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

Without gathering his strength, he threw a steady punch straight at the edge of the small world that was slowly repairing itself.

The force of the punch was the first to touch the boundary of space, and a deep, heavy bang exploded out, spreading throughout the entire enclosed area.

A massive rift piercing the heavens and earth instantly appeared at the very center of the small world's boundary, and then rapidly spread and expanded to both sides.

The entire precarious boundary of space began to rapidly disintegrate and crumble under the tearing force of this crack.

Countless fragments of space detached from the main body, transforming into colorful specks of light that scattered in all directions.

The once intact barrier of the small world, like a giant piece of hard glass, began to crack from the edges, with the cracks spreading inwards, and the overall structure rapidly collapsed and dissipated.

Yang Jian moved with ease, passing directly through the scattered spatial fragments without being affected by the chaotic spatial power. He steadily stepped out of this exclusive battle area and returned to the green grass on the shore of the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Great Forest.

The tiny, colorful specks of light clinging to his robes were fragments of energy left over from his spatial journey. They did not cause any harm to his clothes and were slowly flickering and extinguishing on their own.

Behind him, the previously collapsed and shattered barrier of the small world was rapidly closing and repairing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those scattered fragments of space and spreading cracks seemed to be forcibly put back in place and kneaded together by an invisible hand.

Chapter 282 Breakthrough

In just a few breaths, the shattered space was completely restored to its original state, showing no trace of its recent collapse. This special domain hidden in the Star Dou Great Forest returned to peace once more.

Yang Jian glanced down at the calm surface of the Lake of Life beside him, then turned to look at the black figure standing quietly not far from the lake, silently watching the entire battle – that was Di Tian.

Without lingering, without approaching to exchange words, and without giving any extra glances, he suddenly flashed, transforming into a streak of light, and flew swiftly towards the outer edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

Di Tian remained standing by the lake, motionless for a long time. His gaze followed Yang Jian's departing trajectory, even though the figure had long since disappeared. He stared at the empty sky, as if trying to capture a trace of lingering presence or identity in the air.

His heart was filled with extreme confusion and bewilderment. His thoughts raced back and forth, but he still couldn't figure out the key to the matter.

Yang Jian entered the exclusive battle area opened up by the master and fought for a long time. When he came out, there were only a few minor tears on his robes, with faint traces of battle, but he showed no signs of fatigue or injury.

When he left, he was relaxed and carefree, almost ridiculously so, as if he had just gone out for a stroll or visited someone.

What puzzled him most was that Gu Yuena, the master, clearly had the home-field advantage, held control of the domain, and was the strongest in the Star Dou Great Forest, making her one of the top experts on the entire continent. How could she so easily let Yang Jian leave safely?

In Di Tian's mind, the Silver Dragon King was the strongest trump card of the Star Dou Great Forest, and the last hope and reliance of all soul beasts.

The other party should know better than anyone how much trouble and crisis it would bring to the entire soul beast race if they allowed such a terrifyingly powerful human to leave safely with the core secrets of the Star Dou Great Forest.

He repeatedly considered countless possibilities in his mind, reviewing every detail of the entire battle. The only explanation that could barely make sense was that his lord had not truly made a move or revealed his full strength throughout the entire battle.

But why not take action?

Why did they deliberately let Yang Jian go and allow him to leave?

Countless questions weighed on his mind, swirling in his thoughts, leaving him utterly perplexed. This confusion felt like a boulder lodged in his chest and throat, making his breathing heavy and his heart heavy with unbearable pressure.

He stood quietly by the lake, his mind a jumble of thoughts, motionless for a long time.

After an unknown period of stalemate, a soft, silvery-white light suddenly rose from the calm heart of the Lake of Life.

A pale white light slowly gathered and condensed above the lake, quickly outlining a slender, tall figure in white robes and with white hair—it was Gu Yuena, who had just been defeated and injured.

The light and shadow fell silently to the ground. The moment my toes touched the grass on the bank, not even a breeze or a sound was produced, revealing my weakness and exhaustion.

Di Tian instantly composed himself, straightened his posture, bowed deeply, and greeted his master with utmost respect and restraint, saying in a deep voice, "Your Majesty."

He maintained his bowed and respectful posture, remaining silent for a long time, carefully considering his words, and after much hesitation, he finally suppressed his doubts and softly asked the most crucial question: "Why did the lord let him leave?"

Gu Yuena stood quietly by the lake, her gaze fixed on the layers of gently rippling water, her expression calm, without turning to look at Di Tian.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to explain, but then she forced them closed again. After a moment, she opened her lips again and slowly spoke.

Her voice sounded calm and quiet, without revealing much emotion, but upon closer listening, one could detect a subtle hoarseness and unusual quality hidden within it—the weakness after a serious injury and the repression after defeat.

"I have my own considerations."

In a short, concise sentence, without any unnecessary explanations or room for further questions or speculation, it effectively shut down all subsequent doubts.

Di Tian remained silent for a few breaths, sensing the resolute tone in his master's voice, and knew that this was his master's final decision, which brooked no argument.

He dared not ask any more questions, and could only respond softly, completely suppressing all the confusion and doubt in his heart, and said no more.

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On the other side, Yang Jian flew at full speed without stopping, and successfully returned to the Spirit Hall's base.

By this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the twilight was deep. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the magnificent and intricate buildings of the Spirit Hall, casting a light golden outline on the white palaces and towering towers. The originally majestic and solemn Spirit Hall had gained a softer atmosphere.

He didn't go to the main hall to handle official business, nor did he summon Yue Guan, Gui Mei, or others to inquire about matters. Instead, he went straight to the private training room deep within the Spirit Hall. He pushed open the heavy stone door, stepped inside, and then the stone door slowly closed, isolating him from all outside sounds and movements.

His next steps were already crystal clear in his mind. He would focus on cultivating and steadily striving to reach the Peerless Douluo realm, thoroughly solidifying his foundation. Once his strength reached its peak, he would slowly explore the path to godhood, seeking the true method to break free from the shackles of the plane and ascend to the God Realm.

The days that followed were completely peaceful, and time slowly passed in the steady cultivation of the day.

Under the joint management of Yue Guan and Gui Mei, all affairs of the Spirit Hall operated smoothly and steadily.

All the new policies that Yang Jian had previously set were smoothly implemented and steadily promoted during the power transition between the two empires.

From the adjustment and optimization of private taxation to the official assessment system of the Soul Master system, from the real-name registration management of ordinary Soul Masters to the popularization of martial soul awakening among commoner children, every matter was carried out in an orderly manner without any chaos or oversight.

With steady progress day after day and month after month, the social order and the landscape of Soul Masters throughout the Douluo Continent are being quietly reshaped and reshuffled in a slow but irreversible manner.

The old, outdated rules are gradually being phased out, and a brand-new, stable order is taking shape.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, stayed in the cultivation room the whole time, focusing on his cultivation without any distractions.

For a whole year, apart from occasionally leaving the cultivation room to handle a few core matters that he had to decide personally and that no one else could replace, he devoted all his time and energy to cultivation, single-mindedly trying to break through to a higher level of soul power.

His cultivation progress far exceeded his expectations, progressing by leaps and bounds, unstoppable.

He broke through barriers one after another, reaching levels 95, 96, and 97, advancing triumphantly until finally settling steadily at the level of a Title Douluo at level 98.

Chapter 283 Sun and Moon Continent

After reaching level 98, the cultivation progress suddenly slowed down.

The level 99 Douluo barrier blocking his way was far thicker and more solid than any barrier he had encountered before. It was like a heavy iron door that was completely sealed off and had no way to penetrate it, firmly blocking his path to breakthrough.

No matter how he circulated his soul power, honed his foundation, or tried to break through the barrier, this barrier remained unmoved and extremely stable, making it impossible to find a breakthrough opportunity in the short term.

The long and tedious period of secluded cultivation, coupled with the setbacks in his breakthrough, led Yang Jian to decide to temporarily stop his arduous training, go out for a walk to clear his mind and gain some experience, change his state of mind, and also look for an opportunity to break through.

He sat quietly in the cultivation room, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, recalling the hidden records about this world in his mind.

Douluo Continent is not the only landmass on this planet.

There is another completely independent continent—the Sun and Moon Continent.

This continent is virtually unknown on the Douluo Continent, and no one has ever set foot on it. It is a completely unexplored unknown territory, containing countless unknown opportunities and secrets, which may bring him new inspiration for cultivation.

Once he made up his mind, he didn't hesitate any longer and immediately got up and set off.

His figure soared into the air, silently passing over the Spirit Hall, and flew straight towards the boundless ocean.

He was not aware of the exact location of the Sun and Moon Continent.

The days that followed were long and tedious cross-sea flights.

As far as the eye can see, there is always an endless expanse of azure sea, paired with a vast, boundless sky overhead.

The clouds in the sky drifted slowly, their shapes changing gradually, and the waves on the sea surged in layers, endlessly repeating, the scenery so monotonous it was almost repetitive.

One day, two days, three days, and weeks passed in the blink of an eye, followed by a whole month.

Along the way, he experienced peaceful weather with clear skies and warm sunshine, as well as severe storms with raging winds and dark clouds.

I have witnessed the magnificent glow of dawn where the sea and sky meet, and I have also seen the afterglow of the setting sun sinking into the sea at dusk.

For three whole months, he flew across the sea without stopping, always keeping his sights on the east and never deviating even slightly.

Finally, at the edge of the horizon, a blurry outline of land slowly emerged from the sea, breaking the long-standing monotony of the seascape.

The moment he saw land, Yang Jian slowed down his flight speed, gradually decreased his altitude, and finally landed steadily on a white sandy beach by the sea.

Your feet tread on the fine, soft white sand, making a soft, rustling sound. The sand beneath your feet carries the lingering coolness of the seawater, making it feel incredibly real.

On the shallow waters of the coast, a group of local fishermen are busy hauling in their nets.

Their lives, constantly exposed to sea breezes and scorching sun, have given their skin varying shades of dark brown.

Compared to ordinary people in Douluo Continent, they are more lean and capable, with broad and thick shoulders, rough and large hands covered with thick calluses from their labor, clearly showing that they have been making a living by the sea and working hard all year round.

The fishermen were focused on tidying up their nets and sorting their catch when they suddenly saw a stranger dressed in clean white clothes with an ethereal air descend from the sky.

This scene was completely beyond their comprehension. Everyone froze on the spot, their smiles and movements completely frozen.

Many people found their fishing nets slipping from their fingers and falling into the shallow seawater.

Several older, more experienced fishermen reacted immediately, kneeling down with their foreheads pressed against the damp, cool sand. They muttered short, powerful, and ancient-sounding unfamiliar syllables, their voices filled with awe and fear, clearly regarding Yang Jian, who had flown out of thin air, as a deity descending to earth.

Yang Jian stood quietly on the beach, looking at the fishermen kneeling in awe before him, then turning to look at the vast, lush, and endless continent behind him. He knew in his heart that he had finally found the right place and successfully arrived at the legendary Sun and Moon Continent.

He didn't approach or disturb the group of simple fishermen. Instead, he quietly stepped back a few paces, away from the crowd, and walked slowly along the long coastline. Eventually, he found a secluded and deserted corner to sit down, intending to first overcome the local language barrier.

After cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his physical talent, mental talent, and learning talent were all developed to the extreme, far surpassing all ordinary people in the world, and even surpassing the vast majority of top soul masters.

These unfamiliar syllables, which he had never heard before, could be clearly memorized by repeating them in his ears a few times.

He listened quietly to the daily conversations between the fishermen, carefully discerning the usage of each word and the context of each sentence, quickly figuring out the grammatical rules and word logic of the local language.

To facilitate memorization and deliberation, he would pick up seashells and pebbles from the beach and mark them on the flat sand, recording words and repeatedly comparing, reviewing, and deduce them.

The learning process went exceptionally smoothly. In just a few days, he completely understood most of the local daily conversations, including casual chatter, work-related exchanges, and everyday greetings.

A few days later, he was able to use simple local vocabulary fluently and greet and communicate simply with the fishermen by the sea, completely overcoming the language barrier.

Having resolved the language barrier, Yang Jian didn't linger. He got up, tidied himself up, and turned to head deeper into the heart of the Sun and Moon Continent, intending to experience firsthand the local customs, cultivation system, and unique civilization of this unfamiliar continent.

He continued his journey and soon entered a bustling coastal town. The moment he stepped into the town, every detail reminded him that this was a completely different world from Douluo Continent.

The buildings on both sides of the street have a simple and unique style. The brick and stone houses are arranged in a staggered manner, and the shape of the roof and the patterns on the walls are completely different from the architectural style of Douluo Continent.

The shop signs and written symbols on the street were completely unfamiliar, and the clothing cuts, fabrics, and styles worn by passersby were also unique, exuding an exotic atmosphere.

Yang Jian strolled leisurely along the street, carefully observing the lively atmosphere of the town. After walking for a while, he gradually felt hungry, his stomach empty and waves of hunger washing over him.

A steaming food stall on the street caught his attention.

A large pot sits at the entrance of the shop, bubbling with a thick, golden broth. Steam rises gently from the pot, and chopped spices and fresh minced meat float on the surface. The rich aroma wafts through the air with the steam, filling the nostrils and whetting the appetite.

Yang Jian walked straight up and ordered a dish from the busy stall owner in the local language he had just learned.