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

Lu Jun bent down and picked up the walking stick that was stuck diagonally in the scorched earth.

The staff is slightly heavy and cool to the touch. Dim patterns of faith flow across its surface, and several fine cracks meander from the top to the middle, like unhealable scars.

He ran his fingertips along the staff, feeling the lingering whispers of the Douluo Star plane within.

That is the sedimentation of the beliefs of living beings over thousands of years, and also the imprint of the will of generations of Xu family members who wield the staff.

He turned around and handed the cane to Emperor Xu.

"Take it."

His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"I don't want this. You can keep it for yourself."

Emperor Xu raised his eyes, his gaze lingering on the cane and Lu Jun's face for a moment.

Something seemed to flicker slightly in those tired golden eyes.

It was like an accident, yet also like a deeper form of self-mockery.

He silently reached out his hand, his fingertips pausing almost imperceptibly as they touched the cane, before firmly grasping it and returning it to his side.

The end of the staff lightly tapped the ground, making a soft thud.

His posture remained upright, but the sharpness and aura that once dominated the world seemed to have been largely drained away.

His shoulders slumped slightly, his gaze drifted to the distant horizon distorted by the aftershocks of the laws, and his whole being was shrouded in a faint, almost decadent, twilight atmosphere.

Lu Jun frowned almost imperceptibly as he looked at him.

Is this still the same Federation Speaker who commands the entire Federation and dares to stand up against the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy?

That tyrant who commanded the army with an iron fist, ignited the spark with ambition, and even dared to fell the towering tree that was Shrek Academy?

At this moment, Emperor Xu was like a sharp sword that had just broken the last shackles, but lost all direction the instant it was drawn.

He fulfilled his lifelong obsession, destroying Shrek Academy and erasing all traces of Yunming and Yali's existence.

and then?
Then all that remained was a blank emptiness.

A silent sigh crossed Lu Jun's mind.

Logically, such a figure should, after sweeping away the old enemies, ride the wave of victory and, guided by the will of the plane, lead the Federation fleet to the stars and the sea, ushering in a true era of space.

But now, standing here, holding a divine weapon and possessing divine status, he is like a magnificent shell whose soul has been extracted.

“After Yali’s death,” Lu Jun suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but like a stone thrown into a still pool, “her soul will not enter the cycle of reincarnation and will fall into the plane of the dead.”

Xu Tiandi's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the staff handle.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Lu Jun's face.

"...Is this really true?"

Each word was squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a kind of suppressed tremor.

“Really?” Lu Jun met his gaze, his tone calm. “Once the Abyss War is over, you can go to the Undead Plane yourself and ask her.”

The air seemed to freeze for a few breaths.

Xu Tiandi's chest heaved as he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

The dying flame in his eyes seemed to have been rekindled with kindling; though it didn't burn fiercely, it finally regained its warmth.

"it is good."

He responded in a deep voice, hoarse yet clear.

"It's a word."

His grip on the cane handle loosened and tightened, his knuckles turning white.

"I just want to ask her, where exactly is I, Emperor Xu, inferior to Yun Ming?"

This statement doesn't sound like a question; it sounds more like a stubborn soliloquy.

"She was taken away, but in the end she willingly fell in love with him, lived for him, and died for him."

Xu Tiandi's lips curled into a cold smile, full of sarcasm and resentment.

"Absolutely ridiculous, utterly shameful, a whore."

He stopped looking at Lu Jun, slammed his cane down heavily, and turned to walk out of the battlefield.

But the moment he took that step, the subtle yet powerful pressure emanating from him, which resonated with the entire Douluo Star, began to dissipate at a visible speed.

Like the receding tide revealing a dried-up mudflat. Lu Jun's gaze narrowed slightly.

"What are you..."

Before he finished speaking, he already understood.

Beneath Xu Tiandi's feet, the rock layer, smooth as a mirror from the impact of the laws, was emitting a subtle, breathing, earthy-yellow halo.

In the distant sky, the clouds rolled in a regular and profound manner, as if a giant eye that had been dormant for a long time was slowly opening.

"The Lord of the Planes... has awakened."

Lu Jun whispered, as if stating a fact, or perhaps confirming it.

"You seized power and acted on its behalf while it slumbered. Now, in this battle between us, the clash of laws has been too intense, and it has disturbed its long slumber."

He looked at Xu Tiandi's back.

"Now, it is taking back the power it lent you."

Xu Tiandi did not stop walking, nor did he even turn his head.

Only a bland sound drifted on the wind:
"It doesn't matter."

Three words, a simple and understated description.

"I don't need this power."

The moment he finished speaking, the last layer of radiance that resonated with heaven and earth around him completely dissipated.

The vast divine power that had originally reached the level of a quasi-first-level god collapsed and fell rapidly, like a punctured balloon.

Priest.

Ultimately, it settled at this level.

Strangely, the divine core between his eyebrows, which was originally only half-shaped and illusory, solidified completely and became perfect after the power receded.

The golden-purple divine markings flashed across his forehead, like some kind of eternal brand.

He sacrificed the temporary, stolen dimensional authority in exchange for the complete integrity of his divine position.

Destruction precedes construction; abandoning the external leads to gaining the internal.

Just then, three whooshing sounds came from afar.

"Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-"

The figure landed, stirring up a fine cloud of dust.

Lu Jun and Xu Tiandi looked up at the same time.

It turned out that Wu Siduo, Di Yue, and Di Tian had somehow found their way here.

Di Tian, ​​with his black robes fluttering, stood with his hands behind his back, his face as cold and stern as ten thousand years of ice, yet the dragon's might that he had been hiding was completely different.

It was a kind of divine pressure that transformed him, transcending the mortal realm. Although he had just entered the realm of a priest, he was far more refined and domineering than ordinary gods.

His gaze was like lightning. He first swept over Xu Tiandi, snorted coldly, and then looked at Lu Jun, nodding slightly.

Di Yue, who was in the middle, stood there blankly, seemingly not yet realizing what had happened. She subconsciously looked down at her hands.

On her fair palms, tiny, warm, earthy-gold light emanated from nothingness, like fireflies returning to their nests, silently seeping into her skin.

Her aura began to rise and expand at an incredible speed, resonating deeply with the earth beneath her feet, the sky above her head, and the wind flowing around her.

The feeling was as if... the entire planet was whispering to her.

"you……"

Wu Siduo broke the silence first. She pointed at Lu Jun, then at Xu Tiandi, and finally at the terrifying abyss around them, which was tens of kilometers in diameter and bottomless. Her voice was hesitant.

"Finished?"

"The fight is over."

Lu Jun nodded.

“Then…” Wu Siduo blinked and blurted out the words.

"Why didn't I see rivers of blood and a life-or-death struggle?"

She regretted it as soon as she finished speaking, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she subconsciously glanced at Xu Tiandi.

That's said as if they can't stand to see the two of them at peace. (End of Chapter)