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

The ascension of Douluo Star continues, like a giant who has recovered from a long-standing illness, stretching its muscles and bones, and radiating unprecedented vitality.

In the valley, the gruesome wounds left by the war between the gods are healing.

Those bottomless ravines, charred and broken rocks, and landforms altered by violence are now being smoothed and repaired at a visible speed under the influence of an overwhelming dimensional force.

On the scorched earth, tender green grass sprouts stubbornly emerge and spread into a green carpet at an astonishing speed.

The fractured rock layers were covered by newly formed soil, and vines soon began to climb up them.

The dried-up riverbed once again heard the gurgling sound of flowing water, and clear mountain springs gushed from the depths of the earth, nourishing this land that had been reborn.

The air was no longer filled with the smoke of gunpowder and destruction, but with the rich aroma of life and the fragrance of the earth, as if an invisible hand was using the sky and earth as a canvas to repaint a vibrant picture.

Lu Jun and Gu Yuena stood side by side on a slightly elevated rock, silently watching this miraculous natural restoration process.

Even they, witnessing the rapid changes of time, couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection).

The immense vitality and wondrous creation inherent in a plane are far beyond the reach of any individual power.

Behind them, Xie Xie, Le Zhengyu, and the others could be heard discussing excitedly.

They witnessed firsthand how the valley transformed from ruins back into a paradise, feeling the rich energy in the air that made every pore on their body open up. They were all amazed and filled with even more fervent anticipation for their future cultivation path.

However, amidst this atmosphere brimming with the joy of new life, Tang Wulin, carrying a heavy and complex emotion that seemed out of place with his surroundings, slowly walked towards the center of the battlefield.

There stands a stunning ice sculpture.

His gaze was fixed on the woman with long, pinkish-blue hair and an unparalleled beauty within the ice sculpture.

His biological sister, Tang Wutong.

He knew that this older sister was most likely a puppet carefully crafted by her father, Tang San, just like him, and a part of a grand plan.

They are not in control of their own lives, and even their own will may be subtly influenced.

Looking at her eternally frozen state, Tang Wulin felt no joy of victory, only an indescribable sorrow and heartache.

Tang Wulin's companions noticed his unusual behavior and stopped talking, turning their concerned gazes to him.

Lu Jun and Gu Yuena also noticed it, and with a swift movement, they landed lightly in front of the ice sculpture.

"She's not completely dead yet."

Gu Yuena's beautiful eyes swept over the ice sculpture. As the Silver Dragon King, her perception of life force was extremely keen. She softly reminded him:
"Moreover, she still bears the dual first-level divine positions of the Goddess of Beauty and the God of the Sea. Although the God of the Sea's divine position has dimmed due to Tang San's severe injuries, its status remains."

"Her strength far surpasses that of an ordinary first-level deity."

This ice sculpture can be considered one of the biggest blunders of Tang San's arrival.

His Sea God position, which made him famous, had some of its core authority and power forcibly frozen and stripped away along with Tang Wutong by Lu Jun's Moment of Eternity, leaving it forever on the Douluo Continent, becoming an unclaimed possession.

"However, she has no power to resist now, does she?"

Looking at Tang Wutong's stunningly beautiful face frozen in the ice sculpture, filled with astonishment and resentment, Lu Jun calmly stated a fact.

"What are you going to do?"

Gu Yuena turned her head to look at Lu Jun and asked softly.

How to deal with Tang Wutong will determine many possible outcomes.

Lu Jun turned his gaze to Tang Wulin, whose expression was complicated, and directly handed the choice to him:
"Wu Lin, how do you plan to treat her?"

His voice clearly reached everyone's ears: "Do you want me to end her completely and eliminate any future trouble? Or... do you want to talk to her? See if there is any possibility that she can be saved, that she can be awakened?"

Tang Wulin's body trembled slightly. He raised his head and met Lu Jun's calm yet questioning gaze.

He took a deep breath, a struggle flashing in his eyes, but it was ultimately replaced by an impulse to crave family and the truth.

"Brother Lu..."

Tang Wulin's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"I...I want to talk to her. What if she's like me, just a puppet manipulated by her father...by Tang San?"

"If we can clear up the misunderstanding and awaken her true will, perhaps our Douluo Continent can gain another powerful first-level god as an ally."

His thoughts were simple, but also tinged with a hint of reluctance.

After all, we are connected by blood.

Although the friends around them didn't know much about the specific details of the Crimson Realm that Lu Jun and Gu Yuena had mentioned before, they could clearly sense it from the unprecedented solemn expressions on the two of them.

The enemies of the future will be far more powerful than we can imagine.

The Douluo Continent needs all forces that can be united.

The value of a powerful first-level deity is self-evident.

Lu Jun pondered for a moment, looked at Tang Wulin with a firm gaze, then glanced at the stunningly beautiful face in the ice sculpture, and finally nodded.

"Okay, as you wish."

He stepped forward, extended his right hand, and gently placed his palm on the hard, cold surface of the ice sculpture.

"Crack...knock..."

A faint cracking sound rang out. Under Lu Jun's control, the ultimate law of ice began to operate in reverse, and the solid ice layer, like spring snow under the sun, began to melt and disintegrate rapidly from the inside.

Ice crystals shattered and fell, revealing the exquisitely beautiful body that had been sealed away.

Without the support of the ice, Tang Wutong's perfectly proportioned, breathtakingly curvaceous body softened slightly and slid forward.

Lu Jun was closest, and instinctively took a step forward, reaching out to embrace her soft waist, preventing her from falling to the ground in an embarrassing manner.

Upon touching it, one is struck by its amazing softness and elasticity; even through the damp fabric of the divine armor, one can still feel its breathtaking texture.

Her magnificent but slightly damaged divine attire, now soaked in the melting ice water, clung tightly to her body, perfectly outlining every curve and every breathtaking arc.

It possesses a unique aura that combines holiness, nobility, beauty, and intangible allure, and has a near-destructive visual impact on any man whose will is not strong enough.

At the same time, a faint yet deeply enticing fragrance wafted into Lu Jun's nostrils.

That's a kind of charm field inherent to the goddess of beauty, which can amplify the attraction and possessiveness of the opposite sex.

Tang Wutong's dreamy pink wavy hair was slightly disheveled, stained with a few glistening water droplets and dust, and her fair, jade-like cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness due to the thawing of the ice and some injuries.

A trace of golden divine blood even remained at the corner of her mouth, adding to her poignant beauty and fragility.

In this state, she exudes a charm that touches the softest part of people's hearts.

Even with Lu Jun's resolute will, his mind couldn't help but waver for a moment.

A brief moment of unfocusedness appeared in his eyes. (End of Chapter)