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

So she colluded with a few power-hungry scoundrels in the Shrek Supervisory Group, and under the pretext of "bandit suppression," slaughtered her entire family overnight, sparing no one, including the elderly, women, and children.

She was "rescued" by Moon of Shrek Academy and taken in as an inner disciple. What seemed like protection was actually a form of house arrest.

How ironic.

The enemy who wiped out her entire family and the person who claimed to save her were actually in cahoots.

That day, she knelt in the heavy rain for a full hour before finally standing up, wiping away her tears, and drawing her sword to sever all past ties.

She hasn't returned to Shrek Academy all these years, not just out of hatred, but more because she has found the path she should truly take.

In the moonlight, Zhang Lexuan leaped from the top of the tower and landed steadily in front of the palace gate.

Before the soldiers guarding the palace gates could react, they were bound tightly by chains formed from moonlight, unable to move an inch.

She didn't kill him; she simply raised her hand and waved it, causing the illusory image of the Silver Moon Martial Soul behind her to fully unfold. Moonlight surged into every corner of the palace like a tide, illuminating every palace, every corridor, and revealing all those hiding in the shadows.

"Soldiers of the Heavenly Soul Empire, I am Zhang Lexuan."

Chapter 189 Lay Down Your Weapons

Zhang Lexuan's voice, carried by the moonlight, slowly echoed throughout the entire palace.

There were no roars, no shouts, just plain and simple words.

But the moonlight, carrying her voice, flowed down from the top of the tower, landing on the blue bricks and glazed tiles, and pressing heavily on everyone's heart.

The palace gates fell into a deathly silence.

The Imperial Guards' hands, gripping their weapons, began to tremble uncontrollably. The city's defenders, who had originally intended to hold out to the death, now looked completely bewildered.

The vast majority of people present had heard of this name.

Thirty years ago, she was the only daughter of the number one titled Douluo of the Heavenly Soul Sect. She was an unparalleled genius who was taken away by Shrek Academy and was also someone the royal family was determined to eliminate completely.

Everyone thought she was long dead, and that the Silver Moon lineage had been completely wiped out thirty years ago, leaving no survivors.

But she is still alive.

Standing gracefully under the moonlight, at the highest point of Tiandou City, she looked down upon her homeland and the blood feud that buried her entire family.

“You all know perfectly well what the royal family is up to.” Zhang Lexuan’s tone remained calm, as calm as a pool of cold water, but beneath the surface lay thirty years of hatred, thirty years of torment, and countless sleepless nights. “The so-called massacre of the village by evil spirit masters was nothing but a lie fabricated by the royal family in collusion with the Shrek Academy’s oversight group. They never killed evil spirit masters; they killed my family, hundreds of innocent lives, not even sparing children as young as a few years old.”

"Now that they can so easily wipe out my entire family, will your entire families disappear in the same way in the future?"

"And your success today is thanks to the support of your families, but have you ever thought that you wouldn't have had to suffer so much originally?"

Her gaze turned coldly towards the depths of the palace, landing on the trembling old emperor behind the dragon throne in the main hall, who dared not show his face.

"Is it really worth it for you to risk your lives for such a filthy royal family?"

"Ten thousand years ago, there was an organization called the Spirit Hall. They were composed of people with Angel Spirits. They helped commoners awaken their spirits for free. If a spirit was awakened, they would be taken to school for free. You don't need to be affiliated with any family or sect."

"Now, the Sun Moon Empire has revived the Spirit Hall's legacy, and at the same time, it treats its people and your families well. It has attacked cities all the way without harming the civilians. As long as you put down your blades, you are civilians, ordinary people, and they will not hurt you. But if you dare to resist, then the Sun Moon Empire's soul tools are not to be trifled with."

The palace gates were eerily quiet, with only the night wind whistling through the flags, the faint neighing of horses from the distant military camp, and the suppressed breathing of the crowd.

Suddenly, a crisp metallic thud broke the deathly silence.

Clang!

I don't know who was the first to let go of their weapon.

The long sword struck the bluestone ground, the dull echo reverberating repeatedly.

Then came the second game, the third game, and hundreds of games...

The sounds of weapons hitting the ground were dense and numerous, like a torrential rain pounding on sheet metal, echoing endlessly in the empty palace gates.

No one was willing to resist.

The Heavenly Soul's fate was sealed long ago. The royal family was incompetent and tyrannical, the army suffered defeat after defeat, the people were disloyal, and even Heaven was not on their side.

What they were desperately trying to protect was nothing more than a corrupt and rotten court, a cowardly emperor, and a group of parasites who only knew how to exploit the people.

The heavy palace gates slowly opened from the inside.

It wasn't blasted open by artillery fire, nor was it smashed open by giant logs; it was the soldiers defending the city who pushed open their own doors.

The sound of the door hinges turning was particularly desolate in the dead of night, like a long sigh, or a mournful lament at the end of a curtain.

There was no bloodshed, no rivers of blood, and no one put up a stubborn resistance.

The vast Heavenly Soul Capital was subdued from within by a woman with the Moon Martial Soul, without shedding a drop of blood.

Zhang Lexuan stood at the palace gate, the moonlight casting a long, slender shadow over her. She didn't step into the palace, but simply gazed silently at the once magnificent, now dilapidated palace, remaining silent for a long time.

He then turned and walked towards the direction of the Sun and Moon Army outside the city.

High above the palace tower, the flag of the Heavenly Soul Empire hung limply, swaying in the wind.

The Heavenly Soul Empire was thus destroyed.

From the fall of Sunset City to the surrender of Heavenly Dou City, only fourteen days had passed.

Huo Yuhao was wiping his soul-guided sword in his tent when he received the message.

He glanced up at the messenger, then lowered his head to continue wiping his sword, his tone unusually calm, as if what had been destroyed was not a capital city, but merely a small town surrendering normally.

"understood."

Orange stood outside the tent, her orange hair blowing in the morning breeze. Gazing at the distant outline of Tiandou City, she sighed softly, "It's all over."

"It's still early." Huo Yuhao sheathed his longsword, straightened his clothes, and stood up. "Even if the Heavenly Soul is gone, there's still the Battle Spirit and the Star Luo. This road is still long."

He stepped out of the tent, gazed at the dawn breaking on the horizon, and took a deep breath of the cool morning breeze.

"Order the entire army to rest for three days. After three days, march on the Douling Empire."

At dawn, the news reached Mingdu.

Xu Yanli was by the study window, holding a cup of hot tea in his hands, the clear tea reflecting the morning light.

Le Zhengling stood behind him, reporting the latest battle report in a low voice.

"Tian Dou City opened its gates and surrendered, and the Heavenly Soul Emperor was captured alive by the Imperial Guards. Zhang Lexuan did not enter the palace, but stood at the palace gate all night, and left alone after dawn."

After listening, Xu Tianran remained silent for a moment, put down his teacup, and simply nodded.

"understood."

He looked out the window and saw that the osmanthus trees in the courtyard were covered with fallen yellow leaves, creating a golden carpet on the ground.

Autumn is almost over.

Xu Yanli stood in the center of the altar, the black stones beneath his feet were piercingly cold.

Now, he only has two left.

With only two more soul bones needed, the ninth trial will be complete.

First came the soul bone of the left leg, offered up by the jade swan, Brigitte.

A soft, emerald-green light suddenly exploded on my left leg, gentle and warm like a spring breeze caressing water, but underneath it was excruciating pain, as if a red-hot iron rod was slowly piercing into my bone marrow along the sole of my foot.

Xu Yanli gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He had endured the pain of the previous several rounds of stripping and tempering, each one more unbearable than the last. This little bit of torment was nothing to him.

The moment my left leg bone was dislocated, a flood of past memories rushed into my mind.

When he was twelve years old, on the edge of the Starry Forest, a woman holding a child knelt down and kowtowed, her forehead bleeding profusely, begging him to save her child.

He dispelled the illness, and the child survived safely.

The woman was extremely grateful and, after many twists and turns, kept the Xiaoyao Pavilion token close to her body and hung it on her child, telling everyone she met that it was he who saved her child's life.

The scene shifts to the New City School, where simply dressed children are reading attentively. They may not recognize all the characters, but they firmly remember the three words "Xiaoyao Wang" (逍遥王), and their eyes light up when they mention them.

On the streets of Mingdu, people bowed respectfully, not out of fear or submission, but out of heartfelt reverence. Some knelt and refused to rise, saying that the Carefree King deserved the worship of all.

Chapter 190 Becoming a God!!!

The emerald light flowed and returned to its place, the tempering was complete.

Next, the right leg bone.

Dark purple power erupted instantly, and a violent and destructive aura raged and surged within the bones, like a trapped dragon breaking free, crashing wildly against the body.

The pain was far more intense than before; it wasn't tearing apart, but rather devouring and crushing, then slowly reshaping the bones.

Xu Yanli groaned, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat streaming down his face. He gritted his teeth and held on, refusing to faint even a fraction.

The moment the soul bone in his right leg was separated, a profound understanding of heaven and earth welled up in his heart.

He finally understood the true meaning of destruction.

Destruction is never about killing and destruction, nor is it about ruthless erasure.

Withered leaves fall so that new buds may grow; old cities crumble so that new cities may rise; corrupt dynasties fall so that people may regain a peaceful life.

Destruction is always the beginning of new life.

The dark purple light returned to its place, and the perfect creation was complete.

The seven soul bones transformed into armor and returned to their original positions.

Xu Yanli was soaked to the bone, panting heavily, but his eyes shone with an alarming light.

The next instant, all seven divine armors burst forth with light.

The left leg was emerald green, the right leg was murky, the left arm was dark purple, the right arm was pitch black, the torso was ice blue, and the head was a mixed white.

The six divine intents circulated within the body, connecting the limbs to the torso, and the torso to the head, constantly intertwining and merging.

Life, destruction, and judgment—three diametrically opposed forces—counterbalance and coexist within him, forming a complete set of laws.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and a five-colored pillar of light pierced through the body, penetrated the sea of ​​consciousness, the roof of the secret chamber, and soared straight into the heavens.

All the people of Mingdu looked up at the same time.

From the direction of the Prince of Xiaoyao's Mansion, a five-colored pillar of light stretched across the sky, exploding into a gentle rain of light that slowly fell upon the entire city.

The sunlight fell on the eaves, treetops, the shoulders of passersby, and the hair of children, warm and gentle, neither too hot nor too cold.