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

"I know, I know." Xu Yanli quickly got up and then disappeared from Xu Tianran's sight.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Yanli appeared deep within that dense forest that he knew all too well. The entrance to the small world where Zihuang annihilated the Heavenly Dragon was hidden between two crooked old trees. Last time he came, it took him a lot of effort to find it, but this time, he could find it with his eyes closed.

He raised his hand and lightly traced a line in the air with his fingertips.

Five-colored divine light overflowed from between his fingers, like an invisible knife, neatly slicing through the air in front of him. The crack was small, just big enough for a person to squeeze in sideways, its edges shimmering with a chaotic light, like an unhealed wound.

Xu Yanli stepped inside.

The secret realm remained unchanged. The purple crystal cave was permeated with that familiar yet choking aura of destruction, creating an oppressive atmosphere. However, the power that once made him tense and breathless now barely lifted a corner of his clothes.

Deep within the cave, the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon was still chained, its black hair and purple eyes nestled in the pile of purple crystals, exactly the same as last time, without even changing its posture.

Hearing the noise, the dragon's eyes snapped open and fell directly on Xu Yanli.

The next second, Zihuang Mietianlong sprang up from the pile of crystals.

Yes, it bounced up, like someone lit a fire under its butt, and it shot up really high in a flash.

Xu Yanli remained silent.

The chains rattled loudly as they were being pulled, but he ignored them, his eyes wide and fixed on Xu Yanli.

"Phew, I can't believe you actually succeeded!"

His voice was urgent and loud, filled with barely suppressed shock and a hint of unbridled elation.

"Creator God! I remember you previously only possessed the divine power of the two God-Kings, Life and Destruction. How come this aura of the Asura God... and the scent of those two old rascals, Good and Evil, are all on you?!"

He circled around Xu Yanli, sniffing the air like a big dog that had smelled a bone, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Xu Yanli stood there watching his adoptive father jump around, and his lips twitched.

"I don't know much about the Asura God either." He shrugged, his tone quite helpless. "It should be that when I became a god, I directly stripped the Asura God of authority from the divine realm and merged it into myself. As for the powers of good and evil..."

He looked down at his hands. In the chaotic halo in his palms, black and white dots of light appeared and disappeared, like two small fish swimming in the water.

"It may have been formed from the condensation and transformation of the power of faith."

Zihuang Mietianlong stopped in place, stared at him for a long time, and then suddenly raised his head.

He probably wanted to laugh out loud.

His mouth was open, and he was about to burst into laughter, but halfway through, he suddenly closed it again.

He stole a glance at Xu Yanli, forcefully suppressing his wild laughter, only letting out two muffled hums in his throat and exhaling two puffs of hot air from his nose.

Xu Yanli looked at him expressionlessly, his face turning purple from trying not to laugh, and a strange feeling of warmth welled up in his heart.

Chapter 218 Extra Chapter 1: Xu Cheng'an

On the day the child was born, the first rain of autumn fell in Mingdu.

Xu Tianran put down his memorial pen, looked up at the gray sky outside the window, and felt inexplicably uneasy, as if something big was about to happen.

Xu Yanli, meanwhile, was sitting to the side reading a storybook.

Suddenly, Luo Xu rushed in.

The old steward who had served Xu Yanli for over a decade was in a terrible state of disarray. He had lost a boot, his hair was mostly disheveled, and he couldn't contain his wild joy. His voice was trembling as he cried out, "Your Majesty! Your Highness! The Empress has given birth!"

Xu Yanli suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

The next moment, he disappeared completely.

Xu Tianran also quickly stood up, but he glanced back at the mountain of memorials piled high on the table.

But he immediately withdrew his gaze and strode out of the imperial study.

When he rushed to the Empress's palace, the entire courtyard was already bustling with activity.

The maids carried hot water and clean white cloths, moving back and forth so fast that they almost created a gust of wind.

Inside the delivery room, the midwife was shouting at the top of her lungs, urging the person inside to push harder. Her sharp, loud voice could be heard clearly even through two courtyard gates.

Under the corridor, Le Zhengyang stood ramrod straight, clad in silver armor and carrying a sword. His knuckles were white and his hand gripping the sword hilt was taut.

Behind him, Yue Zhengxuan, Yue Zhengyao, and the other younger generation all stood ramrod straight, their expressions tense, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Under the osmanthus tree in the corner of the courtyard, Long Xiaoyao sat alone by the stone table, a pot of cold tea in front of him, which he did not touch from beginning to end.

The mask concealed most of his expression, and his eyes appeared half-open, as if he were dozing off, but his taut jawline completely betrayed his uneasy state of mind.

Xu Tianran walked through the corridor and had just stood at the entrance of the delivery room when the door was pushed open from the inside.

Xu Yanli came out.

His pale white robe was wrinkled, with a few faint red bloodstains on the cuffs. His blond hair was casually draped over his shoulders, with a few strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, making him look somewhat disheveled.

His face didn't reveal much emotion, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, brimming with light, like the first ray of warm sunshine breaking through thick clouds in the cold winter, clean and warm.

"Brother." Upon seeing Xu Tianran, he smiled slightly. "She's given birth."

Xu Tianran's throat tightened suddenly, and his voice became a little dry: "Boy or girl?"

"It's a kid." Xu Yanli stepped aside to make way for the doorway, gesturing with his chin towards the room. "Want to come in and take a look?"

Xu Tianran did not move.

It's not that I don't want to watch, it's just that my legs suddenly feel weak for no reason.

It seemed like he hadn't seen a new life in a long time.

Xu Yanli didn't urge him. He just leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, and looked at his usually calm and composed older brother with a half-smile. It was rare to see him so embarrassed and helpless.

At this moment, Ye Guyi's gentle voice came from inside the house, weak and hoarse from childbirth, yet as soft as a gentle breeze in early spring: "Big brother, come in, your nephew is waiting to see you."

Xu Tianran took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and stepped into the delivery room.

The room still reeked of a strong smell of blood, mixed with the warm, damp scent of herbs and hot water, creating a stuffy atmosphere.

Ye Guyi leaned against the headboard, her forehead covered with a fine layer of cold sweat, holding a small baby wrapped in a bright yellow swaddling cloth in her arms.

The child was a tiny little bundle, his face hadn't fully developed yet, wrinkled and red, looking like a little monkey.

The only thing missing was a thin layer of baby hair on the top of her head, which was pure gold and softly lay on her scalp, shimmering with a delicate and gentle glow when the candlelight flickered.

Xu Tianran stood by the bed, looking down at the little guy quietly, without saying a word for a long time.

As if sensing his gaze, the baby in the swaddling clothes stirred slightly and slowly opened its eyes.

A pair of pure gold eyes.

It wasn't an unusual color driven by soul power; it was something he was born with. His golden pupils, like glass beads formed from molten gold, were clear and bright, reflecting the flickering candlelight, Xu Tianran's figure, and this new and peaceful world.

The moment their eyes met, Xu Tianran's heartstrings, which had been taut for decades, suddenly relaxed completely.

He carefully reached out and gently touched the baby's soft cheek.

My fingertips touched warm, soft skin, incredibly soft, as if I were holding the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

“Like him,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Exactly like your father.”

Ye Guyi leaned against the headboard, her eyebrows curved in a gentle smile, without saying a word.

Xu Yanli then stepped in, stood beside Xu Tianran, looked down at his son, and carefully took the child from Ye Guyi's arms.

His movements weren't exactly skillful, even a bit clumsy, but he steadily supported the back of the child's head, holding the little one comfortably in his arms.

The baby nestled gently in his arms, whimpered softly a couple of times, and quickly quieted down, its golden eyes fixed on him without blinking.

The father and son looked at each other silently.

Xu Yanli suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, just a slight upturn of the corners of her mouth, but the tenderness surging in her eyes was so intense it almost overwhelmed one.

He looked up at Xu Tianran, his tone so casual it was almost unbelievable, as if they were just chatting about everyday things or discussing what to have for dinner: "Brother, let's name the child."

Xu Tianran was taken aback: "I'll come and get it?"

“You are his uncle,” Xu Yanli said matter-of-factly. “No one is more suitable than you.”

After all, he didn't agree with his own ability to choose names...

Xu Tianran was silent for a moment, then looked down at the clean little guy in his arms, who was spotless. Two words suddenly popped into his mind.

The two words swirled gently on the tip of the tongue before being slowly uttered: "Cheng'an".

He paused, as if talking to himself, or perhaps earnestly admonishing: "By the blessing of Heaven, all under Heaven is at peace."

Cheng'an.

It carries the hopes of all people for peace and stability, and also supports this unified land and its purest yearning for a prosperous and peaceful world.

Xu Yanli read it aloud, his eyes full of approval: "Cheng'an, Xu Cheng'an."

He looked down at the sleeping child in his arms and murmured softly, "Little one, you have a name now."

The baby in the swaddling clothes naturally couldn't understand, but subconsciously curled up again, yawned a little, closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside, the rain had stopped sometime earlier. A crack appeared in the thick clouds, and warm sunlight poured down, scattering across the wet glazed tiles and reflecting a shower of golden light, instantly brightening and warming the entire courtyard.

When Xu Cheng'an was six years old, he officially awakened his martial soul in the martial soul awakening room of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

The Awakening Room was small, a square little room with six black Awakening Stones embedded in the wall, gleaming with a faint, cold light.

In the outdoor corridor, Xu Yanli stood in front of the one-way glass, quietly looking at her son inside, her expression calm and unreadable.

Chapter 219 Extra Chapter 2: Still a child, don't...

Ye Guyi stood beside him, her fingers unconsciously clenching her sleeves tightly, her eyes filled with tension.

Although I know this child's talent is definitely not bad, after all, he has a creator god as his father.

Xu Tianran sat in a chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, without taking a sip for a long time, his gaze fixed on the door of the awakening room from beginning to end.

Inside the room, six-year-old Xu Cheng'an stood in the center. The little child only reached the waist of an adult, his blond hair was tied into a neat little ponytail hanging down his back, and his pair of bright, round golden eyes curiously looked around.

She wore a short, moon-white outfit with delicate gold thread embroidered on the cuffs.

"Are you ready?" the middle-aged female teacher in charge of the awakening asked gently.

Xu Chengan nodded vigorously, his small chest standing straight, looking like a little adult trying to appear calm and composed.