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

Xu Yanli frowned slightly, raised his hand to take out the communicator, and pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the communication line, Jing Hongchen's voice was urgent and hoarse, filled with extreme panic, completely lacking his usual composure: "Your Majesty! The late Emperor of the Sun and Moon has just passed away!"

Snap!

Xu Yanli's fingertips suddenly tightened, his fingers gripping the communicator so tightly that a faint cracking sound was heard from his bones.

The chaotic divine power in his palm surged uncontrollably, spreading and flowing along the outer shell of the communicator, hissing and emitting a chilling divine pressure.

His voice remained calm and steady, without the slightest fluctuation, but those who knew him well knew that beneath this calm lay a turbulent undercurrent.

"The exact time?"

"Just a moment ago!" Yue Zhengling's voice trembled. "His Highness the Crown Prince sent an urgent message: the late Emperor left a will bequeathing the throne to you!"

The main hall was deathly silent, almost suffocating.

Several eunuchs had already knelt down in terror, their foreheads pressed against the cold gold bricks, their bodies trembling. An invisible divine power pressed down on them like a mountain, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

Xu Yanli remained silent for two seconds.

"Understood."

With those three simple words, he hung up the communication and put the soul tool back into his sleeve.

He then slowly rose to his feet, his dark robes trailing on the ground, the silk rubbing against the gold bricks, making a soft rustling sound.

He walked very steadily, his steps slow but heavy, each step feeling as if it were stepping on the hearts of everyone.

Upon reaching the entrance of the main hall, he suddenly paused.

A dazzling moon-white divine light suddenly exploded from his body, sweeping in all directions.

The elaborate and solemn imperial robes and crown, along with all the ordinary clothes on his body, instantly turned into dust and dissipated in the warm afternoon sun.

Instead, he was clad in a chilling, sacred silver-white divine armor, with five-colored divine light flowing and swirling around him, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

Ten spirit rings of varying shades emerged and swirled beneath his feet.

Then, a person who looked exactly like Xu Yanli appeared beside him, and then he separated a wisp of his divine consciousness to change the clone into an imperial robe.

"Zhongliwu, come out."

Xu Yanli leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of white rainbow that pierced the sky, hurtling towards Mingdu, a thousand miles away.

The Star City beneath their feet shrank rapidly, the majestic imperial palace became a tiny dot, and all the houses and countless people in the city turned into blurry dust.

Chapter 202 Machine Breakage

Xu Yanli's speed is terrifyingly fast, chasing the wind and lightning, distorting space, and nothing in the world can keep up with his trajectory.

His face was indifferent and cold, devoid of sorrow, joy, anger, or agitation.

All that remained was a deathly stillness, like a frozen lake, beneath which lay turbulent undercurrents unseen by anyone.

Thousands of miles away, in the Sun and Moon Empire, at the Crown Prince's Palace in Mingdu.

The door to the secret room was tightly closed, yet the interior was as bright as day, with clear and bright light and shadow.

In the very center of the secret chamber, the "Nuwa" instrument stood silently. Its silver-white body shimmered with a faint blue light, rising and falling steadily, like a sleeping, beating mechanical heart.

Inside the core culture chamber of the instrument, a tiny golden speck of light floated, as fine as a spark, precarious and fragile, like a tender sprout just breaking through the soil, so delicate that it could be completely extinguished at any moment.

Xu Tianran stood in front of the instrument, staring intently at the faint light, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Kong Deming stood behind him, holding a cup of completely cold tea. He hadn't touched it at all, his brows furrowed and his expression extremely grave.

"It's done?" After a long silence, Xu Tianran spoke in a hoarse voice, breaking the silence.

"It's done." Kong Deming nodded solemnly, his tone complex. "Nuwa's initial nurturing ceremony has been successfully completed, and the foundation has been laid."

Xu Tianran remained silent for a while before pointing to the golden light in the culture chamber.

The moment his fingertips touched the cold bulkhead, he abruptly pulled them back.

He was afraid.

A fear that's hard to explain.

Are you afraid that this sliver of light is too weak to last until the end?

Or are we afraid that it will become too powerful in the future and turn into a scourge that no one can control?

he does not know.

But he knew in his heart that he had no way out and had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep going.

"Let's continue."

Xu Tianran withdrew his hand and turned to walk towards the door of the secret room.

But just as he stepped one foot out of the threshold of the secret room...

A dark purple streak of light suddenly descended from the sky.

It didn't seep in from outside the door; it pierced through layers of clouds and fell straight down from the distant void of the divine realm.

The light was incredibly fast. Even Xu Tianran, a level 97 Title Douluo, didn't have time to react before the purple light struck the Nuwa instrument in the center of the secret chamber with perfect accuracy.

There was no deafening roar, no violent explosion.

Only a very soft, muffled sound, like a sigh, quietly spread through the sealed room.

The silver-white instrument trembled violently under the purple light, and the blue light on its body flickered rapidly, like a beast on the verge of death struggling with its last bit of strength.

The golden light that had been sustained in the incubation chamber suddenly froze, then rapidly dimmed, like a flickering candle in the wind being extinguished by a gust of cold wind, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

"No!"

The teacup slipped from Kong Deming's hand and shattered on the ground with a "crack".

He staggered to the instrument, his hands gripping the machine tightly, desperately channeling his soul power to try and stabilize the chaotic energy surging around him.

Useless.

No use at all.

The power contained within this purple light exceeded all his comprehension.

It is not ordinary soul power, not spiritual power, and not any kind of energy system that exists on this continent.

This is divine power, a destructive force originating from the source, an iron law that no one in the world can resist or change.

The sturdy and precise instrument slowly disintegrated in the purple light, like sand collapsing in the wind. From the outer shell to the core, it shattered and dissolved inch by inch, turning into countless tiny silver-white specks of light that gently drifted into the air of the sealed room.

Kong Deming's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the shards of metal on the floor. His hands were still in the position of pressing the instrument, but his palms were empty, and he could not grasp anything.

Gazing at the dissipating specks of light, looking at the completely empty center of the secret chamber, and at the chaotic ruins at his feet, the old man instantly burst into tears.

"It's over... it's over..."

At the entrance to the secret room, Xu Tianran stood quietly, motionless, watching everything before him utterly destroyed.

His face showed no emotion, but his hands, hanging at his sides, were trembling slightly.

It's not fear.

It was a bone-chilling cold that spread from the depths of one's bones.

This purple divine light shattered more than just one instrument.

Moreover, if we can destroy this thing at will today, can't we also kill it at will?

No, he had to stay by Xu Yanli's side.

Xu Tianran slowly raised his head and looked at the dome of the secret chamber.

The roof overhead was intact, with not a single crack in the bricks, tiles, or wooden beams, yet that destructive purple light pierced through all the barriers and landed precisely on this spot.

Above the clouds, it seems, lies a pair of all-seeing eyes.

Looking down from above, observing with indifference.

Looking at all his plans, all his thoughts, all his arrangements.

Then, with a casual gesture, she crushed all his schemes with a single finger.

Xu Tianran closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, all the panic surging in them was suppressed, leaving only a bottomless depression and coldness.

"It's been cleaned up."

His tone was ridiculously calm, as if he were casually recounting a trivial matter.

"Clean the secret room thoroughly, leaving not a single trace."

That also puts an end to any lingering thoughts.

Kong Deming looked up at him, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just swallowed it all back.

He slowly got up, his back hunched over, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and silently bent down to pick up the broken pieces scattered on the ground.

Xu Tianran turned around and stepped out of the deathly silent chamber.

In the study next door, the candlelight still flickered quietly, and the hot tea on the table was still warm.

He walked behind his desk, sat down, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. The bitter tea slid down his throat, but he felt nothing.

The sky outside the window was already bright. The morning light shone through the window frame, gently falling on his shoulder, his hand tightly gripping the teacup, and on his emotionless, cold, and stiff face.

He sat there motionless, like a lifeless stone statue.

After sitting quietly for an unknown amount of time, the wooden door to the study was suddenly pushed open.

A snow-white figure swept into the room with the speed of lightning.

Xu Yanli stood in the center of the study, his divine armor still on, surrounded by ever-flowing five-colored divine light, with ten soul rings faintly visible beneath his feet, the residual divine power spreading outwards.

His face appeared calm and composed, but the gaze he cast upon Xu Tianran held a complex and unfathomable meaning.

"elder brother."

Xu Yanli spoke, his voice flat and without inflection.

"Father...is he really gone?"

Xu Tianran put down his teacup and looked up at his younger brother, who had rushed back to Mingdu from Xingluo overnight.