Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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In the realm of gods, time flows on and on.

For gods with endless lifespans, time is the cheapest yet most luxurious thing. Xuanming and Bibi Dong sat in the central part of the divine realm, sipping a pot of spiritual tea from a certain immortal realm, watching the light and shadows shift in the mortal world below.

Several months have passed in the divine realm, while in the mortal world, sixty years have already elapsed.

Sixty years have passed.

The landscape of Douluo Star has undergone tremendous changes in the past sixty years.

That era of change, once filled with bloodshed and war, has now been written into textbooks and become an epic sung by children.

Huo Yuhao, this name has become a symbol, a totem.

He is the master of the Spirit Pagoda, the Supreme Elder of the Tang Sect, the Federation's only "Lifetime Honorary Speaker," and the number one person in the world, revered as the "Spirit Ice Douluo."

Under his leadership, the Soul Spirit system became widespread. Soul Beasts were no longer the only targets for Soul Masters to hunt, but rather partners with whom they could form contracts and coexist. Relations between the Federation and the major Soul Beast gathering places improved to an unprecedented degree.

With the remaining power of the two Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotuses and the series of civilian soul-guided technologies they subsequently developed, the Tang Sect once again stood at the top of the continent, becoming a behemoth capable of rivaling the Federal Council.

Everything seemed so wonderful.

Order is restored, but everything is in need of rebuilding.

However, through the water mirror reflecting the mortal world, Bibi Dong's deep purple eyes revealed a hint of regret that was expected.

"It seems your experiment has ended in failure."

Bibi Dong put down her teacup and pointed to the white-haired youth in the picture who was sitting on the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda, looking indifferently at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

"Look at the way he looks at me."

"There is no light there anymore."

……

Douluo Star, Spirit Pagoda Headquarters, Top Floor.

Huo Yuhao was almost ninety years old at this time.

Although ninety years old is still considered prime age for a Limit Douluo, and his appearance is maintained at around thirty years old thanks to his powerful cultivation, the vicissitudes and... weariness in his eyes are impossible to conceal.

On the desk, piles of documents flew in like snowflakes.

"Amendment to the Seventeenth Federation-Star Dou Great Forest Soul Beast Trade Agreement", "Application for Adjustment of Export Tariffs for Tang Sect Soul Tools", "Report on Special Action to Combat Illegal Hunting of Soul Beasts in Remote Areas", "Annual Statistics on Soul Spirit Adaptability Rates of Major Primary Soul Master Academies"...

Every document represents power, the livelihoods of countless people, and... endless trouble.

Huo Yuhao picked up a copy at random, glanced at it, and then tossed it aside in annoyance.

"Why are you asking me about something like this?"

He rubbed his temples, his voice filled with deep weariness. "I've already said it: trade matters are handled by the Ministry of Commerce, and hunting spirit beasts is handled by the enforcement team. The tower master of the Spirit Pagoda isn't a nanny; I'm not expected to make decisions on every trivial matter!"

"But... Tower Master."

The young secretary standing nearby said tremblingly, "The Federation said that these matters are of great importance, and they will only dare to carry them out if you sign off on them. After all... your prestige is there."

"prestige?"

Huo Yuhao chuckled, stood up, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked down at the bustling city below.

Once, this place was ruins. It was he who, piloting the "Dark Blood Demon," used blood and fire to wrest it back from those demigod monsters.

At that time, he had only a burning passion in his heart.

He wanted revenge, to let his mother's spirit rest in peace, to bring Tang Ya back to the Tang Clan, and to change this twisted world according to his will.

To survive, to avoid being killed as a heretic, he had to fight, kill, and scheme.

But now?
All the enemies are dead.

Those demigods who once hunted him down are now buried under tall grass. The Federal Parliament has been purged time and again, and those sitting in the parliament now see him like mice before a cat, not daring to even raise their voices.

The Tang Sect has been revived, and Tang Ya has grown old. Although she is still beautiful, she focuses more on cultivating the next generation of disciples and researching new soul-guided delicacies.

All our previous goals have been achieved.

and then?
What remains is this monotonous management, day after day, year after year.

"I'm tired."

Looking at the blue sky outside the window, Huo Yuhao murmured to himself, "I'm really... tired."

He was never someone with a grand narrative vision.

He didn't want to be a saint, nor did he want to be a teacher for all ages. He cultivated himself desperately just to stop being bullied and to make life better for the people around him.

Everyone is doing well now.

Then why is he still trapped in this cage?
"Brother Tianmeng."

Huo Yuhao called out in his spiritual sea, "Tell me... what exactly is the God Realm like?"

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the once always jovial, blond-haired boy now appeared somewhat silent. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, perched atop a massive mental iceberg, sighed, "Yuhao, are you... thinking of leaving?"

"Ah."

Huo Yuhao did not deny it, "I feel like I've reached my limit. Not the limit of strength, but... the limit of patience."

"Everything in this mortal realm no longer holds any appeal for me. Those battles that once thrilled me now seem like child's play; those schemes that once racked my brains now seem utterly ridiculous."

"I want to go to a wider world."

"I don't want to stay on this tiny Douluo Star anymore, bound by these boring rules, watching these mortals fight tooth and nail for petty gains."

"I want to see what Senior Xuanming was talking about... the universe."

……

The center of the divine world.

Seeing Huo Yuhao losing patience in the scene, Bibi Dong turned her head and looked at Xuan Ming.

"See? I told you so."

"Huo Yuhao is not suitable to be the guardian of Douluo Star."

"He doesn't have that kind of heart."

"The position of guardian deity sounds prestigious, but it is actually the most tedious and torturous. It requires unwavering dedication for thousands of years, a deep-seated love for this land, or, like Poseidon, absolute loyalty to one's faith."

"But Huo Yuhao..."

Bibi Dong shook her head. "His background determined his character."

“He was an illegitimate child and suffered discrimination and bullying from a young age. His motivation for fighting was to rebel and survive, not to take responsibility and protect others.”

"When oppression disappears, when survival is no longer an issue, his motivation also disappears."

"He's more like an adventurer, a pioneer."

"He can become a hero for breaking the old order, but he will never be willing to be a cog in the machine to maintain the new order."

"Send him to guard Douluo Star?"

Bibi Dong chuckled, "In less than three hundred years, he will definitely go crazy from boredom, and might even blow up Douluo Star himself just to have some fun."

Xuanming listened to Bibi Dong's analysis and remained silent for a long time.

"I overestimated him, or rather... I was too idealistic."

Xuanming leaned back on his throne, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "I thought that having experienced such suffering, he would cherish the hard-won peace even more and would be more willing to protect this tranquility."

"But I forgot one thing."

"Human nature is inherently insatiable."

"Once you gain peace, you crave excitement; once you gain power, you crave freedom."

"He has already reached the pinnacle of the mortal realm, and the loneliness of being at the top is indeed something that ordinary people cannot endure."

"Not everyone can be like Ning Fengzhi and the others, who have stayed for thousands of years for a promise."

"so……"

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. "Your plan has fallen through? Are we supposed to manage Douluo Star ourselves?"

"Do not."

Xuanming shook his head. "Since he doesn't want to be a nanny, then let him be a thug."

"Isn't the realm of gods currently expanding? Aren't they short-handed?"

"Huo Yuhao, this restless, ambitious, and strong-fighting kid, is simply a natural-born expeditionary force prospect."

"Get him up here."

“Give him the opportunity to attain godhood, and throw him directly to the forefront of the divine realm.”

"Let him explore unknown planes, fight those Outer Gods, and vent his restless energy."

"As for Douluo Star..."

Xuanming's gaze returned to the azure planet, his eyes becoming somewhat indifferent.

"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."

"Since Huo Yuhao chose to leave, and since humanity chose to forget."

"Then let this planet... continue its cycle."

“We have given them opportunities, given them the system, and even given them the chosen ones.”

"If they still can't hold out after all this..."

"That means this civilization itself is not worthy of eternal favor." (End of Chapter)