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

Lu Jun's gaze swept over the six somewhat apprehensive immortal herbs and ferocious beasts, his tone calm and impartial:
"Personal likes and dislikes should not take precedence over the greater good. This place is the core of life in this plane. As the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, their cultivation here is beneficial to the growth of the core and the improvement of the ecology of this place."

"This matter should be decided by the Douluo plane itself, following the way of nature. I, Lu Jun, will never interfere with the plane's own choices and arrangements because of personal emotions."

Upon hearing Lu Jun's words, a clear look of surprise and admiration flashed in Harosa's gray eyes. He paused slightly, then bowed respectfully to Lu Jun.
"Your Excellency is magnanimous and wise. On behalf of the plane's will, Harosa thanks Your Excellency."

He couldn't help but sigh: No wonder the will of the plane chose Lu Jun as an ally, and was even willing to entrust him with the right to place the core of life.

This young man may seem carefree, but he is actually quite insightful, has a broad perspective, knows how to weigh the pros and cons, and understands how to respect the rules.

Compared to Tang San, who could stir up trouble on the continent for his own selfish reasons and treat all living beings as pawns, being friends with Lu Jun is far more fortunate for the Douluo Continent.

The Douluo Continent may seem to exist invisibly now, but in reality, it sees things more clearly than anyone else.

Straightening up, Harosa looked at the expectant faces of the immortal herbs and nodded:

"Since Lord Lu has no objection, and the will of the plane also recognizes your affinity with this place, you are permitted to entrust your primordial seeds to the area around the ancient golden tree, using its life force to cultivate and nourish yourselves. You are also required to wholeheartedly protect this pure land and coexist and prosper with the core."

Upon hearing this, the six immortal herbs and ferocious beasts were overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to Lu Jun and Harosa to express their gratitude, their voices filled with thanks and joy.

They acted swiftly, each selecting the most spiritually abundant location around the ancient golden tree, carefully separating a strand of the purest primordial seed, and burying it in the life-filled soil.

Soon, tender shoots of immortal herbs sprouted from the soil, surrounding the ancient golden tree and forming a small garden of spiritual herbs, quickly blending into the environment and complementing each other.

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Meanwhile, in another heavily guarded and deeply hidden location in Mingdu, lies the underground secret chamber of the Qian Gu family headquarters.

The secret room was dimly lit, with only a few soul-guiding lamps emitting a pale light that illuminated the complex isolation runes on the walls.

The air was filled with a strange odor that was a mixture of metal, energy liquid, and some indescribable, life-like scent.

Qian Gu Dongfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on a futon in the center of the secret room, slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time.

The moment he opened his eyes, a vast, majestic, and terrifying aura, as heavy as a mountain, erupted from his body and filled the entire secret chamber.

Its aura was so strong that it had already broken through that crucial bottleneck and firmly stepped into the realm of a level 99 Limit Douluo, a quasi-god!

He felt the surging soul power within him, far stronger than before, and an uncontrollable smile of satisfaction spread across his face as he muttered to himself:
"Finally...we've finally come this far!"

"With the help of my family's secret techniques, and the crucial resources and intelligence provided by Emperor Xu... I am finally qualified to participate in the most prestigious competition on this continent!"

Behind him, protecting him and assisting him in his cultivation, was his father, the previous master of the Spirit Transmission Tower, Qian Gu Die Ting, who also possessed the cultivation of a quasi-god.

At this moment, a look of satisfaction and even fervor appeared on Qian Gu Die Ting's wrinkled yet still sharp face.

"Very good, Dongfeng, you have indeed not disappointed your father." Qian Gu Die Ting's voice was hoarse but filled with excitement. "Now my Qian Gu family has two quasi-gods!"

"Once Qingfeng successfully breaks through, my Qian Gu clan will possess three quasi-gods. At that time, who on this continent will be able to rival our clan?" Qian Gu Dongfeng slowly rose, stretching his body, which had become somewhat stiff from sitting for so long, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light:
"Father, how is the situation outside while I've been in seclusion? And... how far has the most important resurrection project progressed?"

When the resurrection project was mentioned, Qian Gu Die Ting's expression instantly became extremely solemn and fervent.

He carefully took out a metal sphere about the size of a fist from his pocket. It was jet black and covered with countless fine soul-guiding runes.

He stretched out his finger and gently touched a certain point on the sphere.

The sphere trembled slightly, then projected an incredibly clear light screen.

The light screen displays a futuristic laboratory scene.

In the very center of the laboratory, in a huge, transparent culture tank filled with a pale green life-sustaining solution, a complete male body was quietly suspended.

The body had long, flowing blue hair, a handsome and gentle face with a scholarly air, yet its brows held an undeniable air of authority and profundity.

His body proportions were perfect, his skin had a healthy glow, and every muscle seemed to contain explosive power.

His appearance, physique, and even his unique temperament are exactly the same as those portraits and records of Lingbing Douluo Huo Yuhao left from ten thousand years ago.

They were practically identical, even the slight furrow in their brows as they slept carried the unique expression of Huo Yuhao when he was deep in thought.

"See that? Dongfeng!"

Qian Gu Die Ting's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"The cultivation of the divine body is nearing completion. The biological tissue cloning and fusion technology of the divine metal skeleton provided by the Federation is perfect. Combined with the purest life essence energy from the Golden Ancient Tree collected by Emperor Xu as the core driving force... this body has already transcended the boundaries of the mortal world!"

He pointed at the perfect body in the light screen, his eyes blazing with intense heat:
"Give us two more years, at most two years, to carry out the final soul imprinting and consciousness reshaping. At that time, the one who awakens will no longer be the Spirit Ice Douluo who cared for all living beings in history, but a person whose soul has been marked with absolute loyalty, who will only obey the highest orders of my ancient family and the Federation—the ultimate weapon, Huo Yuhao!"

The voice of Qian Gu Die Ting was filled with absolute confidence:
"Trust us, Dongfeng. With this divine metal as its skeleton, the life essence of the Golden Ancient Tree as its heart, and the pseudo-godhood of an eleventh-level soul tool constructed from the Federation's most advanced soul guidance matrix..."

"The strength of this resurrected Huo Yuhao far surpasses that of the so-called Sky-Supporting Douluo Yun Ming. He will be the sharpest sword in the hands of my ancient family, and even the entire Federation!"

Qian Gu Dongfeng gazed at the nearly completed, perfect body on the light screen, a smug smile of complete control spreading across his face. He continued, his voice laced with barely suppressed ambition:

“That’s right… Father. With Huo Yuhao, who is completely obedient to us, what great things can’t we accomplish?”

"At that time, let alone the dissenting voices within the Spirit Pagoda, even the currently powerful Federation... Hmph, once we have completely mastered this ultimate power, who will prevail remains to be seen!"

"Haha, hahahaha!"

Inside the secret chamber, the triumphant laughter of the father and son, filled with ambition and imagination yet sounding incredibly cold and jarring, echoed through the room.

They placed their hopes on Huo Yuhao, whose will was about to be twisted and transformed, in a way that would overturn everything. (End of Chapter)