Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 247 Restoring Cultivation
The mountain wind suddenly stopped, and all was silent.

All eyes were fixed on Yuanen Zhentian.

The fate of the family, the future of the individual, and even the entire landscape of Douluo Continent all hinge on the choice this old patriarch makes at this moment.

That newly born, surging power of faith, like boiling lava, surged wildly around Yuan Enzhentian's violently struggling soul, awaiting its final eruption or cooling.

After a long while, Yuanen Zhentian took a deep breath and finally said:

"If you can truly restore Yuan Entian's cultivation and help him regain his power... then this proves that believing in a god is truly useful."

"Instead of worshipping the sea god Tang San for a thousand years, only to find a vague sense of peace and a bubble of self-comfort in the end."

A final glimmer of light burst forth in his cloudy old eyes, a madness and hope that gambled the future of his entire family on the table:

"If you can do that, I, Yuanen Zhentian, on behalf of the entire Yuanen family, will submit to you, serve you for generations, and never betray you."

“Alright.” Lu Jun nodded slightly, his figure transforming into a streak of ice-blue light, heading straight towards the depths of the Yuanen family, the place of confinement where Yuanen Tiandang was imprisoned.

Yuanen Zhentian and Yuanen Yehui were shocked and quickly followed. The rest of the clansmen also rushed over with indescribable excitement and trepidation.

The door to the solitary confinement cell was pushed open by an invisible force, and a cold, decadent, and despairing atmosphere rushed in.

In the dim light, a figure huddled in a cold corner.

His hair was disheveled like withered grass, his clothes were tattered, and his once robust body was now just a withered silhouette.

He stared blankly at the small window, the only one through which outside light could pass by.

He was Yuan Entian, the once spirited successor to the clan chief, but now a prisoner.

“Tian Dang…” Yuan Enzhentian’s old eyes instantly welled up with tears when he saw his son like this, and his throat choked with emotion.

Yuan Enhui felt as if her heart was being torn apart, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly. She was about to call out aloud.

"Silence."

Lu Jun's cold voice was like ice water poured down, stopping their impulsiveness.

He stepped into the cell filled with despair, slowly raised a hand covered in a hazy light, and tapped it lightly with his fingertips.

A pure, icy-blue divine light, imbued with the supreme power of life creation, flowed from his fingertips like the gentlest moonlight or the coldest spring, precisely penetrating Yuan Entian's withered body.

Yuan Entian's body convulsed violently as if struck by a high-voltage electric current.

His previously lifeless and empty eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief, immense pain like a drowning person grasping at a piece of driftwood, and a faint, almost non-existent, primal ecstasy.

Tears welled up uncontrollably from his dry eyes, streaming down his grimy cheeks.

It was not merely physical pain, but an indescribable impact brought about by the brutal tearing, scouring, and ignition of power, dignity, and soul frozen by despair, all forcibly stripped away.

Behind him, in the void, one dot, two dots...

Countless bright yellow lights, like fireflies drawn by an invisible magnet, began to appear out of thin air.

They were faint, yet they carried a tenacious imprint of the Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul, originating from the depths of his bloodline, stubbornly seeping and converging from every corner of his body.

Although slow, it trickled down and began to converge towards his dried-up martial soul core.

A mournful howl, so shrill it seemed inhuman and as if it came from a prehistoric beast, suddenly erupted from the depths of Yuan Entian's throat.

The whistling sound pierced through the stone walls of the confinement chamber and echoed throughout the entire Yuanen family's mountain.

At the same time, it was as if countless invisible shackles within his body were shattered with a deafening roar. His tattered clothes, along with the tangled, straw-like hair on his body, instantly turned to dust, completely dispersed by a powerful, unstoppable storm of bright yellow energy that suddenly erupted from his body.

The entire dark, solidly constructed confinement cell, as fragile as paper, shattered under the impact of this sudden, terrifying force.

Stones and broken wood flew everywhere.

A condensed, straight, crystal-yellow beam of light, seemingly capable of piercing the sky, rose from above Yuan Entian's head like an ancient behemoth awakening, soaring upwards.

The enormous Titan Ape's silhouette solidified suddenly behind him.

The light and shadow are no longer an illusion, but are full of boundless vitality and a sense of power.

It pounded its chest and roared to the sky, its voice shaking the heavens and the earth, echoing the imposing figure in the pillar of light, whose muscles bulged and rose again like a mountain.

The figure expanded and solidified continuously in the light, each bulging muscle containing explosive power.

"Ow—"

Yuan Entian's roar of filial piety seemed to vent the humiliation, anger and despair that had been accumulated over countless years.

He felt every cell in his body burning, and every inch of his bones being reborn.

The bright yellow light, like the most intense fire of a furnace, enveloped him, forged him, and burned away all the filth left by the demonic corruption within him, as well as all the pent-up frustration from the destruction of his cultivation.

His aura and cultivation level seemed to have taken off like a rocket, skyrocketing.

From a cripple with no soul power left, to a Soul Master, a Great Soul Master, a Soul Venerable... his progress was unstoppable and without any obstacles.

Even at the level of Soul Douluo and Title Douluo, the bright yellow light became increasingly intense and heavy.

Lu Jun frowned slightly. He could clearly feel the energy of the God-level Experience Card rapidly draining away like sand in an hourglass, almost reaching its limit.

"We cannot afford to fail at the last minute."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he forcefully activated the last bit of pure divine power within his body and let out a low shout.

"Congeal."

With a flick of his finger, the soaring, blazing bright yellow beam of light abruptly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the dazzling rain of light seemed to be controlled by an invisible giant hand, and suddenly swirled back.

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, or a weary bird returning to its nest, it surged with overwhelming power, rushing madly towards the origin of the pillar of light, into the body of Yuan Entian.

A dense, powerful, and terrifying aura, seemingly capable of suppressing countless ancient mountains and rivers, suddenly spread out from the center of Yuan Entiandang.

The invisible mountain crashed to the ground, causing all the Yuanen clan members around to gasp for breath, and those with weaker cultivation staggered backward.

The light completely subsided, condensing on his body into a set of heavy, ancient, crystal-yellow armor that flowed with the power of the earth, completely covering his towering, mountain-like body, leaving only a bald head that reflected the moonlight.

He stood blankly in the middle of the ruins, unconsciously clenching his fist.

The feeling of regaining what was lost, and even more powerful than at his peak, surged through his nerves like a tidal wave.

That is the power belonging to the Limit Douluo, the power that stands at the pinnacle of the continent.

Not only did he recover his cultivation level, but he also raised it to the Limit Douluo level.
This……

(End of this chapter)