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

Xu Tiandi maintained the posture of crossing his hands under his chin, his eyelids lowered, concealing all changes in his gaze.

He seemed like a frozen statue, lost in the deepest thoughts.

Time seemed to stretch out inside the meeting room, the oppressive atmosphere almost suffocating.

Only the untouched energy analysis report in front of Emperor Xu Tian lay there quietly, as if silently telling an unspoken truth.

Now, apart from Emperor Xu himself, no one knows what this man who holds the highest power in the Federation is weighing or what decision he is brewing.

His silence was more oppressive than any words, like the suffocating calm before a storm.

A senior councilor couldn't help but glance cautiously at Xu Tiandi, who sat expressionless in the main seat, and tentatively whispered:

"Speaker... regarding Mr. Lu... should we immediately establish a special investigation team to thoroughly investigate his identity, purpose, and true role in this incident?"

"He... is far too dangerous."

Emperor Xu did not answer immediately. He maintained the posture of resting his chin on his hands, his eyelids lowered, as if he were considering countless possibilities in his mind.

The congressman's question sank without a trace, failing to elicit even the slightest ripple.

Just as the councilor thought Xu Tiandi hadn't heard him and was about to speak again...

"After this battle..."

Emperor Xu's voice suddenly broke the silence, his tone was frighteningly calm, yet carried an undeniable majesty.

"Have the casualty reports for our troops been compiled yet?"

"Not yet..."

"That congressman said weakly."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Xu abruptly raised his eyelids, his gaze like two cold bolts of lightning, shooting directly at the councilor who had just spoken. His voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of suppressed anger:

"What I need are exact casualty figures! A list of fallen soldiers! A detailed plan for compensation! A preliminary budget for the reconstruction of the Eastern Continent!"

The councilor was startled by Xu Tiandi's sudden and stern questioning, his face turning pale instantly, and he stammered, not daring to say another word.

"We can discuss Lu Jun's matter after we have safely returned to Douluo Continent and stabilized the situation."

Xu Tiandi's voice echoed in the conference room, carrying a calmness that indicated he was in complete control.

"Now, our top priority is to clean up the mess in the Eastern Continent, to appease the people, to rebuild order, and to ensure that the soldiers who shed blood for the Federation receive the proper resettlement and honor they deserve!"

His gaze swept across the entire room, his tone growing increasingly icy:
"Also, the body of Chen Xinjie, the long-lost Douluo of the Vast Ocean, has been recovered. What should be done with it?"

"How can we explain this to the Temple of War, the Sea God Family, and all the citizens of the Federation?"

"These pressing issues require us to come up with solutions immediately!"

He emphasized, word by word:

"Now, do you all understand the core message of this meeting?!"

The powerful aura pressed down on everyone present.

They then realized that the speaker was not unaware of Lu Jun, this huge variable.

Rather, he had a clearer priority in mind.

Stability is paramount!
At a time when external threats seem to have subsided, but internal turmoil is brewing due to divine wars and dimensional ascension, any internal instability or hasty decisions could lead to disastrous consequences.

Clearly, the Speaker had even considered this point. First, stabilize everything, then deal with Lu Jun, this huge problem.

"Yes, Speaker!"

The general immediately responded in unison to all the members of parliament, daring not to raise any further objections.

They fully understood that now was not the time to delve into Lu Jun's secrets, but rather to unite around the Speaker and first deal with the immediate post-war mess.

Emperor Xu leaned back in his chair, his gaze once again becoming inscrutable.

What exactly are his plans for Lu Jun? Is it cooperation, control, or elimination?
Perhaps even he himself needs more time and information to make a final decision.

But at least for now, maintaining the stability and order of the Federation is undoubtedly his first choice.

……

Several days later, at Wanghai Port, the largest port on the Eastern Continent.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, blew and stirred up small waves that gently lapped against the pier.

In the sky, the strange phenomena brought about by the ascension of Douluo Star continued, especially the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which was several times denser than before, constantly reminding people that this world had changed.

The atmosphere at the main dock of the port was solemn and dignified.

A black, dedicated transport ship flying the Federation flag was quietly docked. Its mission was to escort the remains of Chen Xinjie, the Sea Douluo, back to Mingdu on the Douluo Continent for a formal mourning ceremony and final burial.

At the dock's edge, Federal Speaker Xu Tiandi stood quietly, surrounded by a group of high-ranking generals.

He changed into a civilian uniform, the stars on his epaulets gleaming in the sunlight.

Xu Tiandi's gaze swept across the shimmering sea, landing on the transport ship about to set sail, and further on the distant horizon.

It seemed as if it were gazing in the direction of Douluo Continent, and also as if it were sensing the earth-shaking changes taking place on the planet beneath its feet.

Standing beside him was Guan Yue, the Lord of the War God Temple, who had also been seriously injured in the previous battle with Niu Tian and whose aura was still somewhat weak.

The veteran's face carried a calm that came with experience, yet his eyes remained sharp and piercing.

Xu Tiandi didn't turn around. His voice was low and deep, carrying a hint of barely perceptible emotion, as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps confiding in his most trusted comrade-in-arms:

"Guan Yue, can you feel it?"

He tilted his head back slightly and took a deep breath of the air, which was full of inspiration.

"The planet... is evolving. The elemental energy of heaven and earth is more active and abundant than ever before. In just these few days, the bottleneck in my cultivation that has been stagnant for many years has actually begun to loosen..."

He paused, his tone carrying a complex expectation:

"I have a feeling that it won't be long before I can try to break through the legendary level 100 limit."

Upon hearing this, Guan Yue paused slightly, then a relieved yet slightly regretful smile appeared on his face. He gently shook his head.
“Speaker, I can clearly sense the dramatic changes on the planet. This energy tide is vast and powerful, and it is a tremendous opportunity for all living beings.”

His tone was calm as he continued, "But... I can no longer feel that mysterious connection to the god-level, that unseen pull."

"Even the ability to gather power again to break through to that realm has been lost."

He looked at Emperor Xu, his eyes filled with no resentment, only deep gratitude:

"If it weren't for the Speaker's willingness to use the power of your divine artifact to save me at the cost of everything, my life, Guan Yue, would have been lost to Niu Tian's attack long ago."

"To have survived is already a great blessing, and my cultivation has even benefited from this misfortune, stabilizing at the Quasi-God realm. I am content and dare not ask for more." (End of Chapter)