Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

This is what she said herself in the original work, but the truth is not important. It's up to him to choose.

As night fell, a black palace stood silently on the desolate mountain outside Mingdu City.

The Holy Spirit Church's main altar.

Xu Yanli stood at the foot of the mountain, followed by Yue Zhengling and Long Xiaoyao. Yue Zhengling's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, exuding the aura of a holy angel as he warily scanned his surroundings. Long Xiaoyao, still wearing his mask, stood silently beside him, his gaze fixed on the black palace atop the mountain, like a turbulent pool of water.

"Walk."

Xu Yanli stepped onto the stone steps.

Deep within the Black Palace, in a dimly lit stone chamber.

Ye Xishui sat on a stone chair, wearing a dark red robe, her black hair cascading over her shoulders.

To be honest, she is absolutely a great beauty, and she doesn't look old at all, but her eyes are full of indescribable fatigue.

The stone chamber door was pushed open.

Long Xiaoyao walked in and took off his mask.

Ye Xishui looked up at him but didn't say anything.

The two stared at each other, just like every time they had met over the countless years. One stood in the doorway, the other sat in a chair, a few steps apart, yet it felt like a lifetime had passed.

"You've brought people," Ye Xishui said, her voice hoarse and devoid of emotion.

Long Xiaoyao nodded.

"That young man outside, is that the Carefree Prince? Things change so fast."

"It's him."

Ye Xishui was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled. The smile was faint, tinged with unspeakable bitterness.

Chapter 155 The Three Kingdoms Assemble, Assassination!

"Those rules you told me before, that those who repent and reform can be forgiven, but those who repeatedly fail to mend their ways will be killed without mercy. Was that his doing? How interesting. Hahahaha, I thought all the angels were hypocritical like that old man Moon."

"Xishui."

What does he want me to do?

Long Xiaoyao didn't answer, he just looked at her.

Ye Xishui leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

The only sound in the stone chamber was the crackling of the candlelight.

After a long time, she opened her eyes.

"Let him in."

When Xu Yanli entered the stone chamber, Ye Xishui was looking down at her hands.

Those hands were stained with countless drops of blood.

"The Carefree Prince." She didn't look up. "Do you know how many people I've killed in my life?"

Xu Yanli remained silent.

Ye Xishui didn't need his answer.

“I’ve lost count myself.” She said softly, her tone as flat as if she were talking about someone else. “When I was young, it was to survive. Later, it was to be strong. And then… I don’t know why, maybe it was just a habit.”

She finally looked up and looked at Xu Yanli.

"Xiaoyao told me about the rules you set. Those who repent can be forgiven, but those who harm the innocent must be killed." She paused. "Then, which category do I fall into?"

Xu Yanli looked at her without saying a word.

This person is actually extremely wicked, but that's how the world is; if you're strong enough, all of this can be ignored, just like Tang Ya and Ma Xiaotao...

Douluo Continent actually has quite a satirical meaning in reality.

Ye Xishui suddenly laughed, her eyes reddening with laughter.

“I’ve lived for almost two hundred years. In these hundred years, I’ve thought every day about what would have happened if I hadn’t awakened this martial soul back then, what if he weren’t the Holy Dragon of Light, what if the term ‘evil soul master’ didn’t exist in this world…”

The voice lowered, almost inaudible.

"Does this mean I can be with him openly and honestly?"

Long Xiaoyao stood at the door, his fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Ye Xishui took a deep breath and stood up.

She walked to the center of the stone chamber and raised her right hand.

A ball of blood-red light condensed in his palm; that was the origin of the Blood God Demon Puppet.

She stared at the ball of blood for a long time.

Then, close your eyes.

The blood-red light exploded with a "boom".

It's not scattered, it's exploded.

Countless crimson fragments flew from her palm, each carrying a portion of her nearly two hundred years of cultivation. The temperature in the stone chamber plummeted, and the stench of blood became pungent and unbearable.

The smell of one's martial spirit being forcibly stripped away and one's soul being torn apart.

Ye Xishui groaned, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

But she didn't stop.

The Blood God Demon Puppet's essence crumbled little by little in his palm, like a towering building that had stood for a hundred years, finally being toppled by its master.

Long Xiaoyao rushed in.

"Xishui!"

He supported her swaying body, placed his palm on her back, and poured the Dark Holy Dragon's soul power into her, trying to stabilize her disordered breathing.

Ye Xishui leaned against him, her face as white as paper, but a relieved smile on her lips.

“Xiaoyao…” she said softly, “I destroyed it. That martial spirit that made me live a life of shame, I destroyed it.”

Long Xiaoyao's eyes immediately reddened.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Xishui raised her hand and gently stroked his face.

"Don't cry," she said. "I still have a martial spirit. Look, it's the Phoenix of Light."

Close your eyes, and your aura begins to change.

It was no longer the chilling aura of the Blood God Demon Puppet, but a warm, pure light. The phantom of a radiant phoenix slowly unfurled behind her, its wings as white as snow, enveloped in a soft glow.

The Phoenix of Light, her second martial soul.

For so many years, she has never dared to use it.

She dared not let others know that she possessed a Radiant Martial Soul, dared not show the slightest weakness. She lived her life as a pure Evil Soul Master, a demon feared by all.

But now, she doesn't want to pretend anymore.

The wings of the Radiant Phoenix fluttered gently, and the soft light dispelled the chill left behind by the shattered Blood God Demon Puppet.

Ye Xishui opened her eyes and looked at Long Xiaoyao.

"From this day forward, I am no longer the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult." Her voice was soft, yet steady. "I am simply Ye Xishui. A Soul Master with the Martial Soul of the Phoenix of Light. A..."

He paused, then a smile curved his lips.

"Someone who wants to walk openly and honestly with you in the sunlight."

Long Xiaoyao held her tightly, and tears finally fell.

Over the past century, he had imagined this scene countless times. He imagined her no longer hiding, no longer running away, no longer shrouding herself in indifference and killing. He imagined the two of them walking together on the street, without hiding or concealing themselves, like the most ordinary couple.

He thought this day would never come.

But it came.

Xu Yanli stood at the entrance of the stone chamber, quietly watching this scene.

Yes, the moment of romance in Douluo Continent has arrived!

Without saying a word, he simply retreated quietly and closed the door behind him.

Outside the stone chamber, Yue Zhengling stood guard in the corridor. Seeing him emerge, she lowered her voice, "Your Highness, inside..."

"It's alright," Xu Yanli said.

He started walking out, but stopped abruptly at the entrance of the palace.

Moonlight streamed in from outside the door and fell upon him.

From the depths of the sea of ​​the spirit, a violent tremor came.

The phantoms of the Ancient Tree of Life and the Destructive Thunder Domain simultaneously appeared in his consciousness. The emerald green life force and the dark purple destructive force intertwined, no longer clearly distinct, but completely merging into a chaotic sea of ​​light.

Xu Yanli's face showed no joy, only an indescribable calm.

I looked up at the moon in the night sky.

Mother, can you see this?

Your son has arrived here.

Just as he was about to take a step, the communication device at his waist suddenly vibrated violently.

Xu Yanli glanced down and his pupils contracted.

It was an urgent message from Kong Deming, containing only one line:

"Your Highness, the Three Kingdoms have gathered a group of Title Douluos, and their target is you."

What a joke! It seems like people from the Three Kingdoms period can't do anything but assassination.

Xu Yanli gripped the communicator tightly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

finally come.