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

The enormous body, covered in frost and wounds, finally staggered out of the core of the white domain and stepped into the deepest part of this valley, which was also the last core area.

As for Lu Jun himself, seeing Titan disappear into the mist and distorted light and shadow of the core area covered in frost and wounds, he stopped his pursuit.

He stood tall and imposing, exuding a soul-freezing majesty. The Ice Abyss Sword he gripped tightly in his hand, its light now restrained, seemed to compress an entire ice age, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Like an ice-blue sun, it hangs in the center of this pure white world.

He remained silently in place, his cold gaze fixed on the direction where Titan had disappeared, without choosing to rush in immediately.

Because he was saving up.

He poured all his boundless soul power, blessed by the Goddess of Ice and Snow, into the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand and into the frost-covered land beneath his feet, along with the ultimate ice energy transformed from all the colors and temperatures stripped away from him, and his complete understanding and control of the laws of ice.

What he wanted was not simply to hunt him down.

What he wanted was to deliver the most thorough and desperate end to the enemy at the most crucial moment when they thought they saw a glimmer of hope and were about to welcome the savior they had been longing for.

A cold, cruel smile curled at the corners of Lu Jun's lips.

This is his most solemn reward to these enemies who have repeatedly provoked him and attempted to overthrow everything!
The terrifying power of frost did not stop at his feet.

They are like living white veins, silently spreading and permeating along the depths of the earth, like weaving an invisible and intangible net of death that is enough to freeze everything, gradually enveloping everything.

It enveloped the very heart of the valley. Frost condensed and compressed deep underground, awaiting the command to finally erupt.

Waiting for Tang San?
Waiting for Tang Wutong?

Alright, then I'll keep you waiting!
Lu Jun sneered inwardly.

Beneath this seemingly calm wait, his destructive power is gradually gathering and rising, like a fully drawn bowstring with an arrow capable of shooting down stars and freezing divine kingdoms.

Once he chooses to release, it will be earth-shattering and devastating.

……

Meanwhile, Titan finally ventured into the deepest part of the valley. The scenery here was completely different from the outside world.

The sky above seemed to have been forcibly torn apart by some force, leaving it completely exposed and covered with countless, spiderweb-like spatial cracks from which chaotic energy flows and strange fragments of light constantly fell.

The entire space was trembling slightly, emitting a hum that seemed to be strained under the weight, as if some incredibly powerful being was forcibly breaking through the solid barrier of the Douluo Star Plane on the other side, attempting to descend upon this place.

However, even after successfully reaching this last hopeful place, Titan's hideous ape face showed no joy, only boundless heaviness and sorrow.

Within a single day, the team he personally led, which brought together the remnants of the Haotian Sect, the Tang Clan, and the last elite members of the Green Skull organization, suffered a devastating ambush.

The images of fleeing in disarray, self-destructing along the way, and being mercilessly slaughtered echoed in his mind like a nightmare.

He dared not think about how many disciples would ultimately be able to escape the wolf-like pursuit and successfully reach this place.

At least, when he arrived with his massive, battered body, all he could see was the desolate heart of the valley, which should have been his last stronghold, a place brimming with hope. He could not feel any of the vibrant, passionate energy that belonged to his own side.

Only faint energy fluctuations emanated from the distant magic array, and the chilling sound of space tearing apart in the sky could be heard.

"Damn bastards... What a show you've put on..."

The voice Titan emitted at that moment sounded like a broken bellows, filled with deep-seated hatred and helplessness. His massive figure leaped a few times, reaching the summit of the highest stone peak in the valley.

He raised his massive head, his gaze fixed solemnly on the shattered sky.

As you can see, a graceful and slender phantom radiating a soft pink halo is gradually solidifying deep within the crack, exuding powerful divine energy; it is the goddess of beauty attempting to descend.

Then, his gaze fell on the very center of the ground.

There, a huge and intricate magic circle was inscribed, its runes shimmering with a dark light.

At the center of the magic circle, a person who surprised the Titan was kneeling there.

It was none other than Chen Xinjie, the former Lord of the War God Temple who had been missing for a long time.

At this moment, Chen Xinjie's eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his self-awareness. He just stared blankly at the sky, like a puppet on a string.

Around his body were dozens of crystal-clear containers filled with a thick, milky-white liquid.

That was the purest power of faith collected from all over the Douluo Continent.

These forces of faith, like rivers flowing into the sea, were guided by the magic array and surged wildly into Chen Xinjie's body.

What's even more astonishing is that he was originally only at the level of a quasi-god of level 99, but under the blessing of this enormous power of faith and the mysterious magic array, his cultivation level skyrocketed like a rocket.

Level 100 True God, Priest, Third-Level Deity, Second-Level Deity...

They advanced with unstoppable momentum, launching an assault on the higher realm of God King.

This was far beyond what Chen Xinjie could achieve on his own; he was more like a chosen vessel or bridge, passively receiving a vast and boundless divine power from a distant divine realm.

Seeing that the descent ceremony seemed to have been largely unaffected and was still proceeding smoothly, Titan not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but instead laughed in fury, his eyes filled with icy coldness.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire... but you are destined to be completely extinguished!"

He looked up at the sky again and let out a deep roar:
"When Tang San returns, I'll see if you rampant ants can still laugh!"

His massive, thousand-meter-tall figure, like an ancient, demonic mountain, stood silently atop the stone peak, waiting anxiously and menacingly.

"Tang San... please come quickly... we... we can't hold on much longer..."

Titan silently prayed in his heart, over and over again.

Time slipped away, bit by bit, amidst the oppressive silence and the tremors of space.

Finally, a crisp cracking sound rang out in the sky.

The slender pink figure solidified completely, forcefully breaking through the final spatial barrier. Like a celestial maiden, surrounded by a sacred and beautiful halo, she slowly drifted down from the high heavens and finally landed lightly on the ground.

The first-level deity, the Goddess of Beauty, Tang Wutong, has successfully descended upon the Douluo Continent!

As soon as she landed, her eyes, filled with divine light, immediately turned to Chen Xinjie in the center of the magic circle. Sensing that although the ritual process had been fraught with twists and turns, the core steps had not been interrupted, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Titan leaped down from the summit of the stone peak, landing with a loud thud in front of Tang Wutong. (End of Chapter)