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

At the very center of the Sea of ​​Spirit, floats a gray-gold orb of light.

It was a whole size smaller than before, and its light was much dimmer. It looked like it was about to go out, but the ball of light continued to rotate slowly, unhurriedly, exuding a kind of composure that had survived countless tribulations and taken life and death lightly.

Soon, Electrolux's phantom emerged from the sphere of light. His gray robes were even paler than before, and his figure was so ethereal that it seemed a gust of wind could disperse him. He looked down at Xu Yanli, his aged face expressionless, but his gray eyes held a deep sense of relief and emotion.

“You’ve become a god,” Electrox said, his voice hoarse and low, yet tinged with amusement, “much faster than I expected.”

Xu Yanli didn't speak, but just looked up at the old man.

For eight years, he taught me necromancy, purifying fire, soul-suppressing spells, and soul mirroring. This faint remnant soul has been with me in my spiritual sea, being nourished little by little until now.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, aiming at the gray-gold orb of light.

The chaotic divine power flowed slowly from his palm, not a violent outpouring, but rather a trickle, drawing the purest primal power from the depths of his spiritual sea. Life, destruction, judgment, time and space, good and evil—the five-colored divine light intertwined and swirled in his palm, finally condensing into a chaotic pillar of light that landed precisely on the gray-gold sphere of light.

Electrolux's phantom shuddered violently.

He looked down at his hands, watching his once almost transparent figure gradually solidify and return to its original state.

Chapter 192 Tang San is in pain!

The gray robe transformed from illusion to reality, with the fabric's wrinkles, textures, and the wear and tear on the hem all meticulously reproduced.

On his aged face, wrinkles were clearly visible, and the light in his gray eyes grew brighter and brighter.

This is not simply repairing a broken soul; it's reshaping a physical body!

What Xu Yanli did was to summon back all the scattered fragments of Ilex's soul from the void of the heavens, and then use the power of creation to forcibly reshape them into a complete physical body belonging to the Necromancer God.

The gray-gold sphere of light began to expand continuously, growing larger and larger, and its light changed from dim to intense, illuminating the entire chaotic sea of ​​spirit.

Cracks gradually appeared on the surface of the light sphere, not breaking apart, but emerging from its cocoon, as if something was breaking free from within.

Pure gray light gushed out from the crack.

It's not the previous gray-gold color; it's a pure gray without any impurities.

That was the original color of the Necromancer God, a color that transcends life and death, traverses light and darkness, and sees through creation and destruction, ultimately returning to silence.

"boom!!!"

The gray-gold sphere of light exploded completely, turning into countless gray-gold specks of light that drifted onto the surface of the chaotic sea.

From the center of the light, a figure slowly stepped out.

A grey robe, grey-white hair, an aged yet not decaying face, and deep grey eyes.

The Necromancer, Elex.

Not a remnant soul, not a phantom, but Electrox, who has a complete physical body and has truly been resurrected!

He stood before Xu Yanli, looked down at his hands, then looked up at the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness. After a long silence, he finally smiled softly.

The smile was faint, just a slight upturn at the corners of the mouth, but in those eyes, there was a sense of relief at being reborn, a farewell to the past, and an examination of this new world.

"I never thought I'd still be alive one day." He spoke, his voice no longer hoarse and low, but clear and deep, full of the composure that comes with experience.

Xu Yanli looked at him and smiled gently: "Teacher, welcome back."

Electrolux didn't say thank you; between master and apprentice, this bond didn't need to be expressed verbally.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic ocean, then towards the floating seeds of life and destruction in the distance, before finally settling back on Xu Yanli.

"What are your plans next?"

Xu Yanli was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Let's deal with the mess at Shrek Academy first. Xuanzi escaped back and must have exaggerated a lot of things. The original three kingdoms will never let this go. Wang Dong'er, Da Ming, and Er Ming are still locked up in the dungeon. Whether to kill them or release them, we have to settle this matter."

He paused, then turned his gaze to the depths of the Sea of ​​Spirit, towards the gate leading to the realm of gods.

"Then, to the realm of the gods."

Electrolux raised an eyebrow: "Go find Tang San?"

"Yes, find him."

Xu Yanli spoke calmly, without hatred or anger, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"He will have to pay back his debts eventually."

The realm of the gods, the temple of the sea god.

Tang San suddenly sat up in bed, his face as pale as paper, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, and his whole body exuding an indescribable eeriness.

"Third Brother! What's wrong with you?" Xiao Wu was so frightened that she rushed over and hugged him, frantically touching his forehead. Her fingertips barely touched his skin before they were covered in icy cold sweat. "Why are you so frighteningly cold?"

Tang San couldn't make a sound at all.

He froze on the spot, his body trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't the cold; it was a chill that crept up from the deepest part of his soul, seeping out through his limbs and bones.

The Asura Godhood... is gone.

The power of judgment upon which he relied for his position has also completely vanished!

How is this possible?! What on earth is going on?!

He closed his eyes tightly, desperately trying to feel the two powers that had been ingrained in his bones and accompanied him for tens of thousands of years, but all he got in return was an empty void. It was as if two pieces of flesh had been forcibly ripped out of his heart, and the wounds were still bleeding, making him tremble with pain.

No, it's not that I just thought it, it's that it is.

"Someone...someone stole my power." Tang San finally spoke, his voice hoarse and unlike his own, each word squeezed out through gritted teeth, trembling uncontrollably. "The Asura Godhood, and the power of judgment, are all gone..."

The color drained from Xiaowu's face instantly, and she tightened her grip on his arm, her eyes filled with panic and disbelief.

Tang San gripped the blanket tightly beneath him, the veins on the back of his hands bulging out, looking ferocious and terrifying.

He already had a guess in his mind.

No, he didn't even know who the other party was, but he was certain that all of this was definitely related to that kid in the lower realm who had an angelic martial soul!

Starting seven years ago, everything went off track.

The Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction joined forces to shield the lower realm. His divine sense was directly shattered by a chaotic light. Even Wang Dong'er is still being held captive in Mingdu. Now, even her position as the God of Asura has been taken away.

He had never even seen the other party's true face from beginning to end, yet he was gradually forced into this desperate situation.

Tang San threw off the covers, his bare feet stepping onto the cold floor. He paced back and forth in the bedchamber, his steps hurried and frantic, going around and around, his heart filled with boundless rage.

Xiao Wu followed closely behind him, opening her mouth several times to try and comfort him, but the words stuck in her throat.

She followed Tang San her whole life and knew his personality best.

At this point, no amount of persuasion will help.

He wanted to destroy the temple.

He wanted to confront the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life, asking them what they had done in the mortal realm and why they were constantly opposing him!

But as soon as he reached the entrance of the palace, he suddenly stopped.

His right hand was suspended in mid-air, no more than half an inch away from the door frame, but he couldn't reach it out no matter how hard he tried.

Now that he has lost the authority of the God of Asura, he has no way to fight against the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life.

Tang San gritted his teeth, turned around abruptly, walked back to the bedside, and sat down heavily. His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, so dark it seemed to drip water.

He dared not go.

He was afraid.

He feared that if he went there, it would prove that it was all a scheme orchestrated by the goddess of life and the god of destruction.

He feared that if things completely broke down, he wouldn't even be able to keep his remaining position as the Sea God.

He was even more afraid that he, a dual-goddess who had enjoyed glory for tens of thousands of years, would eventually become a joke abandoned by the entire divine realm.

He sat there on the edge of the bed, motionless, his face frighteningly gloomy, and no one could guess what he was plotting.

Meanwhile, inside the Temple of Destruction, a completely different scene unfolded.

Chapter 193 Destroying the Godhood!

The God of Destruction leaned lazily on his throne, legs crossed, holding a cup of dark purple wine in his hand. The wine in the cup swayed gently, reflecting the cold light in the hall, exuding a touch of unbridled indulgence.

Sitting opposite him was not the goddess of life who usually accompanied him, but a young man who looked very free and easy.

This person was none other than the Old God of Destruction, the first deity of the Path of Destruction, and also a subordinate of the God of Destruction.

"Destruction, that's how it all happened." The God of Destruction casually put down his wine cup and recounted what had happened in the lower realm in a few words, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about everyday matters. "That child's second martial soul is the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon, his bloodline is even purer than Emperor Tian's. What do you think of my chosen successor? Not bad, right?"

The old god of destruction's listless eyes brightened slightly upon hearing this.

"It is indeed a pity." The God of Destruction nodded slightly, without saying anything more about the past.

After a long silence, the old God of Destruction suddenly asked, "Do you want me to pass on the position of God of Destruction to that Xu Tianran?"

“That’s right.” The God of Destruction agreed readily. “Xu Tianran is Xu Yanli’s older brother. He is quite talented and possesses the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul. His temperament and methods are also sufficient. If you pass on your godhood to him, it will not only dispel Tang San’s idea of ​​planting people in the Path of Destruction, but also give that child in the lower realm an extra boost.”

He didn't spell it out, but the old god of destruction instantly understood its deeper meaning.

The newly appointed prince needs his own team, but he himself needs to leave.

However, the person mentioned by the God of Destruction, while possessing considerable talent, was too scheming and extremely ambitious.

The old god of destruction slowly picked up the teacup in front of him, his withered fingers gently stroking the rim of the bowl, remaining silent for a long, long time.

Finally, he put down his teacup and slowly nodded: "Okay, we'll do it your way."

The God of Destruction smiled subtly, picked up the wine glass on the table, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in one gulp.

The conflicts in the lower realms are far from over, and it's time for the gods to make a crucial move in their game.

Tang San, the only thing I cherish in my life is the God Realm, but you insist on destroying what I cherish most. So don't blame me for using any means necessary.

Star City.

As dawn broke over the horizon, the entire city was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, a hazy gray, making even the city's outline indistinct.

Xu Yanli hovered high in the sky, looking down at the city he had visited twice, but had never really looked at properly.

Seven years ago, he was a twelve-year-old boy. Sitting in the carriage, he lifted the curtain and saw only the dusty official road and the lazy guards at the city gate. He was only thinking about how to complete the task assigned by his father.

Five years ago was the second time. He took off his mask and stood on the competition stage. Behind him, the phantom of a twelve-winged angel blotted out the sky, and the holy light dispelled the shadows of half the arena. His mind was full of plans on how to crush Shrek's reputation under his feet.

This is the third time.