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

Chapter 248: Gaining the Faith of the Entire Yuanen Family!
However, the return of this power, which would have made anyone ecstatic, now only filled Yuan Entian's eyes with bewilderment and a deep pain.

Dark memories of the past gnawed at his joy like maggots clinging to his bones.

Just then, a cry filled with endless longing and grievance suddenly pierced his eardrums.

"dad--"

A figure broke through the crowd and crashed into his arms.

The soft touch and the familiar yet unfamiliar scent struck Yuan Entian like a thunderbolt, leaving him frozen in place.

He lowered his head and looked at the girl in his arms, who was crying with tears streaming down her face. Her face resembled his deceased wife's, yet it also carried his own shadow.

A profound sense of unfamiliarity clashed violently within him, mingling with the throbbing of blood ties.

"You...you are...Ye Hui?"

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, carrying the awkwardness of a long silence and an incredulous tremor.

He could hardly believe that the little girl he remembered had grown up to look so much like her mother.

"Dad, Dad, it's me, it's me!" Yuan Enyehui raised his head, tears streaming down his face like broken pearls, his eyes filled with the ecstatic joy of regaining what he had lost and endless grievances. "It's me, Yehui."

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..." Yuan Entian murmured unconsciously, his huge hand trembling as he tried to stroke his daughter's hair.

However, the next second, immense fear gripped his heart.

"No, you shouldn't have come back. Who told you to come back?" He grabbed his daughter's shoulders as if he had been branded with a hot iron and pushed her away with all his might.

He himself staggered back two steps as if avoiding a plague, his bloodshot eyes filled with extreme terror and despair, as if the person in front of him was not his daughter, but a demon that brought destruction.

"Hurry up, get out of here! You have to leave!"

He screamed, his voice distorted with fear.

“Dad…” Yuan En Yehui was pushed and fell to the ground. The joy on his face froze instantly, turning into a hurt, bewildered and confused expression.

She didn't understand why her father would treat her this way.

"It's alright, Tiandang." A calm voice, filled with relief and immense joy, rang out.

Yuan Enzhen strode forward, his old, strong hand pressing heavily on his son's shoulder, which was trembling violently with fear, forcibly stabilizing his emotions on the verge of collapse.

"It's all resolved, all the problems have been resolved."

He met his son's still bewildered and pained gaze, pointing to the figure in white robes floating on the ruins:

"It was this great god who descended upon our race, slew the demon lord Alba of the demon plane, slaughtered all the demons in the entire demon plane, and purified the demon seed within Night Glow's body."

"Not only that, He also restored your cultivation, helping you to reach the level of Limit Douluo in one fell swoop."

Yuan En's voice trembled with excitement. He turned to face Lu Jun, his knees slamming heavily onto the cold rock, his forehead striking the surface with unprecedented fervor and devotion:

"Great God, your grace is like a second creation, your divine power is like a prison, your kindness shakes the heavens. On behalf of the Yuanen family, I hereby swear—"

He raised his head, his eyes no longer showing any confusion or struggle, only the purest flame of faith burning brightly:

"From this day forward, the entire Yuanen clan submits to you and worships you as the one true god."

"We will worship you for generations and never betray you. Your will is the direction for our people to move forward, and your glory is our people's eternal faith."

As Yuanen Zhentian uttered this earth-shattering oath, all the Yuanen clansmen, regardless of age or strength, knelt down in unison, like the most devout believers.

A thunderous roar, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe, awe of absolute power, and an infinite yearning for divine grace, echoed through the heavens: "The Yuanen Clan will follow the True God for eternity!"

"We believe in the true God! We will never turn our backs on Him!"

Yuan Enhui also struggled to his feet, ignoring the dust covering his body, and knelt down deeply and devoutly in the direction of Lu Jun, his eyes filled with fervent light.

Yuan Entian, who had just regained his strength and was still immersed in the huge shock, looked at everything in front of him that overturned his understanding.

The demonic aura that had been completely annihilated, the daughter who had regained her human form and greatly improved her cultivation, the clansmen kneeling in worship, and the white-clad figure radiating a hazy divine power atop the ruins...

He finally understood the meaning of his father's words.

Pfft!
This newly promoted Limit Douluo also knelt down without hesitation. His heart, which had been frozen by despair for too long, was now completely ignited by a flame called faith.

He kowtowed deeply, his voice hoarse yet incredibly resolute:
"I am grateful to the true God for His grace in creating me. In this life, I am willing to be the vanguard of the true God, even at the cost of my life."

Lu Jun stood atop the ruins, his white robes fluttering in the wind.

His eyes calmly swept over the Yuanen family below, who were completely kneeling and whose souls were fully open to him.

The power of faith that has gathered is no longer a trickle, but a surging river.

Every wisp of faith was so pure and fervent.
The surging power of faith, like a dazzling golden torch, flowed into Lu Jun's body.

Satisfied.

"Great God." Yuan Enzhentian remained kneeling. "May I ask... what is your divine name and title?"

"How should we believers honor and pray?"

Lu Jun did not answer directly.

It's simple, because he hadn't thought it through.

Oh right, we also need to choose a god's name...

This time it was embarrassing.

He has a hard time coming up with names, otherwise he wouldn't have asked his teacher, Leng Yaozhu, to help him name his martial spirit.

"Now that the matter is settled, I shall return home."

Lu Jun waved his hand, and then a barely perceptible stream of icy blue light shot towards Yuan En Ye Hui, landing precisely in her arms.

It was that ancient token given to me by Xie Xie, engraved with the simple Ice Abyss Sword pattern.

"This order is left to you all." Lu Jun's voice was ethereal, and his figure began to become illusory and transparent, like a flower in water or the moon in a mirror.

"If there is anything important, draw upon your soul power, and I will return to you wherever my thoughts lead."

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished completely from the spot like a cloud scattered by the wind, leaving no spatial fluctuations, as if he had never existed.

Only the lingering divine aura in the air, the cold corpse of Alba on the ground, the ruins of the confinement room, and the kneeling Yuanen people silently recounted the earth-shattering miracle that had just occurred.

"My Lord God!" Yuan Enzhentian called out urgently, reaching out his hand to try to stop him, but only grasped a handful of cold wind.

The space before me was completely empty, as if everything that had happened before—slaying the demon, resolving the demon plane, restoring Tian Dang's cultivation, and the family's submission—was now gone.

It was all just a bizarre yet incredibly real dream.

(End of this chapter)