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

It was not fear, nor was it panic.

He suddenly understood completely.

No matter how hard he tried or how much he struggled, he could never catch up with his younger brother.

It started many years ago, from the moment he sat in his cold wheelchair and watched as six-year-old Xu Yanli was sent to the Crown Prince's residence.

He had already lost completely.

……

The border between Xingluo and the Sun and Moon, once clearly defined and confronting each other for many years, is now blurred and indistinct, practically nonexistent.

No one can say for sure when this border began to exist in name only.

Perhaps it will be the day the entire Tianhun Kingdom surrenders, or perhaps it will be the moment the Xingluo royal family bows down in submission.

Or perhaps, we can trace it back even further.

Seven years ago, at the All-Continent Elite Tournament, that twelve-year-old boy stood on the stage, the center of attention. The phantom of a twelve-winged angel blotted out the sky, and holy light swept across half the arena, overturning everyone's understanding.

From that moment on, the so-called border between the two countries and the division of the mainland ceased to exist.

However, it has only been completely erased from legal and public understanding today.

The coronation ceremony was held in an old city on the border.

The city is not large, its walls are mottled and old, and the bluestone roads inside have been worn smooth and shiny by the footsteps of pedestrians over the years. However, its geographical location is unique, with the ancient land of the sun and moon to the north and the vast territory of the stars to the south, and the entire city straddles the middle of the border between the two countries.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites worked around the clock for three days and three nights to completely renovate the entire ancient city.

The city walls were repainted, the streets were covered with red carpets, and a three-zhang-high white marble platform was built in the city center. The platform was smooth and warm to the touch, and it shone with a soft luster in the morning light.

In the very center of the high platform, there was a dragon throne.

It is neither the bright yellow throne of the old Xingluo Dynasty nor the dark black throne of the Sun and Moon Empire.

It was a chair that was entirely silver-white and surrounded by chaotic divine light, transcending the mortal realm and not belonging to the human world. It was personally condensed by Xu Yanli with supreme divine power.

Before dawn, the entire ancient city was already packed with people, so crowded that it was impossible to move.

The civil and military officials, representing the sun and moon, stood in solemn ranks, while the high-ranking ministers, like stars scattered across the land, bowed in reverence. The celestial beings, descending to earth, were arranged in neat rows, and the envoys of the Divine Spirits stood respectfully with their heads bowed.

All the sect leaders and family heads from various factions across the mainland were present. Those who wanted to come came, and those who were reluctant but dared not not come had no choice but to attend obediently.

Beyond the high platform, the open fields were packed with people.

No one drove them away, no one forced them.

Some people traveled thousands of miles from Mingdu for three days and three nights, some trekked all night from Xingluo City, and countless ordinary people from the borderlands of Tianhun and Douling, carrying their families and provisions, walked here step by step.

Everyone wanted to see the new emperor in person.

Meet this legendary youth who awakened a top-tier martial soul at the age of six, established the Xiaoyao Pavilion at the age of twelve to control the sale of soul tools from four major empires, became a Title Douluo at the age of sixteen, stepped into the Limit Douluo realm at the age of nineteen, and ascended to godhood at the age of twenty.

Meet the son of the eldest princess, meet the man who personally ended the millennia-long war on the continent and unified the four seas.

As dawn breaks, the sky turns a pale, fish-belly white.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a figure in white appeared out of thin air on the high platform.

There was no procession clearing the way, no eunuchs announcing greetings, and no imperial guards protecting the emperor.

Xu Yanli simply stepped out of the void, like the first ray of dawn, naturally descending to the human world.

Today, he is neither wearing a crown nor elaborate imperial robes.

Beyond the moon-white robe, a layer of gossamer-thin silver-white divine armor covered her, clinging to her body and shimmering with multicolored divine light, luxurious yet unconventional.

Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the jade fan that she always carried with her still hung at her waist.

However, the once carefree words "逍遥" (Xiaoyao, meaning carefree and unrestrained) on the fan have faded away, replaced by the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and peaks—a microcosm of the entire Douluo Continent.

Ten spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, swirling and circulating around him.

Five red, four orange, and one gold—each soul ring exudes a majestic aura that can shake the heavens and the earth.

There was no need to deliberately release pressure; the divine power simply leaked out naturally, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and all things to bow down.

He walked slowly to the silver dragon throne, but did not sit down.

He turned around and faced the tens of thousands of his subjects and common people below the stage.

His gaze slowly swept across the area below, passing over the ministers of the sun and moon, the officials scattered like stars, the heavenly generals descending, the envoys of the fighting spirits, the white-haired old ministers kneeling and weeping, and the children with curious eyes looking up.

He swept across this land where he had lived for twenty years, fought for seven years, and now finally unified it completely.

"Today I ascend the throne,"

His voice was not loud, but it penetrated through layers of people, clearly reaching everyone's ears, spreading throughout the cities, mountains, rivers, and the entire continent.

"Not for power, not for pleasure, not for supremacy."

He paused briefly, his gaze open and his words resounding.

"I hereby swear that this continent will be forever free from war! May all people live in peace year after year! May the chaos and strife that have lasted for ten thousand years come to an end in my hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand.

A dense surge of chaotic divine power erupted from his palm, soaring straight into the heavens. It exploded in the sky, transforming into a shower of fine light that drifted down to earth.

The light and rain fell on the high platform, covered the ancient city, and blanketed the mountains and rivers, gently landing on the shoulders of every citizen.

Some of the kneeling people raised their hands to catch the tiny specks of light, their eyes instantly reddening and tears streaming down their faces.

They truly sensed it.

This is not the pressure of soul power, nor the intimidation of an emperor.

It is the mercy of the gods, the ultimate gentleness, and the purest protection and compassion of Heaven for all living beings.

"Long live! Long live! Long live the Emperor!"

It's unclear who was the first to roar out, but the first shout shattered the crowd, spreading like wildfire.

Xu Yanli was helpless, unsure whether the "Long Live the Emperor" was a curse or a blessing upon him.

The calls spread out in layers, from sparse to dense, from faint to mighty, and finally transformed into an overwhelming wave of sound that swept across the entire ancient city, resounded throughout the border wilderness, and echoed in this land that had been reunited.

A green light suddenly rose from the direction of Shrek Academy, not far away.

Chapter 205 Destroying the Godhood

All the officials knelt down, the courtiers bowed their heads, the envoys bowed, and thousands of people prostrated themselves on the ground.

Those powerful figures from aristocratic families who had previously harbored rebellious intentions and were unwilling to submit were now lying face down on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold stone surface, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and they didn't even have the courage to look up.

There are people who are dissatisfied.

Hidden deep in the crowd, concealed in the shadows, and tucked away under bowed heads.

However, faced with the absolute pressure of these ten divine-level soul rings, the terrifying power of the five-colored divine light, and the vast divine might of the true god before them, they were still powerless.

All the resentment, scheming, resistance, and ambition were crushed to dust and rendered insignificant.

The thoughts of mortals are as insignificant as dust before the gods.

Xu Yanli did not tell anyone to rise.

He stood quietly on the high platform, letting the people kneel and let the roar of the crowd shake the heavens and the earth.

He looked up and gazed northwards, towards the direction of Mingdu.

Then, turning to look south, one sees the homeland of Xingluo City.

In a daze, he thought of his mother.

The woman he never had the chance to meet, yet whose image he pieced together from countless accounts, and whose lifelong obsession he knew.

He walked the path she couldn't finish in her entire life.

He fulfilled her lifelong dream of conquering the world, a dream she had never realized.

mother.

He murmured it to himself so softly that almost no one noticed.

Did you see that?

A strong morning breeze blew, ruffling his golden hair and causing his robes and armor to flutter wildly.

On the high platform, a silver-white figure stood alone, like an ancient and eternal god, quietly overlooking this land that had finally found peace and tranquility.

The coronation ceremony lasted for a full day and night.

From the first light of dawn to the setting sun, the elaborate rituals were completed one by one.

He offered sacrifices to Heaven, issued imperial edicts, hosted banquets, and granted a general amnesty.

For the entire day, Xu Yanli remained standing on the high platform.

Standing at the very center of this continent, at the dividing line between the old and new eras, he personally receives the worship of all people, ends the chaos, and ushers in a new era of peace and prosperity.

As the sun sets, its afterglow bathes the white jade platform in a warm, golden-red hue.

As the final ritual concluded, the officials withdrew in turn, the common people gradually dispersed, and the ancient city, which had been bustling all day, finally returned to tranquility.

On the high platform, only Xu Yanli remained.

The evening breeze, carrying the chill of early winter, blew freely, causing his robes to flutter and rustle. He did not use his divine power to protect himself, letting the cold wind assault him and his hair fly wildly in disarray.

He looked up at the vast sky.

Above the clouds lies the realm of the gods.

It is Tang San, and it is those gods who dwell high in the heavens, viewing the human world as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces.

almost.

He thought to himself silently.

Once the court is completely stable, the new policies are implemented, and this continent truly enjoys lasting peace and the people live in peace and contentment.

He then personally ascended the heavenly steps and entered the realm of gods.

We will settle all the old scores accumulated over the years, one by one, one by one.