Douluo: After Bibi Dong's abuse, Gu Yuena takes care of her

The light at the pinnacle of the divine realm gradually faded, but the radiance that shone through the eternal rift never dissipated.

Instead, it is like a thin veil, gently covering this war-torn world.

But light cannot illuminate all wounds.

Qian Renshang and Gu Yuena stood side by side at the highest point of the God Realm, looking down at the sea of ​​clouds below.

Beneath the sea of ​​clouds lies the devastated land of the divine realm.

To the east, the thunder in the Eastern Thunder Abyss has died down, and the once roaring sea of ​​thunder is now as silent as a graveyard.

In the ruins of the dragon's lair on the edge of Thunder Abyss, broken dragon bones silently tell the tragic story of ten thousand years ago.

When Thor fell, a final thunderstorm erupted, evaporating the sea of ​​clouds for thousands of miles around, leaving only a scorched void.

Fragments of shattered divine armor and broken divine weapons floated in the void.

To the west, the colorful mist of the Western Regions Illusionary Sea has dissipated, revealing the truth hidden for ten thousand years—a land of corpses concealed by illusion.

The bones of countless ancient mythical beasts piled up like mountains; they did not die in battle.

Instead, they were trapped by the illusion god's illusion magic and slowly worn down to death here, serving as the energy source to maintain the operation of the Illusion Sea.

Deep within the pile of bones, there were even the remains of several young dragons, curled up in a ball, maintaining their final posture before death.

To the south, the magma of the Lava God Realm has cooled, and the fiery red earth has turned into gray-black rocks, with remnants of lava occasionally struggling to burn in the cracks.

The massive crater created when the Vulcan Palace collapsed is like a scar that will never heal, etched into the earth.

To the north, the ice layer of the Arctic Abyss is melting, and the millennia-old ice is turning into floodwaters, washing over the ancient battlefield that has been frozen for thousands of years.

After the floodwaters receded, countless frozen corpses were revealed—

There are dragons, ancient mythical beasts, and low-ranking deities who followed the Dragon God in rebellion against the Divine Realm Committee.

They remained in fighting stances, their faces lifelike, as if they were simply asleep.

Meanwhile, the Temple of Order, located in the core area of ​​the divine realm, has completely collapsed.

The thrones of the five great god-kings shattered into dust, and fragments of chaotic divine metal were scattered all over the ground. Those seats that symbolized the highest authority in the god realm were now no different from ordinary rubble.

The buildings surrounding the temple were not spared either—the armory of the God of Destruction exploded, and countless forbidden weapons went out of control, leveling the surrounding area for miles around.

The Asura God's Temple of Slaughter destroyed itself when its master perished, transforming into a bottomless, blood-red abyss.

The edge of the abyss still retains the aftershocks of the law of slaughter; anyone who gets too close will have their soul slashed.

Even the Forgotten Star City was not spared.

The shockwave from the collapse of the God-Slaying Array shattered this lawless land pieced together from fragments of stars. Those shady trading places, intelligence outposts, and hideouts for fugitives were all exposed to the light of the divine realm.

The signboard of Baixiao Shenju is still there, but half of the tavern has collapsed, and three information crystals remain on the bar—the last relics left by the Time-Space Shadow Beast.

Gu Yuena watched all of this in silence.

Her gaze swept over every ruin, every skeleton, and every crack.

Although the true form of the Dragon God had been concealed, platinum light still swirled in his golden and silver eyes.

"Restore the dragon ruins," she said softly, her voice low but carrying an undeniable resolve.

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her right hand.

In the palm of his hand, a dragon scale emblem, radiating the light of life, slowly emerged—

That was the life force that the God of Kindness gave her before his death, a product of its fusion with the origin of the Dragon God.

On the surface of the emblem, eight colors of light flow, and the emerald green life force falls like spring rain.

In the name of the Dragon God—

She closed her eyes, formed hand seals, and the secret technique of "Ten Thousand Dragons Paying Homage to the Ancestor" circulated within her body.

The dragon scale emblem began to glow, growing brighter and brighter until it finally transformed into a verdant sun, suspended atop the divine realm.

The sun exploded.

Countless emerald green lights fell like a torrential rain, landing precisely on every dragon ruin.

The Dragon Burial Grounds were the first to respond.

The dragon bones, which had been eroded by the Dragon-Slaying Curse for ten thousand years and had turned ashen, began to shine again under the nourishment of the light of life.

The broken bones automatically rejoined, the shattered scales reassembled, and even the blood-red runes on the surface of the dragon god skeletons that had been pierced by the Asura Spear for ten thousand years were peeling off and dissipating inch by inch.

"Roar--"

A deep dragon's roar echoed from the depths of the cemetery.

It wasn't the dragon soul awakening, but rather the skeleton itself resonating.

Nourished by the light of life, those dragon bones were no longer inanimate objects, but transformed into natural nodes of dragon power.

They acted like lighthouses, re-anchoring the dragon race's aura to the laws of the divine realm. (End of Chapter)