Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is Kamen Rider!

In the heart of Donghai City, a majestic building pierces the sky; this is the Donghai City branch of the Spirit Transmission Tower, and also one of the eighteen pillars of the Spirit Transmission Tower.

This tower has over a hundred floors and is about four hundred meters high. Its octagonal base covers a vast area and is firmly rooted in the ground, like a silent giant overlooking the entire East Sea City.

The walls are made of polished light gray soul-guided alloy plates, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the ever-changing clouds in the sky. Every three layers are surrounded by a golden soul-guided decorative band, which shines brightly in the sunlight, exuding nobility and majesty. A medium-sized soul-guided crystal is embedded at the top of the tower, crystal clear, and emits a soft and bright light every night, becoming a landmark in a part of Donghai City, guiding passers-by.

Inside the office of a high-ranking member of the branch tower, Leng Yaozhu sat upright at her desk, her fingertips deftly flipping through the pile of documents. Her writing was crisp and efficient, without any hesitation. Every word and action exuded the composure and powerful aura inherent in the direct descendants of the Leng family.

No one knows why a supreme expert would appear here, even though he is in charge of the higher-level Heavenly Pillar of the Spirit Pagoda and enjoys a higher level of respect and resources.

Only she knew what Donghai City meant to her.

knock knock --

Leng Yaozhu's gaze remained fixed on the documents, her head unblinking, and her tone flat and emotionless: "Please come in."

The person who entered was a young man with perfectly trimmed, fluffy blue medium-length hair that just reached his ears. His gray-black clothes accentuated his cool and aloof demeanor. A long scarf was wrapped around his neck, and he held a very special book in his hands. The book was covered with an ancient parchment cover, and the yellowed edges revealed the weight of time. He looked both refined and mysterious.

Only the badge on his clothing, signifying his status as the branch tower master, stood out, breaking the aloofness beneath his refined demeanor and highlighting his position.

After the young man entered, he did not speak. He simply stood there quietly, his fingertips gently turning the pages of the parchment book in his hand, as if he were immersed in his own world, completely ignoring Leng Yaozhu's indifference behind the desk.

After finishing outlining the final part of the document, Leng Yaozhu looked up at the person who had arrived, her expression calm and emotionless, and spoke indifferently:

"What are you doing here?"

"Woz."

The young man smiled, seemingly oblivious to the cold shoulder.

"I'm just here to remind you of something: the time is almost here, a great event is about to take place, and I hope you won't miss it."

Before Leng Yaozhu could react, he turned around, picked up the parchment book, and quietly left the office, leaving only the soft sound of the door closing.

"ha?!"

All that remained was Leng Yaozhu, her eyes twitching and her face completely bewildered.

What is this guy saying?

Although she was used to it, Leng Yaozhu still left her speechless.

Woz is a very eccentric person. He is humble and polite, but he always likes to appear out of nowhere and say strange things. He has a special admiration for a certain being. If it weren't for the fact that he has never done anything bad and has terrifying strength to protect him, he would probably have a lot of trouble.

Some people took his words seriously and went to search for the existence he spoke of, but they found nothing. Gradually, everyone regarded him as a somewhat neurotic strongman.

She knew at first that the branch tower master was neurotic, but she didn't expect him to be this neurotic.

Looking back, when she was vying for the position of the branch tower master, she originally belonged to the East Sea City branch tower. Although she wanted to stay in this familiar land, she ultimately chose the more important position of the Heavenly Pillar due to family interests and long-term considerations.

She never imagined that this young man named Woz from a reclusive family would suddenly appear, seize the position of the East Sea City branch tower in one fell swoop, and even said that "only here can one behold the figure of that being," and stay there for decades.

Qian Gu Dong Feng had tried to win over this powerful branch tower master, but Woz remained unmoved and even angered Qian Gu Dong Feng over some trivial matters.

Later, the two had a major fight, but the outcome is unknown.

But ever since then, Qian Gu Dong Feng has avoided him whenever he sees him, so the answer is probably clear.

She had tried to win over Woz, but he would only respond with a mysterious smile she couldn't decipher: "That being will eventually come to us, leading us and protecting us."

For some reason, upon hearing these words, a familiar figure from the depths of her memory would involuntarily surface in her mind, and a strange pang of sadness would rise in her heart.

Leng Yaozhu gently shook her head, forcing herself to pull herself out of her thoughts and turn her gaze back to the documents on the table, returning to her work.

The reason she always returned to Donghai City was partly to oversee the Spirit Pagoda and handle related affairs, and partly to seek out the remaining warmth in this place full of memories.

Some time ago, she and Yali went to pay their respects to that person. After saying goodbye to Yali, she returned to the Spirit Pagoda alone.

At that moment, she put down the documents in her hand, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and stood by the railing. The entire view of Donghai City was laid out before her. The streets crisscrossed, and the crowds were dense. The sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, drifted in through the cracks in the window, but it could not dispel the loneliness in her eyes.

Whenever her gaze falls on the distant sunset, her thoughts are always fiercely pulled away by the deep past.

At this moment, the setting sun, a deep red, slowly approaches the horizon, its afterglow spreading across the entire sky and dyeing the clouds a blend of gold and red. The waves reflect the light and shadow of the setting sun, shimmering and sparkling, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

The flames of the setting sun burn everything, yet they cannot burn away that memory.

But the same sunset, the same place, yet her feelings now are completely different from those of years ago—once, this figure under the sunset filled her with all her tenderness and joy, but now, only endless emptiness and loneliness remain, spreading in her heart.

The moment he left was still vividly etched in her mind, never fading.

Leng Yaozhu has always been a calm and rational person. Her most outstanding qualities are her ability to be pragmatic and consider the big picture, which is also what he likes most about her.

These were the words he had said to her himself back then. She didn't want to disappoint the version of herself who had happily agreed to those words.

I still remember that day, it was sunset again, and he was right beside her, his voice gentle yet firm:

"Yaozhu, I'm so happy to be liked by someone as wonderful as you, but your life shouldn't be bound by these personal feelings. Seeing you grow up like this and stop being love-struck makes me feel at peace. Maybe I should comfort you, but I won't leave anything to bind you."

The sound of his voice made Leng Yaozhu's eyes see only him, unable to accommodate anything else.

"Respect and memory do not need to be based on inanimate objects; it is enough that they exist in thought and memory... it is enough."

At that moment, the crimson sunset was slowly sinking towards the horizon, its afterglow stretching his shadow long and tender, making it hard to look away.

He paused, his gaze fixed on the distant sunset, his voice softening slightly:

"The sun is setting...it's beautiful."

"Well, it's time. We shouldn't keep people waiting any longer. Yaozhu, Yulai, take good care of yourselves. Goodbye."

Behind him, a pair of wings radiating seven-colored light slowly unfolded. As the light flowed, it constantly distorted the surrounding space. With the vibration of the wings, his figure gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the afterglow of the setting sun and never to be seen again.

Leng Yaozhu watched him turn and leave, realizing what was about to happen. She tried to reach out and stop him, but grasped nothing.