Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

Six eyes met a pair of cold, beastly pupils, the silvery-white pupils clearly reflecting its own image.

A chill suddenly shot up my spine to the top of my head—a warning from instinct, a scream from intuition that is older than reason: Run!

But it was too late.

The Celestial Hound raised its right front paw and casually slapped down.

boom!

With a loud bang, the Crimson King's body rolled backward like a ball being hit, tumbling more than a dozen times before crashing heavily to the ground, carving a deep trench hundreds of meters long, with dirt and gravel flying everywhere.

The Red King lay at the bottom of the ravine, the flames on his three heads extinguished, his body covered in cracks, blood seeping from them, his breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, each breath spitting out blood foam.

Murasaki stood frozen in place, as if she had been frozen in place and could not move.

His purple eyes were filled with terror, and his pupils trembled violently.

She turned to look at Bi Ji and the Demon King, her lips moving as if asking what to do.

Chapter 207 Emperor Tian

The Demon King's face turned deathly pale, and he hissed urgently, "Go! Go now!"

Brigitte nodded quickly, her voice sharp and urgent: "Quick! Take the Crimson King with us, let's go back!"

Zi Ji suddenly came to her senses, leaped up and picked up the dying Crimson King from the bottom of the ravine, and flew towards the Star Dou Great Forest without looking back.

Biji and the Demon King followed closely behind. The three figures transformed into three streaks of light and disappeared into the sky in an instant, without even the courage to look back.

The Celestial Hound remained crouched in place, watching the three figures disappear into the horizon with a calm gaze.

They showed neither the intention to pursue nor the restlessness of victory, but quietly squatted there, as if they had only done something insignificant.

It lowered its head and rubbed against Yang Jian's palm; its fur was soft and warm. Then its body shrank.

Yang Jian's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He sat down cross-legged and guided the red spirit ring into his body.

The spirit ring slowly descended, enveloping his body and merging with it. A surge of powerful energy flowed into his meridians, cleansing his bones and flesh.

Half an hour later, he stood up, feeling his soul power rise to level eighty-three, and gently exhaled.

He then bent down to examine the possible soul bones inside Xiong Jun's corpse.

……

Meanwhile, deep within the Starry Sky Forest lies the Lake of Life.

The lake surface shimmered under the moonlight, as smooth as a mirror, like a huge piece of jade, reflecting the full moon in the sky.

This tranquility was completely shattered by several panicked figures.

As Zi Ji carried the Red King, she descended rapidly from the sky. When her feet touched the ground, her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed onto the grassy lakeside.

The Red King was covered in wounds, his three heads drooping limply, blood seeping out continuously.

Zi Ji's breathing was rapid and erratic, her chest heaving violently, and her purple eyes were filled with lingering fear, as if she had just escaped from a nightmare.

Biji and the Demon King followed closely behind, both equally disheveled.

Brigitte's skirt was covered in mud and fallen leaves, and the Demon King's long green hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders, with a few strands stuck to his forehead by sweat.

The three stood by the lake, none of them speaking for a moment. Only the Red King's heavy, weak breathing was particularly clear in the night wind, each breath carrying blood foam.

Brigitte was the first to react. She knelt down and placed her hands on the Red King's chest. Emerald green light surged from her palms and began to heal his fatal wounds.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, her lips were tightly pressed together, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

The healing soul skill was rapidly mending broken bones and repairing damaged internal organs, but all of this required time, and the Crimson King's time was clearly running out.

Its breath was intermittent, and it could be extinguished at any moment, causing Brigitte's fingertips to involuntarily curl up.

The Demon King stood to one side, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

Green eyes gazed solemnly at the dense forest on the opposite shore of the lake.

Zi Ji knelt on one knee beside the Red King, watching Bi Ji try to save him, her purple eyes filled with anxiety and regret.

She clenched her fists, her voice hoarse and suppressed: "We...we shouldn't have let Xiong Jun go alone..."

His voice was choked with emotion, but more than that, it was filled with anger.

She hated Xiong Jun's recklessness, and she also hated her own hesitation—if she had been a little faster, she might have been able to stop Xiong Jun.

“It’s no use talking about this now.” The Demon King interrupted her, his voice low and weary. “The Bear King is dead, and the Crimson King is seriously injured. What we need to think about now is how to explain this to Lord Di Tian.”

Biji raised her head, her face appearing exceptionally pale in the moonlight: "Lord Ditian should have already sensed it. The aura of the Bear Lord has dissipated, and the king of the Star Dou Great Forest has fallen. With such a commotion, he couldn't possibly be unaware."

Her voice trembled slightly: "I'm worried... that Lord Di Tian will go directly to that human."

Zi Ji suddenly looked up, a complex light flashing in her eyes: "Then let him go! That human killed the Bear King and injured the Crimson King. Lord Di Tian can definitely take him down! Are we just going to let this go?"

"You don't understand." The Demon King's voice was filled with suppressed anger. "That human... you all saw it just now, that white dog slapped the Crimson King like this. Lord Di Tian is indeed powerful, but the feeling that white dog gave me... is no weaker than Lord Di Tian."

"What if something happens to Lord Di Tian as well..."

The meaning was clear even before the words were finished.

Zi Ji's pupils suddenly contracted, and she abruptly stood up, her voice rising several decibels: "What nonsense are you spouting? Lord Di Tian is the Beast God, the ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest! No matter how strong that white dog is, it couldn't possibly be..."

"Lord Ditian."

Brigitte suddenly spoke, her voice soft but carrying a hint of relief.

Zi Ji and the Demon King turned their heads at the same time, following her gaze.

On the edge of the dense forest opposite Lake Life, a black figure slowly emerged.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, each step steady and powerful.

Her long black hair swayed gently in the night breeze, and her golden pupils gleamed with a cold light under the moonlight.

He wore a long black robe, the hem of which trailed across the grass, picking up a few fallen leaves, but no one would notice these minor details.

All eyes were drawn to those golden eyes.

There was no anger, no surprise, only an unfathomable calm, like a traveler standing atop a mountain overlooking the valley below.

Emperor Tian.

He walked to the grassy area by the lake and stopped under the watchful eyes of three people.

His gaze first swept over the Crimson King who was being treated, his golden pupils narrowed slightly, and then fell on the Purple Princess.

"What happened?"

Murasaki took a deep breath and recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

From the moment Xiong Jun learned the news and set off alone, to the moment they arrived and saw Xiong Jun's corpse, to the moment Chi Wang impulsively attacked and was seriously injured, to the terror of that white dog, and to their disheveled escape with Chi Wang.

She spoke quickly and urgently, as if she wanted to pour out all her fear and anger in one breath.

After listening, Di Tian remained silent for a moment.

He then turned around and looked out of the forest towards the direction of Tianqing City.

A sharp glint flashed in his golden pupils.

"You stay here."

Biji suddenly stood up, her voice urgent: "Lord Ditian, that human..."

“I know,” Di Tian interrupted her. “That’s precisely why I have to go. If we let this person go unchecked, he can kill Xiong Jun today, and he can kill any of you tomorrow. The majesty of the Star Dou Great Forest cannot be challenged by humans.”

The Demon King gritted his teeth and finally spoke: "Lord Di Tian, ​​that white dog's aura is no weaker than yours. If it were just you and that human, you might still have a chance of winning, but with that white dog added..."

"I know what I'm doing."

Di Tian waved his hand and turned to face out of the forest.

He raised his palm, then clenched his fingers sharply, producing a crisp tearing sound in the air.

A black spatial rift opened up before him, its edges glowing with a dark purple aura, like a vertical pupil slowly opening to reveal the unfathomable darkness behind it.

He didn't look back, but stepped into the crevice, his figure completely swallowed by the darkness.

The crack closed up quickly, as if it had never existed.

The Lake of Life has returned to stillness.

Biji lowered her head and continued to heal the Crimson King. The Demon King stood by the lake, gazing at the direction in which the rift in the night sky had disappeared, his expression complex.

Zi Ji sat on the grass, hugging her knees, her purple eyes filled with contemplation and resentment.

Chapter 208 Yang Jian: You're welcome to try.

At this moment, on the plains outside Tianqing City.

Yang Jian was bending over, preparing to examine the soul bones in Xiong Jun's corpse.

Just then, the sky above his head suddenly tore apart.

A black rift appeared out of thin air, its edges glowing with a dark purple light, like a giant eye opening from the void.

A figure slowly emerged from the crack.

Her long black hair flew in the wind, and her golden pupils, like two burning stars, exuded a suffocating pressure.

The hem of the long robe hung down, and the night wind blew through it, causing the robe to flutter.

Yang Jian stood up and turned to look at the figure that emerged from the crack.

The moonlight fell on his face, gilding his features with a silvery edge.

His expression remained calm, as if the arrival of this uninvited guest was entirely expected.

Or rather, this person's appearance is no different from that of the giant bear before.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, head held high, looking at the beast god of the Starry Sky Forest.

The night wind blew across the open space between the two, stirring up bits of grass and dust.

The moonlight spilled across the plain, enveloping the two figures in its cool glow.