Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 545 Extra Chapter: The Finale
In the time it takes to become the Lord of the Realm and wait for this world to merge into the God Star.

Huo Yuhao traveled alone across the vast Douluo Continent.

He stepped into the long-abandoned courtyard of the Duke of Xingluo's mansion.

The old well in the courtyard has dried up and the old beams have fallen into decay.

Only one white crabapple tree still blooms forlornly beside the crumbling wall.

He stood still for a long time, then stretched out his finger and gently touched the air.

Fingers stir time.

As the ruler of this realm, he can reflect the past.

Clear spring water gushed from the well, the beams were quietly straightened, and the collapsed stove was restored to its original state.

And behind that brand-new wooden door.

A slender, familiar figure materialized from the void.

She wore a coarse cloth dress, had gentle features, and was even still sewing clothes in her hands.

Huo Yun'er slowly raised her eyes, her gaze shifting from blank to clear, finally settling on the blue-robed boy in front of the door, his eyes filled with tears.

Her lips trembled as she softly called out.

"...Yuhao?"

Huo Yuhao knelt down on both knees.

"Mother, Yuhao is here to take you home."

later.

Huo Yuhao stopped at the entrance of a quiet alley in the old capital of the Sun Moon Empire.

Deep in the alley.

A crisp metallic clanging sound rang out.

He followed the sound.

I stopped in front of a workshop that had no signboard.

The door was half-open, and the interior was dimly lit. Soul-guided carving knives and unfinished metal components were scattered on the workbench.

A woman dressed in simple work clothes stood with her back to the door, intently adjusting the last energy node of her soul tool.

Huo Yuhao remained silent, simply watching quietly.

moment.

The last node lit up, and the entire soul tool emitted a soft hum, indicating that it was successfully operational.

The figure then straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

She turned around, preparing to put the soul tool away, her gaze naturally falling on the doorway.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

Orange looked at the blue-robed youth at the door, her eyes shifting from their usual calm to a subtle hint of bewilderment.

The priceless soul tool she held in her hand was a newly completed device.

She placed it on the workbench like it was the most ordinary tool.

She no longer wore the finery of the court or the armor of the battlefield.

He was only wearing a dark blue work uniform with some metal shavings on it.

Her hair was simply tied back.

His smooth forehead and those eyes, once full of scheming, now held only peace and focus.

"long time no see."

Orange spoke first, her voice filled with laughter, even a hint of relaxation from a work break.

"Should I call you Huo Yuhao, Shenmou, or Lord of the Realm?"

Huo Yuhao's gaze swept over the simple yet exquisitely crafted workshop.

His gaze swept over her hands, which were still nimble, but no longer fixated on grasping power and the blade.

"Orange, do you still remember me?"

Orange smiled slightly.

"I think we should thank the Creator God for this."

last of the last.

Huo Yuhao returned to Shrek City under the moonlight.

At the end of the long, dimly lit street, a warm light shines from the window of a small lakeside building.

Upon entering through the door.

The aroma of tea and the sweet warmth of pastries waft over you.

Ma Xiaotao watched Zhang Lexuan cooking, her forehead covered in sweat from anxiety.

Upon hearing the voice and seeing Huo Yuhao, her beautiful eyes lit up with surprise.

"Junior Yuhao is back!"

Zhang Lexuan peeked out from the inner room, her hair still damp with the steam from the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly steamed plum blossom cakes.

"You're back just in time, we've been waiting for you." Squeak!
Huo Yuhao had just entered the house when Wang Dong arrived at the door.

She was carrying a jar of wine with a striking red "囍" character pasted on it.

When she looked up and saw Huo Yuhao, the corners of her lips curled up, and she shook the wine jar in her hand.

"What a coincidence, I just bought enough for four people."

Huo Yuhao looked at the three vibrant, smiling faces under the lamplight, and at this piece of human life that he had finally grasped in his palm.

He suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

Divine Star.

Thirty-three levels of heaven.

Above the sea of ​​clouds floats an endless, crystal-clear fairyland.

Li Zhexian, dressed in white, sat idly under a plum tree.

The tree canopy is like a magnificent canopy.

Each leaf reflects a piece of the past.

Holding a wine jug, he smiled as he gazed at the prosperous scene before him, a scene he had personally created...

Left side of Xianyuan.

Yu Tianheng and Feng Buyu sparred in a training ground where lightning and wind blades intertwined.

The two figures moved like lightning, and thunder and sword clashed violently, drawing applause and cheers from Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wushuang, Oscar, and others.

Beside the Hundred Flowers Spring, light and shadow shimmered brilliantly.

Qian Renxue, dressed in a white dress with gold patterns, bent down and gently stroked a swaying rose by the spring. The faint divine light falling from her fingertips made the petals even more crystalline.

Zhu Zhuqing sat next to her on the white jade stone, chatting animatedly with Ning Rongrong while weaving a sword tassel woven from orchids.

Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu stood side by side by the babbling spring.

Shui Bing'er held a constantly changing ice crystal in her palm.

Fire Dancer's fingertips danced with a cluster of warm flames.

Where ice and fire intertwine, wisps of chaotic spiritual energy emerge.

The two smiled at each other, and the air around them seemed to alternate between warm and cold, as if the seasons were quietly changing.

Xiao Wu, arm in arm with the Silver Dragon King, walked out from the depths of the peach grove, each holding a cup of freshly picked fairy peach dew.

The Silver Dragon King's purple hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his eyes were gentle and warm. He no longer possessed the aloofness of the former ruler of all soul beasts, but instead exuded a sense of leisure.

He followed the gaze of the two women.

Hyotei and Yukitei sat facing each other, playing chess on a board made of cold jade. When a piece was placed, it stirred up tiny ice flowers and snowflakes, creating a scene of exquisite coldness with a touch of warmth.

Clang clang~~~
Clang clang~~~
Suddenly, the sound of a zither poured down from the clouds.

Ye Yinzhu sat suspended on a bamboo-leaf-shaped floating cloud, with the ancient zither "Mingfeng" gently vibrating between his knees.

Where the string music passes.

The clouds and rosy hues form a picturesque scene, while graceful birds flutter and harmonize.

The Immortal Emperor Hailong sat casually on the blue stone next to him, playing with a dragon ball in his hand.

Mad God Lei Xiang stood shirtless on the edge of the cloud cliff, practicing his fist techniques in response to the sound of the zither. Each strike was as heavy as a mountain, yet it resonated strangely with the zither music.

Death God Adai, Heavenly Emperor Tianhen, and Light God Changgongwei sat facing each other in a triangle in the lotus pond.

They talked about something, sometimes clapping and laughing, sometimes sighing.

Li Zhexian took in all of this, and his smile deepened.

He picked up the jade pot, filled a cup with starlight wine, raised the cup slightly in a toast to the void, as if softly speaking to this eternal spectacle woven from countless legends and causes:
"Respect this place..."

"All beings find their place, legends continue, and regrets are resolved."

The words trailed off.

At the end of the Immortal Plains, the Cloud Gate gently opens.

Huo Yuhao rose slowly from the lower realm, his body still surrounded by the fresh aura of the new world.

He stepped into the room, his gaze sweeping over familiar figures before finally settling on Li Zhexian.

"Hahahaha, bro's finally back!"

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm led the way, frolicking with several ferocious beasts.

The winds of the divine star swept across the immortal plains.

It brushed past everyone's clothes and smiles, carrying with it the sounds of zither music, chess pieces falling, the thunderous roar of friendly competition, and the babbling of spring water.

Everyone laughed, picked up their cups, and raised them to Li Zhexian from afar.

"Respect this place..."

"All beings find their place, legends continue, and regrets are resolved."

(End of the book)

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