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

Xu Yanli smiled too.

"Senior Long, do you know how?"

He looked directly into Long Xiaoyao's eyes and said, word by word, "If you really do that, you will be going against your own conscience. I choose to believe you."

Long Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment.

He had lived for so long, met countless people, and heard countless flatteries and fawns, but no one had ever said such a thing to him.

Trust him.

A senior elder of the Holy Spirit Church.

A person who deserves to be despised by the entire continent.

Long Xiaoyao remained silent for a long time, so long that Xu Yanli thought he was going to refuse, before slowly saying, "If you trust me, I will not let you down."

He stood up and walked to Xu Yanli's side.

"Walk."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Xu Yanli's shoulder and leaped into the air.

Xu Yanli only heard the whistling wind in his ears, and the city walls of Mingdu rushed past his feet, turning into a blurry shadow.

Long Xiaoyao flew extremely fast, yet without any bumps. A faint layer of soul power enveloped Xu Yanli, shielding him from the cold winds at high altitude.

About two hours later, Long Xiaoyao slowed down.

"Is that mountain down there the place you're looking for?"

Xu Yanli looked down.

The mountains stretch endlessly, covered with dense trees, and amidst the deep green, wisps of smoke can be faintly seen rising from the chimneys.

The location is too well hidden; you can't find it at all without looking carefully.

“It should be,” he said.

Long Xiaoyao carried him down slowly, stopping on a mountain ridge, from which the entire valley could be seen.

The village is small, with houses scattered in the valley. They are all old houses with blue bricks and gray tiles, and they look quite old.

At the entrance of the village stands a stone tablet, with the two characters on it mostly covered by vines, only their outlines can be vaguely seen.

In the very center of the village stands a stone statue.

Xu Yanli's gaze fell on the stone statue, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a woman with long, flowing hair, her clothes fluttering in the breeze, six wings spread behind her, and her hands clasped together in front of her chest, as if in prayer.

That is the angel god.

If he's not mistaken, it should be the statue of the first angel god.

Holy, compassionate, overlooking all beings.

"We've arrived," Long Xiaoyao said beside him.

Xu Yanli withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

"Elder Long, please wait for me outside. I'll go in by myself."

Long Xiaoyao frowned: "What if there's danger?"

“No.” Xu Yanli shook his head. “If they are truly the angel race, they wouldn’t attack me without reason. But you… your aura is too strong and clashes with theirs. Going in with them would only cause trouble.”

Long Xiaoyao was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I'll follow you from the shadows. Call me immediately if anything happens."

Xu Yanli smiled, turned around and walked down the mountain.

There is only one road leading into the village, so narrow that only two people can walk side by side. On both sides are dense bamboo forests that rustle in the wind.

He walked at a leisurely pace, his footsteps making them exceptionally clear in the quiet valley.

As soon as I arrived at the village entrance, I was stopped by someone.

"stop!"

A middle-aged man emerged from the shadows, followed by four or five young men, all with blond hair, fair skin, and delicate features.

Their eyes were wary, and they had already begun to gather soul power in their hands.

"Outsiders are not welcome here," the leader said coldly. "Leave now, or we won't be polite."

Xu Yanli did not move.

He stood still, his gaze passing over the people and landing on the stone statue in the center of the village.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly released his martial spirit.

Sun and Moon, sacred prayer angels.

The phantom of a twelve-winged angel unfolded behind him with a thunderous roar, its holy light instantly illuminating the gray valley.

Two purple, three black, and one red spirit rings rose from beneath his feet and slowly rotated.

There was no attack, no intimidation; it just stood there quietly.

But that light, that aura, those twelve wings were like a heavy hammer, slamming into the hearts of these people.

The leader's pupils contracted sharply, his wariness instantly turning into horror, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

The young men behind him fared even worse; some of them knelt down.

"You...you are..." The man's voice trembled.

Xu Yanli did not retract his martial spirit; he simply looked at them with a gentle smile on his lips.

"My name is Xu Yanli, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon Empire."

He paused, then looked past the crowd and landed on the stone statue.

"I am also a possessor of the Angelic Martial Soul."

The air seemed to freeze.

The blond villagers stared at him, at his face that resembled the stone statue, at the twelve holy wings behind him, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Angelic Martial Soul.

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It is a true, complete Angelic Martial Soul.

A god-level martial soul, and it can be said to be a god-level martial soul that is even closer to that level.

More people poured out of the village.

The old man, the woman, and the child, all with blonde hair and fair skin, froze on the spot the moment they saw Xu Yanli's martial soul.

Especially the 12 wings on his back.

An elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane, walked unsteadily from the crowd to Xu Yanli. His cloudy eyes were fixed on the angelic phantom behind him. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "An angel... truly a divinely bestowed angel..."

Tears streamed down her wrinkled face, and her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"Ten thousand years... We've waited ten thousand years... Finally... Finally, we've waited..."

Xu Yanli withdrew his martial spirit, stepped forward, and supported the old man's body as he was about to collapse.

“Old man, I am not a god,” he said softly. “I am just someone who came to find you.”

The old man gripped his hand tightly, as if afraid that the person in front of him would disappear if he let go.

"Child, what's your name?"

"Xu Yanli".

“Yan Li…” the old man murmured the name, then suddenly smiled, his face streaked with tears. “Good, good name. With you here, we have hope.”

He turned around and shouted to the villagers who were still standing there in a daze, "What are you all standing there for? Welcome our distinguished guests to the village!"

The crowd then realized what was happening and hurriedly made way for them.

Xu Yanli helped the old man slowly walk into the village.

He walked past the stone tablet and finally saw the two characters that were covered by vines.

Angel Village.

He paused slightly, then continued forward.

The villagers all came out and stood on both sides of the road, looking at the blond boy as if they were seeing hope for the future.

Some people cried, some laughed, some knelt down and kowtowed, and some held incense and candles to worship the heavens.

a thousand years.

In this secluded valley, they guarded their secret, their faith, and a dream that might never come true.

Because if they go out, they will be hunted down by people from Douluo Continent. Not only ordinary people hunt them down, but evil soul masters also hunt them down. They are enemies of the whole world.

Now, finally someone has arrived.

Xu Yanli walked on the bluestone path in the center of the village, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated houses and the simply dressed villagers, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

This is the Angel race.

The once glorious and powerful Angel race, which dominated the continent.

He remembered how dazzling the angelic family that roamed the continent ten thousand years ago was when he watched the anime.

Although he joined in the criticism at the time, since the Angel Legion did indeed go too far by indiscriminately blowing up the bridge, their strength was undeniable, especially if they hadn't encountered the main character.

Now only about a hundred households remain, hidden deep in the mountains and forests.

He withdrew his gaze, helped the old man, and walked step by step to the stone statue in the center of the village.

The stone statue was very tall, several heads taller than him. It bore heavy marks from the wind and sun, and its edges were worn rounded, but its eyes remained bright, compassionately overlooking this small valley.

Xu Yanli stood in front of the stone statue, looking up at that holy face.

The old man stood beside him and spoke softly: "This is our ancestor of the Angel Clan, the first Angel God. Ten thousand years ago, the Spirit Hall was destroyed, and we descendants either died or scattered, fleeing in all directions. Finally, we fled here and hid for ten thousand years."

His tone was calm, but Xu Yanli could tell how much heartache was hidden beneath that calmness.