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

In a corner of the crowd, Meng Yiran stood listlessly with her eyes downcast. All her usual liveliness and energy had vanished, and her eyes were filled with loneliness.

The Dragon God and Snake Goddess exchanged a glance, a complex look flashing in their eyes. They looked at each other quietly, shook their heads, and understood each other's thoughts.

Such a perfect match between two exceptional individuals is beyond the reach of ordinary people; all selfish desires and ambitions will ultimately amount to nothing.

Chapter 257 quietly came to an end.

Zhu Zhuqing stood quietly in the crowd, her cold eyes fixed on Qian Renxue, who was dressed in red and looked stunning on the high platform, her slender fingers clenched tightly.

She was always aloof and reserved, rarely belittling herself, but now, looking at Qian Renxue's unparalleled beauty, she felt a strange sense of insecurity.

Such a flawless and stunningly beautiful woman is indeed worthy of the invincible Yang Jian. Compared to her, I seem far too ordinary and insignificant.

Not far away, the two sisters, Yang Jiao and Yang Chan, huddled together, chattering incessantly in low voices. Their little faces still showed a deep sense of bewilderment and astonishment, and they had not yet fully recovered.

“I’m so confused. He came home three days ago and suddenly said he was going to have a wedding. We thought the bride would definitely be Zhu Qing’s sister-in-law, since they’ve been together the longest and are the closest to each other.”

"Who would have thought it would be Qian Renxue, whom we've never heard of before! And this Holy Maiden is so beautiful, she's unbelievably beautiful. Standing next to Second Brother, they are such a perfect match!"

The two siblings chatted amongst themselves, full of surprise and emotion, completely overwhelmed by the grand wedding and the stunningly beautiful newlyweds.

Across the entire square, countless people were lost in their own thoughts, some marveling, some envious, some wistful, and some sentimental. But high above, a phantom-like, aged figure in white robes floated silently.

Qian Daoliu stood amidst the sea of ​​clouds, his white hair fluttering in the wind. His aged face no longer bore the solemnity of the past, but only a gentle and relieved smile.

He was nearing the end of his life and had long since become indifferent to life and death. He had spent his life fighting, protecting the Spirit Hall, and safeguarding his descendants. His greatest obsession in this life was the fate of his granddaughter, Qian Renxue.

Knowing his days were numbered, he was always worried about his granddaughter, who had endured hardship since childhood and feared that she would be lonely and without anyone to protect her in her remaining years.

Now, witnessing her shed all pretense, find a good man, and soon get married, finding her lifelong home, all his worries and obsessions vanished.

Moreover, Yang Jian's strength is unparalleled throughout history, his temperament is calm and his power is invincible. With him protecting Qian Renxue and the Spirit Hall in the future, even if I die, I will have no regrets.

A gentle breeze swept across the sea of ​​clouds, and Qian Daoliu's eyes were filled with tenderness as he quietly looked down at his granddaughter, feeling utterly comforted.

On the high platform, the grand wedding ceremony officially began.

As the ruler of the entire continent and the supreme Pope of the Spirit Hall, Yang Jian does not need to follow any worldly or cumbersome etiquette, nor does he need to abide by anyone's rules.

Facing hundreds of thousands of guests and top dignitaries from all sides, he stood tall and composed, casually offering a few words of congratulations. His words were concise and to the point, without lengthy formalities or flowery embellishments.

With just a few words, the wedding speech segment was completed.

There were no traditional wedding rituals, no elaborate toasting process at each table, and no complicated wedding rules. The entire wedding was extremely simple and extremely hasty.

In the presence of ordinary noble families or royalty, such a simple wedding would inevitably be criticized as impolite and improper.

But at this moment, no one present dared to voice any objection, and no one dared to show any dissatisfaction.

This is the wedding of His Holiness the Pope, who is invincible in this world; his will is the greatest rule in the world.

Even if the process were simply simplified, or even if all the rituals were omitted entirely, everyone would only offer their congratulations and dare not utter a single word of criticism.

Beside her, Qian Renxue harbored a slight regret in her heart. With her girlish heart, she had once longed for a complete, romantic wedding full of ceremonies.

But looking at Yang Jian standing calmly beside her, and thinking about how she had endured and waited for so many years, and finally achieved her wish and successfully married the person she had longed for, that slight regret was instantly overwhelmed by sweetness and joy.

What does it matter if the ceremony is simple? As long as he is by my side, that is enough.

Yang Jian glanced casually at the sea of ​​guests below, and said calmly, "Everyone has come from afar, thank you for your hard work. Today's wedding is simple, please take your seats and enjoy the food as you please, there is no need to be reserved."

After speaking, he said no more, turned around and strode straight toward the Spirit Hall's bedroom behind the platform, his posture carefree and without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue smiled helplessly. She was already used to his casual and indifferent nature, so she quickly followed behind him and left together.

The newlyweds left, bringing the grand wedding ceremony to a close. The guests below exchanged bewildered glances, but no one dared to utter a word, and could only obediently take their seats for the banquet, while congratulatory messages continued to pour in.

Inside the Supreme Palace of the Spirit Hall, the atmosphere is elegant, luxurious, tranquil, and serene.

After entering the palace, Yang Jian went straight to the meditation cushion in the hall and sat down. He took off the outer layer of his bright red wedding dress, stood upright, closed his eyes slightly, abandoned all external distractions, concentrated his mind and entered a state of cultivation.

His aura instantly returned to extreme calm, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth quietly gathered around him, flowing around him and nourishing his meridians and soul.

For him, cultivation was an instinct ingrained in his bones. Whenever and wherever he had a spare moment, he would subconsciously improve his cultivation and solidify his foundation, never slacking off in the slightest.

Seeing him diligently cultivating without any sign of marital intimacy, Qian Renxue couldn't help but puff out her cheeks slightly, her little face full of charming reproach, but without a trace of anger in her eyes.

She walked lightly behind Yang Jian, stretched out her fair and slender arms, and gently wrapped them around his firm and powerful waist from behind. She pressed her cheek against his back, her voice soft and gentle, with a hint of grievance and coquettishness.

"Today is our wedding day. Even though it's not night yet, it's still our wedding night."

"You finally have some free time, but instead of spending a moment of tenderness with me, you only focus on cultivation as soon as you get back. You're really too insensitive to romance."

A warm and soft touch enveloped me, and the sweet scent of a young girl surrounded me.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, suppressed the energy flowing around him, turned his head slightly, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He was calm and composed, but he was not a cold, impersonal machine.

Today is their wedding day, an important day for them both, and he should fulfill his responsibilities and show tenderness as a husband.

With a slight thought, Yang Jian stopped cultivating, gently wrapped his arm around Qian Renxue's slender waist, and leaned down to steadily lift her light body into his arms.

Qian Renxue's body stiffened slightly, then a bright and dazzling smile instantly bloomed in her eyes. All her little emotions vanished, and she nestled obediently in his arms, her heart filled with sweetness and peace.

Holding his beloved in his arms, Yang Jian walked steadily toward the magnificent and exquisite dragon bed on the inner side. The tender and affectionate wedding night quietly came to an end.

Chapter 258 Sudden Change

For the next six months, Yang Jian completely cut off all external distractions, shutting himself away in his exclusive training room deep within the Spirit Hall, focusing solely on his cultivation without a single extraneous thought.

This cultivation room was specially renovated and repaired by him. It is not spacious, but it is extremely quiet and stable.

The four walls are constructed from single, thick blocks of granite, with layers upon layers of complex runes densely engraved on them.

The crisscrossing runes construct a double magic array. One layer is an ultimate soundproof barrier that can isolate all sounds and noises from both inside and outside, ensuring that the room remains completely silent no matter how noisy and chaotic the outside world is.

The other layer is a top-notch protective array that firmly locks in the soul power inside, preventing the leakage of cultivation power, while also resisting all external prying and impacts.

The cultivation room was furnished in a very simple way. Apart from an old-fashioned futon and a bronze oil lamp that burned continuously, there was only a frosted stone wall that could accurately capture and monitor the fluctuations of soul power.

The few items, so clean and without any superfluous elements, perfectly complement the ultimate tranquility of secluded meditation.

From then on, Yang Jian settled here, meditating and cultivating himself day after day.

He sits cross-legged on a futon year-round, his posture upright like a pine tree, completely still.

From the first light of dawn to the deepest darkness, and from a starry night to the first light of day, the cycle repeats itself endlessly, without a moment's slackening or interruption.

During the entire period of seclusion, he did not leave his house, focusing entirely on intensive self-cultivation and even refusing to eat.

Apart from this brief and silent delivery of supplies, he was almost completely cut off from the outside world and severed all contact.

During his long years of arduous training, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts circulated slowly within his body, being honed and refined day by day, becoming increasingly smooth and proficient.

The rich and pure golden soul power surged and circulated through his meridians, its flow rate increasing several times compared to half a year ago. The originally dense meridians, under the daily scouring and tempering of the soul power, became like a widened and reinforced thousand-mile river channel, growing ever wider and stronger.

Now, even if a vast and overwhelming amount of soul power rushes through the meridians, there will be no stagnation or congestion. It flows freely and reaches all parts of the body, including the limbs and internal organs.

Not only are his meridians undergoing transformation, but Yang Jian's physical body is also experiencing subtle yet profound, continuous, and thorough qualitative changes during his extreme arduous cultivation.

Beneath his skin, the originally sparse golden divine power patterns became increasingly dense and dazzling, crisscrossing like golden roots deep within his flesh and blood. Starting from the core of his dantian, they spread, extended, and expanded, slowly permeating his arms, legs, neck, and head, covering every inch of his flesh and muscle.

With each breath, he precisely aligned with the cultivation method of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, driving the entire system of soul power within his body to circulate endlessly. Each inhale and exhale subtly harmonized with the ancient rhythm of the primordial creation of heaven and earth, as if his body was gradually replicating and approaching the most fundamental power rules of this world.

No one in the upper echelons of the Spirit Hall knew the true situation inside the cultivation room, and no one knew that Yang Jian was cultivating the supreme Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and completing a heaven-defying transformation.

All that everyone knew was that this mysterious and powerful expert had completely sealed himself away in his deep cultivation room, and had not stepped out of the room even once in the past six months.

Yue Guan often passed through this quiet corridor, and whenever he reached the door of the cultivation room, he would subconsciously stop and linger.

He turned slightly to the side, listening intently to the sounds inside the room, his expression filled with a mixture of inquiry and curiosity.

However, the thick granite walls and the double-layered magic array isolated everything. He could not hear a sound or sense any abnormality. Only faint, deep, and vast fluctuations of soul power could be faintly seen through the gaps in the magic array, making it difficult to see the truth inside.

The same applies to ghosts and demons.

This titled Douluo, who was shrouded in black mist year-round, had also stood silently outside the training room several times, silently sensing the subtle fluctuations of power inside.

Occasionally, Yue Guan and Gui Mei would encounter each other in the corridor.

The two locked eyes, needing no words to communicate, but with just a subtle glance, they understood each other's doubts and apprehensions. They then nodded to each other, turned and left to continue their silent duty.

For the past six months, the situation on the entire mainland has been stable and calm.

The two great empires, Tiandou and Xingluo, smoothly transitioned through the power transition period. Newly appointed officials at all levels gradually became familiar with government affairs and adapted to the new ruling system. The court was orderly, and the people were peaceful and stable.

On the continent, the power structure of sects of all sizes has gradually taken shape. Most sects have already chosen to submit to the Spirit Hall, while the remaining forces that are still hesitant and observing are gradually wavering under the general trend, their confidence exhausted, and they no longer have the power to resist.

The vast Douluo Continent, like a colossal ship, is abandoning its past course and silently turning, adapting to the prevailing trend and steadily moving towards a new格局 (geju, a term referring to a new格局 or pattern) dominated by the Spirit Hall. The entire world is shrouded in a deathly calm before the storm.

Until dusk that day, the long-standing tranquility of the world was suddenly shattered.

Above the Spirit Hall, the clouds churned violently without warning, and an enormous vortex of heaven and earth suddenly appeared, stretching across the sky and shaking all directions.

When the vortex first appeared, it was just a small patch of clouds in the high sky that was twisted and stirred by an invisible force, its outline slightly changed, as if a supreme hand hidden in the void was gently stirring the clouds in the sky, inconspicuous yet containing hidden power.

But in the blink of an eye, the changes suddenly intensified.

The cloud vortex expanded and spun wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, its rotation accelerating and its power becoming increasingly violent.

The invisible force of the void tore and pulled, creating an endless gap in the sky right in the center of the entire firmament.

A terrifying suction force erupted from the core of the vortex, sweeping across all directions. All the primordial energy floating in the entire world was drawn and pulled by this immense force, frantically converging and pouring into the center of the vortex.

The originally formless and intangible primordial energy of heaven and earth, under the extreme speed of convergence, completely solidified and took shape.

Clear streams of pure white Yuan energy emerged, like thousands of delicate and lustrous silver threads, rising from the vast earth, leaping from the continuous mountains and forests, rolling up from the vast lakes and seas, and converging from all directions, mountains, streets, and the void.

Billions of streams of primordial energy crisscrossed and converged, ultimately pouring into the entrance of the high-altitude vortex, flowing endlessly and inexhaustibly.

The earth-shattering celestial phenomenon instantly alarmed everyone in the Spirit Hall.

Countless disciples, deacons, and elders of the Spirit Hall stopped what they were doing, all captivated by the terrifying sight high in the sky.

The crowd in the square stopped and looked up, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the giant vortex in the sky. Everyone was speechless, their mouths slightly agape, their faces filled with shock, and even their breathing subconsciously slowed down.

Chapter 259 Title Douluo!

Many guards inside the hall leaned out of the windowsills, gripping the windowsills tightly with their hands, and tilting their necks back as far as they could, gazing up at the sky at an extreme angle, their eyes fixed on the ever-changing sky, their hearts and minds shaken.

The deacons and guards who were walking through the corridors or rushing to their official duties all stopped in their tracks. The files, tokens, and weapons in their hands silently slipped from their hands and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, but no one noticed.