Douluo Continent: The Eye of Truth

Chapter 234 The Death of Long Haochen

At this moment, Long Haochen had a bitter smile on his face.

The people in front of me exuded an aura and a sense of oppression.

It is in no way inferior to his prime.

However, his current strength is no longer at its peak.

"Aren't you afraid that things will eventually get out of control by acting this way?"

"The existence of the God of Divine Punishment, and the threat he poses to the world."

"I don't believe you're unaware of such strength."

Upon hearing this, the leaders of the various schools of thought simply snorted coldly.

Some people felt pity, some were surprised, and some even looked at Long Haochen with disdain.

At this moment, the leader of the Truth School slowly spoke.

"What does it matter whether it exists or is destroyed?"

"Placing your hopes on the pity of others, placing your hopes on the promises of others."

"Isn't this idea ridiculous?"

"Since the problem of the God of Divine Punishment already exists..."

"Then we should not use such mild methods to try to gain their approval."

"Isn't it putting the cart before the horse to place your hopes on others?"

"We originally thought that you, Long Haochen, were a hero from ten thousand years ago."

"The first president of the Temple Federation must have been a man of extraordinary talent."

"Now that I see it, I am quite disappointed, but even so..."

"We will continue to pay you the highest respect."

"Here's something befitting your status as the first president of the Holy Temple Federation."

"die."

Since things have come to this point, there's naturally no room for compromise.

Long Haochen naturally wouldn't just sit idly by and wait to die.

In his hand appeared the sword of life and creation that had once been broken.

At the same time, his armor returned to its original state.

Even though he was all show and no substance, Long Haochen seemed to have traveled back ten thousand years.

The way he fought alongside his comrades, well, it's just a pity that now he's all alone.

Even his contracted partner, Haoyue, is no longer here.

Ten thousand years passed under his control on the Holy Demon Continent.

Now, his former partners have all parted ways with him.

They may die from exhaustion of life or depart in despair.

Even now, the memories of fighting side by side against the demons are still so vivid.

Unfortunately, time cannot be reversed, and everything can never be brought back.

The leader of the killing school completely suppressed his murderous intent at this moment.

It transformed into a blood-red longsword in his hand.

Within the blade lies an essence formed from the condensation of endless blood and qi.

It is accompanied by the resentment of those who died in the slaughter.

It merged with the murderous intent of the entire school of killing.

What ultimately condenses is not death and pain, but pure slaughter.

Killing is the means, and this blood-red longsword is the method of carrying out those means.

The Killing School – One-Slash Killing God.

Failure is not terrible, and death is nothing to fear.

And they can maintain an indomitable fighting spirit even in the face of failure and death.

Everything can change until the very last moment when everything is settled.

Firmly upholding one's will and uniting as one—this is the art of the school of war.

Behind the leaders of the war school.

Countless phantom images of warriors appeared.

Some of them are still active soldiers on the battlefield.

Some were heroic spirits who had already died on the battlefield, but whose fighting spirit remained undiminished.

The School of Warfare – The Spirit of War Never Dies.

Unique and unparalleled in the world.

Like the moon in the sky, like the people on earth.

Unlike the other nine major schools, the Peerless School has only one lineage.

This lineage will only have one true successor.

And the members of other schools of thought will eventually become...

The whetstone that sharpens this peerless blade.

It integrates and synthesizes the skills of many schools.

Ultimately, he created his own theory and brought it to its pinnacle.

To pave the way forward for the next generation of the peerless school.

Perhaps the leader of the Musou School excels in battlefield tactics and various large-scale destructive capabilities.

Unlike other schools of thought, the Peerless School focuses solely on cultivating skills.

Every successor of the Peerless School.

They will all surpass the previous leader of the Peerless School.

The Truth School's distortion of the law.

The dimensional school's control over space and time.

A virtual deity created by the theologians.

Countless war puppets of the Mobile School.

The transformation equation presented by the extraction school.

The Fusion School integrates all things in the world.

The world school's explanation of the world.

In just over a decade, various schools of thought have refined and developed the direction.

A hundred flowers bloomed, displaying themselves before Long Haochen.

Seeing this, Long Haochen couldn't help but smile wryly and said softly.

"Am I really wrong? Am I limiting the development of humanity?"

"If I don't impose restrictions, this development over the past ten thousand years will..."

"Even if it's a god of divine retribution, can he really destroy humanity completely?"

"Maybe I really was wrong."

At this moment, Long Haochen felt a pang of regret.

However, today, the hostility between the two sides is no longer a personal conflict, but a conflict of identities.

The ten school leaders present paid their utmost respect to this former president of the Temple Federation.

To kill their opponent, they indeed used the most advanced power of their school at that time.

They did not show up because the leaders of other schools of thought, who were also rivals, were present.

Therefore, instead of hiding it, he showed his full strength without reservation.

This is not just out of respect for Long Haochen, but also because of their belief.

The school of thought will continue to develop more and more powerful methods, reaching even greater heights in the future.

And this is just the beginning, even if we expose our existing methods.

They remain confident in leading their school of thought to innovate and make it even stronger.

The final battle concluded, and the battlefield space overlapped with the Holy Demon Continent once again.

The light elemental spirits of heaven and earth were all in mourning.

Blood-red rain fell from the sky.

The whole world is grieving for the passing of one person.

He is Long Haochen, the Son of Light, Chairman of the Federation, Demon-Slaying Hero, and Knight Leader.

It's just a pity that perhaps Long Haochen was once the protagonist of this world.

Justice, courage, and fearlessness are goals that everyone admires.

However, over the past ten thousand years, Long Haochen has been driven by his own selfish desires.

He manipulates the entire Holy Temple Federation from behind the scenes, just like his grandfather, the Demon Emperor, whom he once misunderstood.

Long Haochen has gradually become the kind of person he used to despise.

The hero who slayed the dragon eventually became the dragon himself.

However, this time it was not the hero who defeated the evil dragon.

Rather, they are a group of people who clearly understand what they are doing.

But the evil dragon remained steadfast in its chosen path.

The dazzling light slowly dissipated, and only then did Sheng Cai'er and Long Dangdang arrive late.

They watched as Long Haochen turned into specks of light and vanished into the world.

Both of them felt a deep sorrow in their hearts.

Especially Saint-Charles, whose string of eternal melodies hanging around her neck shattered in an instant.

Saint Cher seemed to have lost her pillar of support.

Her once beautiful purple hair turned pale in an instant.

Only Sheng Cai'er could sense Long Haochen's feelings at the last moment.

The emotions he left behind in this world were a mixture of regret and relief.

At the last moment, Long Haochen felt relieved.

However, Saint Cherrie's permissions were causing her some confusion.

In fact, Saint Cher didn't have any particularly grand ideals.

As the Holy Maiden of Reincarnation, her mission ended after she defeated the demons.

After that, she was Sheng Cai'er, and only Sheng Cai'er; she was Long Haochen's lover.

She devoted her whole heart to that person who cared for the world.

All her thoughts, worries, and anxieties were focused on Long Haochen.

Now that Long Haochen is dead, Sheng Cai'er has lost the will to continue living.

The Grim Reaper's scythe appeared in Saint Cher's hand, her heart filled with a mixture of pain and rage.

Saint Cher looked at the ten school leaders present with murderous intent.

But in the end, Saint Cher did not choose to take action.

His murderous intent dissipated like a punctured balloon.

Suddenly, the Grim Reaper's scythe in her hand flashed.

Ultimately, it happened to him, ending his own life.

For Saint Cher, perhaps this is the perfect moment to have a big fight with everyone present.

She was able to vent her anger to the fullest extent.

But what was more important to her at this moment was to follow in Long Haochen's footsteps.

Since Long Haochen had already found peace at the end of his life.

Now, Saint Cherrie should be at peace with it.

The ten school leaders simply watched this scene with indifference.

Although keeping Long Haochen alive would not pose a threat to them.

But only Long Aochen, the representative of the old era, died completely.

Only then can the era of the Holy Temple Federation be completely over.

Otherwise, as long as Long Haochen doesn't die.

Whether he likes it or not, those old-fashioned forces that were once lurking in the shadows...

They will eventually stir up trouble in the shadows, and could reignite at any moment.

Only Long Haochen's death can truly end this era.

"Don't worry, everything is arranged."

The head of the world school of thought, like the once-bright moon.

"Let Long Haochen and Sheng Cai'er be like Austin Griffin in the past."

"Become a brand new life and be born into this world."

At this moment, Long Dangdang below was equivalent to a level 5, 9th rank expert.

Upon hearing this, he stood there, somewhat stunned.

"What do you mean by that?"

At this moment, the leader of the Killing School looked at Long Dangdang and snorted coldly.

"The debate between schools of thought is essentially about who is the most capable."

"You wouldn't think we're so petty."

"This joint effort is just to eliminate someone who could potentially pose a threat to us."

"He who was once known as Long Haochen is now dead."

"We will naturally not pursue the matter further."

"And whether he can grow up in the new era."

"That's none of our business," the leader of the Killing School scoffed.

"However, since you are unwilling to become a member of my school of killing."

"Then you can develop on your own. I just hope you don't end up dying at the hands of Austin Griffin."

"Otherwise, wouldn't that be a bit too boring?"

"As for anything else, I don't want to say anything more."

Immediately, the leader of the Killing School transformed into a streak of blood and departed from the scene.

Few leaders of other schools of thought were willing to linger there any longer.

Only the leaders of the war school remained.

Looking at Long Dangdang in front of him, he said, "Would you be willing to join my School of War?"

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"Is the fighting over there over?"

A zombie engulfed in dark red flames spoke.

"It should be over now, and the plan should move on to the next phase."

The entirely silver-white skeleton responded.

"I just don't know how many of us will survive this time."

"Who cares? If it weren't for my bad luck in dying in the undead tide before..."

"Otherwise, I'd like to try my hand at being the founder of a school of thought."

The Flame Zombie laughed heartily as it spoke.

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After losing Long Haochen.

The Holy Demon Continent has ushered in a new era.

In this era, various schools of thought and factions were divided.

It's not just a conflict between the dead and humans.

The whole world seems to be in chaos right now.

Organized by school of thought, various groups constantly waged war against each other.

However, the same organizations actually lost personnel.

Because games using various methods are not as numerous as the real wars of the past.

This era was referred to by various schools of thought as the "discussion of the Way".

In this era, countless schools of thought on elementary education perished.

Countless more elementary schools of thought emerged amidst the tides of the times.

Such competition and the flourishing of diverse approaches have also led to considerable development.

The gods who originally existed only in legends now exist in the Holy Demon Continent.

While not ubiquitous, they are still quite numerous.

Although all schools of thought are still constrained by the limits of spiritual power.

However, they have various means to circumvent this constraint and continue their development.

Gradually, these schools of thought became dissatisfied with merely fighting each other on the plane of the Holy Demon Continent.

Their footsteps continued to expand into other dimensions.

One plane, two planes, four planes.

After each plane is developed.

The indigenous people among them would be absorbed by these schools of thought and become part of them.

Influenced by the ideas of various schools of thought, many new schools of thought will emerge from this.

One act ends and another begins, and so centuries and millennia pass.

The schools of thought today are on a completely different scale compared to those of the past.

Any school of thought with even a modicum of fame is based on beings from at least one plane of existence.

The truly powerful schools of thought span dozens or even hundreds of planes.

As for the god of divine retribution? The god of heavenly protection?

Given their sheer number, their existence seems somewhat insignificant.

Even within the schools of killing and war, they are still high-ranking members.

However, their power is no longer sufficient to dictate the course of the world.

Nowadays, only schools of thought can truly influence the entire world and the universe.

However, this was accompanied by the continuous involution and expansion of various schools of thought.

Their power is growing stronger, and they are constantly consuming the resources of this universe.

This awakened an existence—the eternal and creative god.

The god who created this universe has awakened.

He was furious!

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(End of this chapter)