Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

"It's too late to talk about this now. What we need to consider now is how to prevent Han Yu from seeking revenge."

Blue Shark suddenly stood up and paced back and forth on the gold-brick-paved ground. Each step was incredibly heavy, as if it were pounding on his heart.

His brow furrowed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the empty palace, trying to find a glimmer of inspiration to solve the problem. However, he found nothing but an ever-growing sense of despair.

The man in black observed Blue Shark's anxious expression and felt uneasy himself.

He tentatively took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said in a cautious tone, "Your Majesty, isn't Princess Hanyu's wife?"

Blue Shark paused, his gaze falling on the man in black, seemingly weighing something. Seeing this, the man in black felt a glimmer of hope and mustered his courage to continue:

"Perhaps you could try this route."

He paused, observing Blue Shark's reaction, and seeing that he didn't object, continued:

"Then you can shift the blame onto your subordinates, claiming it was all their spontaneous action and had nothing to do with Your Majesty."

The man in black bowed his head deeply, his tone firm, taking all the blame upon himself.

Blue Shark's expression changed slightly, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little, and a hint of interest appeared between his brows.

He turned his back, hesitated for a moment, seemingly making a difficult decision. After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice trembling slightly:

"But I can't find where the princess went..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it finally disappeared into the empty hall.

"Of course you can't find it..."

Just then, a cold voice echoed like a ghost in the empty hall.

Blue Shark's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

This is the imperial palace, heavily guarded. There is only one person who could bypass all the guards and appear here silently—Han Yu!

"Cold Rain!" Blue Shark managed to squeeze out the two words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with fear and disbelief.

Han Yu, dressed in black, appeared out of nowhere before Blue White Shark and the man in black. His face was cold and stern, his eyes sharp as blades, and he exuded a chilling killing intent.

Blue Shark and the man in black were terrified by this sudden turn of events, staring in horror at the uninvited guest before them.

The man in black was the first to react. He drew his sword from his waist, pointed it at Han Yu, and shouted sharply:

"Han Yu, how dare you! This is the imperial palace! You dared to sneak into the palace without permission. What are you trying to do? Are you plotting a rebellion?"

Faced with the man in black's accusations, Han Yu merely smiled coldly, glanced at him disdainfully, and then turned her gaze to Blue White Shark, her tone icy and chilling:

"Of course I know this is the palace. As for announcing it?"

He paused, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and said, word by word:

"Your Majesty, do you think I need this?"

As she spoke, Han Yu slowly raised her right hand, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall, making it suffocating.

Nine spirit rings of different colors slowly rose from beneath his feet, emitting dazzling light. A terrifying aura swept out like a tsunami, making it almost impossible for Blue White Shark and the man in black to breathe.

Blue Shark's face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He swallowed hard, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said in a trembling voice:

"For ordinary people, this would be necessary, but for you, my dear minister, it's unnecessary..."

Han Yu snorted coldly, suppressing some of her aura, but her tone remained icy and chilling:

"In that case, shouldn't Your Majesty give me an explanation?"

His gaze was piercing, fixed intently on the blue-white shark, as he spoke, word by word:

"The matter of shooting my grandfather."

Blue Shark and the man in black exchanged a glance, conveying a message.

The man in black took a large step forward, his black boots slamming heavily on the gold-brick floor. He met Han Yu's gaze without fear, his deep-set eyes gleaming with unwavering determination, as if harboring a resolute courage. He parted his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I killed the man, I did the deed, and none of it has anything to do with His Majesty. If you want revenge, come at me." With that, the man in black straightened his back, raised his head high, revealing his sharply defined chin, and closed his eyes, as if prepared to face death, waiting for Han Yu's sword to pierce his throat.

"You?" A cold smile suddenly appeared on Han Yu's lips, a smile as sharp as a blade, instantly shattering the black-clad man's facade of resignation. He burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain: "Haha... Do you two really think I, and the world, are fools?" If Han Yu truly believed that the black-clad man was behind all of this, he might as well just smash his head against the Golden Palace and die; at least that would be a clean end. He took a deep breath, his icy voice echoing through the hall: "Fine, I'm not playing with you anymore. In your next life, don't do anything beyond your authority."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of white light appeared in Han Yu's hand, and a long sword, entirely emerald green, materialized out of thin air. The sword exuded a chilling aura, as if it came from the deepest abyss, sending shivers down one's spine. This was Han Yu's sword—the Azure Frost Sword. He slightly raised his wrist, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the pale-faced Blue Shark standing to the side.

Blue Shark felt the piercing chill emanating from the Azure Frost Sword, his face turning deathly pale. His lips trembled as he stammered, "Han Yu, what...what are you planning to do?" He puffed out his chest, adopting the air of an emperor, and said with a fierce but weak tone, "I am Wan'er's father, the Emperor of the Southern Kingdom. Do you intend to assassinate the monarch?"

Looking at Blue White Shark's feigned composure, Han Yu's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. He said, "Your Majesty, what are you thinking?" He paused, his tone turning icy cold. "How could I possibly murder a ruler?" Han Yu emphasized the word "murder," each syllable like a heavy hammer blow striking Blue White Shark's heart. "However, for the sake of revenge, I hope you will never appear in anyone's memory again."

"Click—"

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When Han Yu came out of the palace, everything was very calm, as if nothing had happened.

A few days later, the Southern Kingdom conquered the Northern Kingdom and unified the continent.

One month later, the Southern Emperor, Blue White Shark, passed away. With the assistance of Han Yu, the most powerful person in the Southern Kingdom, Lan Wan'er ascended the throne and became the first empress.

Han Yu also became the regent, acting on behalf of the emperor, and for a time held immense power.

No one can compare to him in terms of either strength or status.

Time passed by little by little, and soon, a hundred years had gone by in a flash.

Han Yu's wife, Lan Wan'er, had a low level of cultivation and passed away from illness a year ago.

In the royal cemetery.

The royal cemetery is located on the hill behind the palace, amidst a lush pine and cypress forest. Han Yu stood quietly by a royal tombstone, her eyes filled with melancholy.

Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns that illuminated the gilded characters on the tombstone:

The Tomb of Lan Wan'er, the Empress of the Southern Kingdom!

Around the tombstone, lush green grass grew, and a few unnamed wildflowers swayed in the breeze, emitting a faint fragrance.

A century has passed, and Han Yu has gone from a young man to an old man with white hair. Although his cultivation is profound, he is still at the Limit Douluo level.

Therefore, they are still mortals, subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death, only their lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary people. Han Yu murmured:

"Wan'er, my old friends have all passed away, and now I am all alone."

A few crows cawed in the distance, their calls sounding particularly clear in the silent cemetery.

Han Yu's gaze swept over the familiar tombstones around him, the names engraved on them all being royal family members he once knew well, but now they all lay in eternal rest here.

"I am at ease knowing that my son is now in charge of the world."

The sound of the cold rain was low and hoarse, as if carrying the vicissitudes of time.

"But it means nothing to me."

He looked up at the sky, where a few white clouds floated in the azure sky, as soft as cotton candy.

The sunlight shone on his face, but it could not dispel the gloom in his heart.

"If my cultivation cannot progress, I will eventually die, and everything in the past will become nothing but smoke and clouds."

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness and stirring Han Yu's white hair, making it flutter like strands of silver in the wind.

"I, Han Yu, reached the Soul Douluo realm in my teens and broke through the limit in my twenties, but now, more than a hundred years later, I am still a Limit Douluo."

"I used to be quite smug and arrogant, thinking that everyone else in the world was nothing special."

"But I was wrong. It turns out that the limit of this road is the end."

"What do I have to be proud of? I've just spent over ten years cultivating a level that others take decades to reach."

"None of it makes any sense."

Han Yu closed his eyes slightly, already sensing that his time was running out. Although the Limit Douluo of this world was very strong.

However, since there are no gods, the lifespan of a Limit Douluo is only one or two hundred years.

If Han Yu wanted to live, it wasn't impossible. But now that her old friends had left one after another, her cultivation hadn't improved at all, and she had enjoyed everything she could, she was already resigned to death.

With this mindset, Han Yu's time was quickly coming to an end.

"Perhaps, it won't be long before I come to join you."

"Wait for me," Han Yu murmured as she knelt before the tombstone.

Time passed quietly, and Han Yu's eyes slowly closed, never to open again.

"The second test of the God of Destruction has ended. The evaluation was poor. The reward is one level of soul power and a soul ring with a lifespan of five hundred years."

A cold voice, as if coming from beyond the heavens, carrying boundless majesty, echoed in Han Yu's mind.

The voice was icy cold, as if it could freeze his very soul.

Han Yu was immersed in the illusion, but was suddenly awakened by the sound.

He felt dizzy, and the scene before him shattered like a broken mirror before disappearing completely.

"What's this?" Han Yu opened her eyes in confusion. Everything was blurry, and there was a buzzing in her ears, as if countless bees were flying around them.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the depths of his mind, as if a sharp blade was violently churning his brain.

Han Yu groaned, clutched her head with both hands, curled up into a ball, and rolled on the ground in pain.

A flood of fragmented memories rushed into his mind, each one incredibly real, as if he had personally experienced them.

These fragments of memory gradually pieced together a complete picture, which was the life he had just lived in the illusion.

"So that's how it is. I actually spent my entire life in an illusion?"

Han Yu took a deep breath, trying to calm the churning memories in her mind, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

He slowly stood up, feeling the power flowing through his body, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"He even cultivated to the Limit Douluo level. His talent is indeed much greater than mine now."

In the illusion, he displayed exceptional talent, advancing rapidly until he finally stood at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world, becoming the Limit Douluo revered by thousands.

In reality, however, he was just a young man who had recently broken through to the Soul Saint realm, and was still far from the Limit Douluo realm.

"Poor reviews? A god of destruction? What could be the reason?"

Han Yu's gaze fell on the assessment results that surfaced in her mind, and her brows furrowed tightly.

He clearly performed exceptionally well in the illusion, so why was his evaluation so low?

Just then, a towering figure slowly appeared before him.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe with a cold and stern face. His eyes were like two black stars, deep and mysterious, as if they could see through everything in the world.

An invisible pressure emanated from him.

"This test is an attempt to test your arrogance, but you in the illusion did not exhibit any behavior related to the test, so the evaluation is extremely low."

The voice of the God of Destruction was cold and merciless, like an ancient glacier, sending chills down one's spine.

"Arrogance?" Han Yu was slightly taken aback, recalling the scenes in the illusion.

Am I supposed to be arrogant in this illusion?

However, Han Yu discovered from her memories that she was at most a little proud, after all, with her exceptional talent, she naturally possessed an arrogance that was difficult for ordinary people to match.

But this has nothing to do with arrogance, so I'm not fitting the theme?

Points were deducted?

"Yes, just like you think."

The God of Destruction seemed to see through Han Yu's thoughts, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"The so-called Seven Deadly Sins are tests set up by this God-King. In each test, you must embody the essence of the test and then discard it in order to get a high score."

The voice of the God of Destruction echoed in Han Yu's ears like a resounding bell.

"For example, arrogance. You can disrespect God or anyone else, but in the end you must realize that the prerequisite for disrespecting anyone is that you yourself have the right to do so."

The voice of the God of Destruction was filled with undeniable majesty. (End of Chapter)