaving together into a massive net of light that enveloped the entire world. Gong Changwei tried to break through the net of light, but found it to be extremely resilient; even with his strength, he couldn't budge it in the slightest.

"What is this?!" he cried out in terror.

"This is the burial place prepared for you," Lin Yao said calmly.

He raised the Star Sword, and a terrifying power began to gather on its blade. The power was so great that the entire world trembled, and all the spectators felt a sense of suffocation.

Gong Changwei felt the threat of death. He frantically attacked the net of light, trying to break through the blockade. But all his efforts were in vain. The net of light tightened, trapping him firmly within.

"No—!!!" he roared in despair.

Lin Yao ignored him and closed his eyes. His mind sank into the Star Palace, communicating with the powers from different worlds.

The Dragon Beast Factor of WarGreymon, the Ancient Power of Ultra Dreadmon, the Five Elements Power of Qilin, the Light Power of Light of Ultra Tiga, the Demon Power of the Fox Demon, and the Soul Power of the Zanpakuto—under his guidance, these powers began to merge together.

They are no longer simply superimposed, but truly integrated, transforming into a brand new and purer force.

That was the power of the stars, the power that belonged to Lin Yao himself.

He opened his eyes, and two beams of silver light shot out from them.

"Stars—Annihilated!"

He thrust out with his sword.

That sword strike seemed to gather all the light in the universe. A silver beam of light extended from the Star Sword, instantly piercing through Gong Changwei's body.

Gong Changwei froze. He looked down at the fist-sized hole in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This...how is this possible..."

His body began to collapse, turning into starlight and dissipating into the world.

The God of Light, Gong Changwei, is dead.

In the sky, the silver pillar of light gradually dissipated. Lin Yao sheathed the Star Sword and stood quietly in mid-air, looking at the spot where Gong Changwei had vanished. There was no joy or pride in his eyes, only a sense of calm.

He knew this was just the beginning.

Although Gong Changwei is dead, the powerful network behind him still exists. Moreover, Gong Changwei was merely an avatar of an unknown entity; the true mastermind has yet to appear.

The road ahead is still long.

But he wasn't afraid.

Because he has partners, friends, and lovers. They have the strength, confidence, and determination to protect this land.

He turned around and looked down at the continent, at the people cheering, at the people weeping, at the people praying.

A smile appeared on his lips.

"We won," he said softly.