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

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground of the Sea of ​​Spirit, spreading out in a small patch of red.

Xu Yanli felt her body falling.

Just when he thought he was about to give up, the angelic phantom's chest suddenly lit up.

It was a ball of white light.

It wasn't big, and it was even a little faint, but the moment it lit up, the entire mental sea went silent for a moment.

The power of faith.

The power of faith that had been accumulating in his martial soul, bit by bit, from the academy of Xiaoyao Pavilion, from the hearts of the villagers he had rescued, and from the devout prayers of the angels, was finally awakened at this moment.

A white light spread from his chest, like a thin membrane, gently enveloping his soul. It wasn't resistance, but soothing.

The violent life force was guided to its proper place, and the frenzied destructive force was smoothed out. The two forces were still tearing at each other, but no longer using his body as the battlefield.

The angelic phantom and the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon opened their eyes simultaneously.

One is compassionate, the other is dignified.

Two beams of light, one green and one purple, rose from the sea of ​​consciousness and shot straight into the sky.

Xu Yanli felt his body being suddenly pulled up, passing through his mental sea, through the depths of his consciousness, and through a chaotic light.

Then, he landed in a castle.

Purple.

The castle was so tall that its top could not be seen, and dark purple patterns flowed across its walls, as if they were alive and breathing slowly.

Purple lightning raged through the clouds outside the window, accompanied by muffled thunder.

The aura here is almost identical to that of his Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul.

Xu Yanli stood in the empty hall, not yet able to react, when a figure appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The man was very tall, wearing a long purple robe with a hood that covered most of his face, revealing only a section of his sharply defined chin.

But his eyes, those deep purple eyes, were looking at Xu Yanli with great interest.

"Young friend, we meet again."

The voice was deep and tinged with amusement, exactly the same as the voice that had echoed in his mind years ago.

Xu Yanli was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and bowed respectfully: "Senior."

The God of Destruction waved his hand, looked him up and down, and nodded in satisfaction: "Seven-ring Soul Saint, thirteen years old. Not bad, faster than I expected."

Xu Yanli straightened up and unconsciously glanced out the window.

"Is this the realm of gods?" he asked.

“A part.” The God of Destruction followed his gaze, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. “My temple, your martial spirit resonated with my power, pulling you here.”

He turned his gaze back to Xu Yanli.

“I know you have many questions and a lot of resentment in your heart. But you need strength to have the right to resist.” He paused. “Don’t let your emotions control your thoughts; use your thoughts to control your emotions.”

Xu Yanli was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I know."

The God of Destruction stared at him for a long while, then suddenly sighed.

“You’re a calm child,” he said. “The realm of gods isn’t as wonderful as you imagine. What a Pure Land of Gods, what a supreme place—in the end, it’s nothing more than a battleground for power and fame. It wasn’t like this many years ago, but ever since Tang San came…”

He didn't continue, but just shook his head, his disdain undisguised.

Xu Yanli did not respond.

Some things are better left unsaid.

The God of Destruction didn't say anything more. He raised his hand and waved it. A purple light landed in front of Xu Yanli and condensed into a dark purple token. An ancient character was engraved on it, with strokes as sharp as if cleaved by a knife or axe.

"The first test of the God of Destruction," his voice suddenly became solemn, "to comprehend the essence of destruction. Time limit: one year."

Xu Yanli took the token, and the moment it touched his hand, a chill spread from his arm throughout his body. It wasn't cold, but an indescribable feeling, as if something had taken root deep within his consciousness.

“Go,” the God of Destruction said, pointing to a door on the other side of the hall. “That’s the temple of the Goddess of Life. She’s been waiting for you for a while.”

Xu Yanli nodded and turned to walk towards the door.

As I reached the door, the voice of the God of Destruction suddenly came from behind me.

"Boy."

Xu Yanli stopped in his tracks.

"Regarding your mother," the God of Destruction's voice softened unusually, "you'll find out when you come up here."

Xu Yanli's hand clenched slightly, then relaxed.

"it is good."

He pushed open the door and went inside.

Behind the door was not a castle, but a forest.

The trees were so tall that they blocked out the sun, and the light that filtered through the branches and leaves was green.

The air was filled with the scent of earth and vegetation; taking a breath made every pore on my body feel relaxed and refreshed.

In the middle of the forest stood a small wooden cabin.

A woman stood in front of the wooden house, wearing a light green dress and with her long hair loosely tied behind her head, bending down to water an unknown flower.

Hearing footsteps, she straightened up and turned her head.

Her face wasn't exactly stunning, but her eyes were as gentle as a spring breeze, so warm.

"You're here?" She smiled and said softly, "Come in and have a seat."

Xu Yanli stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

The goddess of life didn't speak immediately, but simply raised her hand and gently tapped his forehead.

A green light fell into the depths of his consciousness, and like the token of the God of Destruction, it took root in his consciousness.

“The power of life, the essence,” she said, her tone as gentle as her eyes, “just like the task Azi gave you. A year, take your time, no rush.”

Xu Yanli was stunned for a moment.

So, the first test for both God-Kings was to comprehend the essence?

Before he could think it through, the scene before him began to blur.

The forest cabins, the silhouette of the goddess of life, all seemed to be submerged in water, gradually dispersing.

My consciousness was abruptly pulled back.

Within the realm of the mind, two forces are still locked in a struggle.

This time, however, Xu Yanli had a solution.

He calmed down and stopped trying to suppress them, instead guiding them.

The angelic phantom spread its twelve wings, embracing the power of life within.

The Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon coiled its massive body, suppressing the destructive power beneath its claws.

Under his guidance, the two forces no longer charged recklessly, but instead slowly flowed into their respective martial souls.

It became.

Xu Yanli had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the two suppressed forces within his body suddenly rebound, even more fiercely and violently than before.

Failed.

Chapter 106 Arranging the Appearance

He underestimated the power of the God-King's legacy.

The power of life and the power of destruction surged simultaneously, rushing into his meridians once more through the connection between his martial soul and its host. This time, it wasn't tearing, it was crushing. The two forces twisted into one, like a mountain, pressing straight down on him.

Xu Yanli felt as if her soul was about to be crushed.

Just when he was about to give up, the white light on the angel's phantom chest suddenly exploded.

The power of faith.

It wasn't the gentle soothing of before; it was an overwhelming, intense, and irresistible embrace. White light surged from his chest, instantly filling his entire spiritual sea, simultaneously enveloping the raging life force and destructive power.

It's not suppression, it's separation.

It's as if someone is holding an invisible knife, cutting apart the two intertwined forces piece by piece, and then guiding them to their respective destinations.

Xu Yanli was panting heavily, his body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together, and every muscle was aching.

He slowly landed on the ground and looked up at Electrox, who was standing at the edge of the life force.

Electrolux nodded at him without saying a word, but the worry in his eyes disappeared.

Xu Yanli supported himself on the ground and stood up, took a deep breath, and slowly withdrew his consciousness from his mental sea.

Open your eyes.

The carriage was still moving, and it had already gotten dark outside the window; the last rays of sunset were sinking below the horizon. Yue Zhengling sat next to the driver, her back ramrod straight, warily scanning her surroundings.

Long Xiaoyao remained leaning against the corner, eyes closed, as if he hadn't moved at all from beginning to end.

"Your Highness?" Yue Zhengling turned around when she heard the noise. "You're awake?"

"Mmm," Xu Yanli responded, his voice a little hoarse.

He stretched his neck, and his bones cracked a few times. His soul power was much stronger than before, but the consumption was also astonishing. At this moment, his whole body was weak, and he almost didn't have the strength to lift his hand.

"Where have you been?"

“Star Luo City is just ahead.” Yue Zhengling pointed into the distance. “It will be another half an hour before we enter the city.”

Xu Yanli looked in the direction he was pointing.

As dusk settled on the horizon, a colossal city lay sprawled across the land. Its high walls gleamed with a dark golden light in the setting sun, and the flags atop the city towers fluttered in the evening breeze.

Star City.

Arrived.