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

An ordinary college life.

Ordinary days.

The scene changes.

He lay on the hospital bed, his face ashen, his lips purple, his body covered in tubes, his breathing rapid and weak, his chest heaving violently, as if he were fighting a final battle with something.

Several people were gathered around the bed.

His relatives.

Uncle, second uncle, aunt, cousin, and older cousin.

They excitedly gave him gifts, laughing and saying that he was the only one who had been admitted to university, so he shouldn't treat himself badly.

So many touching scenes.

Many harmonious family relationships.

If Xu Yanli hadn't seen his cousin slip a packet of white powder into the bubble tea on the bedside table when no one was looking...

He saw his cousin pull a small, transparent plastic bag from his sleeve, which contained half a bag of white powder.

He first blocked the view of others with his body, then quickly tore open the bag, poured all the powder into the cup of bubble tea, stirred it with a straw until it was evenly mixed, and then casually stuffed the empty bag back into his sleeve and stepped aside.

His movements were so practiced that it looked like he had rehearsed them countless times.

His expression was so natural, as if he had done something insignificant.

Xu Yanli stood in front of that scene, looking at everything, a complex and indescribable emotion surging within him.

It wasn't anger, sadness, or hatred.

It's absurd.

It's ridiculous.

It is utterly absurd.

So he didn't choke to death from bubble tea.

He was poisoned to death by his own cousin with a cup of milk tea laced with lime powder.

For what?

For money.

The money his parents left him.

The car accident compensation, insurance payouts, and demolition compensation for the old house add up to over a million yuan.

To those relatives, an orphan who has lost both parents and has no one to rely on is just a piece of meat on a chopping board, and anyone can cut into him.

They were afraid he would live, afraid he would come back with the money when he grew up.

As for that cousin, he might also be a victim.

They chose to have their cousin kill him.

How simple.

How straightforward.

So clean and efficient.

So it turns out his destiny isn't just based on his genes from this lifetime, but also on this thing.

Xu Yanli looked at the cup of bubble tea, at her cousin's skillful movements, and at the genuine or feigned sadness on the faces of the other relatives, and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, with only a slight upward curve at the corners of the mouth.

But there was not a trace of a smile in his eyes.

There is only a sense of powerlessness, as if you see through everything but can do nothing about it.

The scene continues.

he died.

The body was sent to the funeral home, and the relatives hastily held a farewell ceremony that was as simple as it could possibly be. They didn't even buy a coffin; they just wrapped the body in a white hospital sheet and placed it on a metal-framed bed.

No one cried, no one knelt, no one was truly sad.

They were just waiting, waiting for his burial, waiting for everything to settle down, so that they could rightfully claim their share of the money.

But they couldn't even be bothered to hold a proper funeral.

There was no memorial service, no eulogy, no wreaths, and not even a portrait of him.

His roommate couldn't stand it anymore.

His three roommates, who had lived with him for four years, always laughing and joking, playing games together, skipping classes together, and cooking hot pot together in the dorm, pooled their money to buy him the cheapest little coffin box. They dug a hole in the grove behind the school and buried him there.

There was no tombstone, no marker, only a crooked old locust tree, which served as the only sign.

His ashes are buried under that old locust tree.

Meanwhile, his relatives used the money left by his parents to buy houses, cars, and send their children abroad, living a very prosperous life.

As for his death?

It was suppressed.

The death certificate issued by the hospital stated "sudden death," but the school did not pursue the matter, the police did not investigate, and the media did not report on it.

An orphan with no parents and no one to rely on dies, and who would really care?

Who cares how a young man died?

Who cares if there's anything inappropriate in that bubble tea?

Xu Yanli stood in front of the screen, watching all of this, and remained silent for a very long time.

He thought he would hate.

I hate those relatives, I hate this indifferent world, and I hate my own cowardice and incompetence in my past life.

But he found that he couldn't bring himself to hate.

It's not because of magnanimity, nor because of forgiveness, but because we are separated by two lifetimes and twenty years, and those once unforgettable hatreds have faded.

It's as bland as a cup of tea that's been steeped too many times, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible bitterness that lingers on the tip of the tongue before dissipating.

He is now Xu Yanli.

He is the carefree king of the Sun Moon Empire, the actual controller of the Angel Legion, the inheritor of the dual gods of life and destruction, and the nineteen-year-old Limit Douluo.

That college student wearing a plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses, lost in thought in his dorm room, is dead.

He's been dead for twenty years.

Chapter 187 The Succubus's Temptation

Xu Yanli withdrew his gaze and refused to look at those messy scenes again.

The chaotic light between his brows trembled violently, then began to spin rapidly, faster and faster, its light growing brighter and brighter, until finally it transformed into a stream of light that pierced directly into his brow.

This is not dissipation, but complete integration.

Divinity was completely integrated into his soul.

That eye bone finally underwent a complete transformation, becoming a true eye of God.

The eye of judgment.

Xu Yanli closed his eyes, feeling the warm sensation coming from between his brows, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

We've finally made it past the first altar.

He didn't even have time to catch his breath before the second wave of excruciating pain followed.

This time it's not my eye socket that hurts, it's my right arm.

To be precise, it's the soul bone in the right arm.

The soul bone that the black dragon sacrificed to him two hundred thousand years ago is slowly peeling off his right arm bone.

It's not about forcibly removing it, but about repeatedly refining it.

Transform ordinary bones into true divine bones.

The excruciating pain shot up his right arm to his shoulder and then spread throughout his body, as if countless tiny knives were scraping against his bones, causing him excruciating pain.

Xu Yanli gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

He was already used to the pain.

The lightning strikes in the secret realm, the desperate battles on the battlefield of the Evil Eye, and the excruciating pain of the eye bone transformation just now—every scar on his body is a testament to how he has come to where he is today.

This little bit of pain is nothing.

The moment his right arm bone was completely detached, another image suddenly rushed into his mind.

He saw a man nearly nine feet tall, holding a massive black sword about the same height as him, with two ancient seal characters engraved on the hilt.

The man smiled and looked at him, asking if he was willing to assist him in establishing the Qin Dynasty's everlasting foundation.

Xu Yanli's fingers involuntarily curled up slightly.

He recognized that sword.

That's Qin Shi Huang!

No, it's not just recognizing, it's a memory etched into my very bones.

He almost stepped over there.

But suddenly a chilling sensation from the dragon's torso and bones came from his back, pinning him to the spot, unable to move.

The scene before my eyes shattered into pieces in an instant.

Then a second image appeared.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen, dressed in white robes and silver armor, stood alone atop the Qilian Mountains, with the boundless grasslands behind him and tens of thousands of Xiongnu troops before him. He turned to look at Xu Yanli, smiling as he asked if he wanted to join him in sealing the wolf's lair.

Xu Yanli's breathing became rapid instantly.