Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The Haotian Sect has been in seclusion for many years. Do they know what the situation is like outside?

Who is Ge Duo? She is a mysterious Title Douluo whom even the Heaven Dou Royal Family, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant School treat with utmost respect. The pills in her possession have stirred the nerves of all the top forces on the continent; to harm her is to offend everyone.

Moreover, the Spirit Hall has been looking for an opportunity to attack the Clear Sky Sect. Giving them leverage now—are they trying to wipe the Clear Sky Sect off the continent completely?

Tang Yuehua took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart.

She turned and walked back to the table, picking up the letter that had already been written.

In the letter, she clearly wrote down the news of the marriage alliance between the Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire, and every word was carefully considered.

She knew what this news meant for the long-closed Haotian Sect.

That means the world outside has changed.

If the Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire were to form a marriage alliance, the Star Luo Empire would inevitably be isolated.

The balance between the two great empires has been broken, and the entire continent's landscape will be reshaped.

If the Haotian Sect clings to outdated ideas and hopes to escape the Spirit Hall's wrath by closing itself off and going into seclusion, it is simply waiting to die.

"I hope you can understand it."

Tang Yuehua folded the letter and put it into an envelope along with the reduced list of supplies.

Her fingers lingered on the envelope for a moment before she pressed down hard on the sealing wax.

Hopefully, those elders will open their eyes and take a good look at this world.

Stop being so stubborn.

Stop clinging to past glories.

What the Haotian Sect needs is not to hide in the mountains and deceive themselves, but to come out and face reality.

Even if it's just a small step.

Tang Yuehua closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.

Another face appeared in my mind.

His face looked more weathered than it had been a few years ago; the wrinkles around his eyes were deeper, and there was more gray hair at his temples.

Her second brother.

Tang Hao.

He has never appeared since he left Yuexuan that year.

Not a single letter.

Not a single message.

It's like they vanished into thin air.

Tang Yuehua's fingers curled slightly as she gripped the fabric of her sleeve.

She knew where her second brother had gone.

He went to find his children, taking with him the elixirs she had given him and the resources she had accumulated over the years, to raise those two children.

But she didn't know how he was doing now.

His injuries had not fully recovered before he left Yuexuan.

Those hidden wounds accumulated over the years were detonated by Gedo's strange energy, and then torn apart by the backlash of the continuous ring explosions.

Tang Zhong said that such an injury would be impossible to heal without three to five years of careful recuperation.

But my second brother didn't give himself any time to recuperate.

He got the elixir and the resources, and then left without looking back.

He left in such a hurry that he didn't even give her a chance to look at him again.

"Second brother..."

Tang Yuehua murmured the name, her voice so soft it was as if she were talking to herself, or as if she were asking for a response from the air.

No one answered her.

Only the howling of the night wind outside the window and the distant sound of the night watchman's drum could be heard.

She opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the locked cabinet in the corner of the room.

Inside the cabinet were precious medicinal herbs that she had painstakingly collected over the years.

Each one is priceless; she acquired each one through frugality and tireless efforts.

Dragon Blood Ganoderma, Earth Spirit Essence, Ninth Grade Purple Ganoderma... and some other rare herbs whose names she couldn't recall, but which she knew had miraculous effects on injuries at the Title Douluo level.

She didn't know when her second brother would come back, or even if he would ever come back at all.

But she knew that if her second brother returned one day and his injuries had not healed, she would at least make sure he had access to medicine.

Tang Yuehua stood up, walked to the cabinet, reached out and gently stroked the cold lock.

"Second brother, you must stay safe."

Her voice was very soft, as soft as a whisper in the wind.

"You must..."

Night was falling.

One by one, the lights in Yuexuan went out, and the entire building gradually sank into darkness.

Only in Tang Yuehua's room was a lone lamp still lit.

The light shone through the paper windows, casting a dim, yellowish glow over the courtyard.

The halo was very faint, so faint that it seemed it could be blown away by the night wind at any moment.

But it remained lit.

It shines until the first hint of dawn appears on the eastern horizon, until the morning bell tolls, until a new day begins.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in another night, the roar of the waterfall was deafening.

Tang Hao stood by the pool, his gray robes mostly soaked by the water vapor, his messy hair plastered to his forehead, but he was completely unaware of it.

His gaze was fixed on the figure below the waterfall.

That figure is creating a miracle.

The waterfall cascades down a 200-meter-high mountain wall, its momentum magnificent and its sound thunderous.

But at this moment, this waterfall, which has been rushing for countless years, is displaying an extremely bizarre scene.

The water flow completely stops fifty meters below the bottom of the waterfall.

It wasn't that it dried up or changed course; rather, it was forcefully pushed back by a terrifying force.

The falling water scattered and surged more than fifty meters away, turning into a large curtain of water that poured down from a distance, as if held up by an invisible giant hand, unable to fall at all.

Water splashed everywhere, mist filled the air, and sunlight refracted through the mist to create a faint rainbow that stretched across the pool.

Within that curtain of water, a figure could be vaguely seen.

He stood directly beneath the waterfall, shirtless, his muscles bulging, water droplets sliding down the lines of his skin, which gleamed bronze in the sunlight.

His body spun continuously, and a small black hammer flew up and down in his hand.

With each swing of the hammer, the waterfall cascading from the sky is lifted up by a section.

Fifty meters, sixty meters, seventy meters, eighty meters, ninety meters...

The black figure was like a tireless machine, hammering away, each blow heavier and faster than the last.

Black light burst forth from the hammer, like a black dragon awakening, roaring as it charged upwards.

Within the curtain of water, the black dragon grew clearer and larger, its body lifting the waterfall, its roar drowning out the sound of the water, and its power causing the entire valley to tremble.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly.

One hundred meters.

The waterfall was pushed up to 100 meters.

And that figure continued.

His movements became faster and faster, so fast that all that could be seen was a blurry black shadow spinning around.

His hammer grew heavier and heavier, so heavy that the height the waterfall was being lifted was still increasing.

One hundred and ten meters.

One hundred and twenty meters.

One hundred and thirty meters.

Tang Hao slowly clenched his fist.

He recalled the days when he practiced his hammer-wielding skills under the waterfall.

At that time, he was twenty-five years old and considered himself a genius that the Haotian Sect had only seen once in a century. He believed that there was nothing in the world that he could not do.

But at that time, he could only barely lift the waterfall a hundred meters.

But what about Tang San?

How long has this teenager, this son whom he hasn't had a chance to properly teach, been practicing under the waterfall?

Tang Hao couldn't remember.

All he knew was that Tang San was stronger than him.

He's much better than he was back then.

Just then, the figure below the waterfall suddenly stopped.

All movement came to an abrupt halt in that instant.

All the power converged into a single point in that instant.

The small black hammer was raised high above the head, its surface radiating an intense, almost tangible black light, like a black sun about to explode.

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