Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

But Ye Guyi was a good child. Despite being tormented to the extreme, she sensed that the sounds in the inner hall were weakening. She still dragged her weak body to get dressed, dried the few water stains on her skirt with her soul power, came to the side curtain, took a deep breath, suppressed all her distracting thoughts, and prepared to start today's cleanup work.

Every time, after the palace gathering ended, Ye Guyi would see Kong Tianxu sitting with his eyes closed, lying peacefully on his back, or leaning against someone with a smile on his face, and she couldn't help but imagine in her mind, if it were her...

As her imagination began to connect with another system, Ye Guyi absentmindedly lifted the curtain of the side door, and then her phoenix eyes widened in shock.

In front of a one-way transparent glass partition at the edge of the palace, a delicately carved little figure was tiptoeing and peering inside. She wore a brocade dress embroidered with a small golden dragon, and her bare, tender little feet were on the cold, golden sandalwood palace bricks. Her large, golden eyes were full of confusion.

"Little...Tingxi?"

Ye Guyi's expression instantly changed from resentment to panic. She hurriedly went to Jiang Xiaoya and pressed her down, rubbing her plump little face.

"Running around again, who brought you here?"

"Shh—" Kong Tingxi gestured for Ye Guyi to be quiet at her golden high heels, then pointed inside the palace and said in a low, childish voice, "Aunt Guyi, be quiet, Daddy is riding a horse."

Ye Guyi's face immediately turned bright red. She waved her small fists, ready to teach Xiao Tingxi a lesson. However, just as the Holy Angel Guard Captain was about to capture the eldest princess, Ye Guyi's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of several glistening streams of light. On the gleaming gold sandalwood bricks of the palace, they were inconspicuous, but once noticed, the hidden pinkness within them was so captivating that one could not look away.

The Golden Sandalwood Mirror Stone originates from the deepest abyss in the far west. Each piece is priceless, its surface naturally covered with a glass-like glaze that not only reflects images but also emits a faint sandalwood fragrance under light. The entire floor of the sacred palace is paved with this stone, making walking on it feel like treading on a fragrant path in the clouds. It also leaves watermarks, so it must be wiped clean frequently.

And...who else?

"Aunt Gu Yi, you too..."

Seeing this, Kong Tingxi suddenly looked enlightened, her eyes darted around, she made a face at Ye Guyi, and then ran like a sparrow along the path towards her palace. As she ran, she closed the passage door tightly, and finally peeked half her head out from the crack in the door, waved her chubby little hand at Ye Guyi, and then disappeared completely behind the door.

Ye Guyi's face flushed red again at an alarming speed; if a bucket of cold water were poured over her head at this moment, thick steam would probably rise up.

However, the knot of worry that had been between her brows vanished instantly, replaced by a rosy, radiant glow.

After hesitating for a moment, she bent down, gently touched the glistening marks with her fingertips, and then sniffed them.

After peering inside a few more times without finding anything, Ye Guyi finally gave up trying, composed herself, and pushed open the door that seemed like a den of dragons and tigers.

Ye Guyi's Angelic Palace trembled violently.

The moment the door opened, what struck the senses even more than the pungent smell and the mess was the sticky, swamp-like sensation underfoot.

To highlight the nobility of the Holy Spirit Archangel Guard, and also because of the palace's consistently clean and comfortable environment, the soles of Ye Guyi's open-toed gold high-heeled combat boots were not particularly thick, but they were still moderately thick. When they touched the watery land below, they were still only slightly submerged by the holy water tide inside the palace.

The thick, slippery, murky liquid instantly soaked her silver stockings. Ye Guyi subconsciously wiggled her delicate toes, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling of being wrapped up. But this only made things worse; more filth seeped into the gap between her toes and the angel's soles and boots. The sticky liquid flowed slowly between her toes, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Coupled with the leisurely stroll of the holy dragon before her, its head bowed, and the boundless, twisting white and beauty all around, a strange feeling stirred Ye Guyi's heartstrings, almost causing her to collapse to the ground.

Just then, a strong hand grabbed her.

The warm and domineering soul power surged into her body through the point of contact with her skin, instantly calming her disordered breathing, but at the same time stirring up even deeper ripples.

"Guyi, why did you come here again? You haven't been feeling well lately, so you should rest. How can you always be the one to do these things?"

"I...I came here because I need something..."

Ye Guyi stammered.

Looking at the handsome, almost divine face of the sacred dragon in front of her, and then glancing at the devilish, ferocious muscle lines of the dragon's body, Ye Guyi felt as the angel's hand touched the dragon's scales, and the string she had been holding onto in her heart snapped.

"Hmm? What is it?"

Kong Tianxu seemed oblivious to the turmoil in her heart, merely tilting his head slightly.

"Someone from Shrek Academy has submitted a petition proposing to reopen the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, changing it to the All-Continent Youth Soul Master Championship, saying..." Ye Guyi felt all the strength in her body dissipate inch by inch, her mind a blur, making even her words somewhat indistinct, "...In the first year of the Empire, it should shine brightly throughout the world. At the same time, the age limit for participation should be adjusted to twenty-five, and all the elite youth soul masters of the entire continent should be invited to fight against..."

Kong Tianxu smiled slightly upon hearing this.

He'd encountered this kind of sycophantic behavior more than once or twice. The reason Shrek Academy lowered the age limit for the competition to twenty-five was simply to make it easier for them to participate, wasn't it?

He's going to fight all those other young players who're only at the seventh ring level? That's like sending the peak-level Di Tian to fight Huo Yuhao, who's just appeared.

It's amazing that these people could come up with such a thing.

Just as he was about to refuse, the fallen angel suddenly plunged into the dragon's chest.

Ye Guyi didn't know how she had taken that step. She looked at Kong Tianxu, and memories of the past flooded her mind. She felt a strange emotion controlling her entire body.

That's not what I wanted to say...

What I want is clearly...

She didn't want to persist any longer.

“Bone Clothing…” Kong Tianxu was momentarily stunned.

"Hmm." The response he received was a satisfied reply from the Holy Angel. After all, although Kong Tianxu's brain had temporarily malfunctioned, his physical spirit was the most sophisticated instrument, and it naturally made the most honest instinctive reaction to the information conveyed by the angel.

The beauty was interested, and Kong Tianxu wasn't one to mince words. He gently stroked Ye Guyi's soft golden hair, then slowly lowered his arm and gently wrapped it around her waist.

Seeing that Miss Angel still had the urge to explore downwards, Kong Tianxu stopped her with a smile.

Ye Guyi froze, the mist in her eyes instantly turning into tears of grievance. She had finally mustered up her courage, could it be that he...

"No rush, there's one more." Kong Tianxu's voice carried a hint of mystery.

The leaf bone was shrouded in mist at both ends.

Unaware, she was led by Kong Tianxu to the outside of the hall. Passing through layers of cloud-like brocade gauze curtains, she once again discovered something similar to the crystal clear one before.

In the corner, a glimmer of silver light disappeared.

The sacred dragon reacted swiftly, seizing the last bit of the silver light as it tried to quietly recede, and then, with lightning speed, pulled out the silver chain bead that was over ten inches long and two inches wide in diameter.

The silver chain drew a graceful arc in the air, leaving behind a trail of glistening blood.

The next moment, a sharp sound shattered the rocks, and the clouds scattered and expanded.

Like a giant white flower blooming in an instant.

The holy angel stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

The intense stinging and the feeling of being rejected by a foreign object caused the Rouge Dragon Mother to suddenly arch her back and open her cherry-red lips wide. However, the continuous and intense sensation was so strong that she could not make a sound. Her pink vertical pupils rolled back, and she twisted the curtain tightly with both hands. Her dragon body tensed up instantly and then slowly went limp, sitting motionless on the ground. Only the Rouge continued to gush out from her unusually bright pink dragon body like a burst dam.

"Master Nan..."

"No, no..."

"Oh, yes, water."

The holy dragon grinned and extended its fifth dragon claw.

Good heavens... there's no comparison...

Nan Shuishui closed her eyes.

"...Don't, don't let Qiuqiu know..."

"it is good."

……

At the same time, Ming Lei Douluo looked at the snow falling in the sky, hesitated, and then knocked on Bei Bei's door.

……

A red candle burns late into the night.

Deep within the bedchamber, on a candlestick adorned with nine dragons holding a pearl, a thick red candle had burned to its end.

The holy angel's limp wings twitched and spasmed uncontrollably, its divine eyes glazed over, golden pupils rolling back in their direction. The celestial music praising divine grace flowed freely, holy tears trickling from the corners of its mouth. Its body slumped to the ground like a broken doll, its silver feet, encased in thin lace stockings, had toes that curled and then splayed. The holy angel, who had fainted while bathing in the holy waters of the divine realm, looked as if it had just endured the ravages of Mount Hua…

The sacred dragon rested quietly on the rosy dragon's plump and slender hind legs, enjoying the pleasure of sowing the seeds of hope for the divine kingdom of the holy angels.

Kong Tianxu slowly rose and looked around. The candlelight flickered in the hall, and incense wafted in the air. On the round table in the center of the ballroom, Di Tian's Dragon Pill sat quietly, and the air still held the scent of last night's feast.

Tang Wutong and Xu Jiujiu, who were relatively weak, were still unconscious. Apart from Cain, everyone else was in a semi-dreaming state.

Throughout the eight directions and six realms, there are no more enemies worthy of battle.

It seems that all of Pet's beloved pets are well-fed.

Kong Tianxu straightened his robes, and the black robe transformed from the world-destroying dragon automatically reformed on his body, covering the marks that should not be seen by outsiders.

He walked straight through the waterside pavilion connecting the sleeping quarters and the observatory, and arrived at the top of the palace, where he leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance.

The city of Mingdu unfolded beneath his feet, its myriad lights shining like countless stars fallen to earth in the night. This city, which he had personally created countless miracles for, was now quiet and peaceful.

A night breeze swept across his face, ruffling the only black dragon-patterned robe he wore, carrying the chill of early winter and dissipating some of the rich, enchanting atmosphere in the palace.

Kong Tianxu took a deep breath of the cool air and felt much more awake.

He is not someone who would refuse to enjoy life, nor does he consider indulgence a sin; it's just that the past six months have been rather absurd.

The gentle embrace of love is indeed wonderful. Every day, I enjoy tea with Xue Di, tease Tingxi with Xu Tianzhen, deliberately let Ma Xiaotao have a few moves when sparring, stroll with Tang Ya in the garden woven from blue silver grass, and spend countless afternoons with Nan Qiuqiu in the pharmacy...

But the road ahead is not smooth.

There were many troubles at the beginning of the new dynasty. After half a year of settling down, all his abilities finally merged into one, and it was time to take another step forward.

That was the initial and most important goal.

That goal that had been guiding him forward since the day he was reborn.

Divine position.

"I'm leaving," Kong Tianxu said softly.

He didn't turn around, but he knew she was listening.

"Ah."

As always, gentle and devoted.

The next moment, as free as the wind, Kong Tianxu's figure flashed across the night sky and disappeared.

His speed is extremely fast; at his level, a single thought can cover tens of thousands of miles.

In the past, when he went to Shrek Academy for an exchange, it would take him half a day to fly from Mingdu to Xingluo City using a flying soul tool. Now, for the same distance, he only needs to think about it.

The Douluo Continent is so vast that it spans only one span in the east, west, north, and south.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at his destination.

The Abyss of Heavenly Wounds.

It was still that same gray-blue sea of ​​mist, still that same sheer cliff, as if cleaved in two by a sword. But this time, Kong Tianxu was no longer the near-super Douluo who had to carefully descend the sloping cliff.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the endless darkness below. His eye of reincarnation between his brows opened slightly, and azure, purple, and gold light pierced through layers of mist, reaching the deepest part of the abyss.

Then he leaped into the air, his figure like a purple-gold meteor, plummeting straight down into the abyss.

Falling.

It kept falling.