Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

The statue, carved from a single block of golden stone, stands approximately 100 feet tall and depicts three heroes: Qian Renxue stands in the center, with a pair of enormous angel wings spread behind her, her face gentle yet resolute, her gaze fixed on the distance, as if protecting this land; Lin Mo stands to Qian Renxue's left, his Holy Angel Spirit Abyss Dragon Emperor Martial Soul unfolded, his blue-gold interwoven wings blotting out the sky, his eyes sharp, and nine soul rings surrounding him, radiating powerful energy fluctuations; Zhao Feng stands to Qian Renxue's right, his Holy Faith Battle Axe tightly gripped in his hand, its blade engraved with runes, golden light of faith soaring into the sky, his eyes unwavering, filled with the will to protect.

Below the statue is an inscription in large characters: "Heroes are immortal, their protection never ends. This is dedicated to the memory of the three heroes, Qian Renxue, Lin Mo, and Zhao Feng, as well as all the heroes who sacrificed themselves to protect the Douluo Continent."

In front of the statue was a plaza crowded with people—spirit masters, ordinary citizens, the elderly, and children—each with a smile on their face, yet their eyes held a hint of respect and remembrance. Today was the centennial memorial day, a day to commemorate the fierce battle of a century ago, and also a day to celebrate the peace and development of the past century.

An elderly man with white hair stood before the statue. He wore a long white robe and held an ancient scepter, the top of which was inlaid with a fist-sized golden gem, which contained a strong power of conviction. The old man had a kind face, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He exuded a powerful soul force, clearly a Limit Douluo.

"Gentlemen," the old man spoke, his voice aged yet powerful, echoing throughout the entire plaza, "A century has passed, the heroes have passed away, but their will remains forever in our hearts. For the past hundred years, under the guidance of the heroes' will, our Douluo Continent has united as one, worked hard to develop, and achieved unprecedented success."

"A hundred years ago, Lord Lin Mo left a seal, completely sealing the passage to the void space. For the past hundred years, not a single void creature has been able to set foot on our land. The major sects, the two great empires, the Heroic Academy, and the Zhenxu Army have worked together to cultivate countless outstanding Soul Masters. Our number of Soul Masters is ten times that of a hundred years ago; our number of Title Douluos is five times that of a hundred years ago; and our number of Limit Douluos has reached ten!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted in the square, and the people's faces beamed with pride.

"More importantly, we have figured out a way to completely close the void space passage!" The old man's voice became even more excited. "After a hundred years of research, we have finally found the root of the void space passage. As long as we combine the power of ten Limit Douluos with the power of faith in the Monument of Heroes, we can completely close the passage and eliminate the threat of the void space forever!"

The cheers grew even louder, and some people were so moved that they shed tears. A hundred years had passed, a full hundred years. They had finally waited for this day, finally able to completely escape the threat of the void, finally able to let their heroes truly rest in peace.

"Now, please, ten Limit Douluos, ascend the Monument to the Heroes and prepare to close the passage!" the old man shouted.

Ten Limit Douluos emerged from the crowd, men and women, young and old. They emanated powerful soul power fluctuations, and each of them was a top expert in the Douluo Continent, an elite cultivated over the past century.

Su Chen walked at the forefront. He was now at the peak of the Limit Douluo realm, and his Radiant Dragon Eagle Martial Soul had been cultivated to its limit. His golden wings spread out, radiating dazzling light. His eyes were firm and full of confidence. For a hundred years, he had inherited Zhao Feng's will, serving as the commander of the Zhenxu Army and the dean of the Heroes' Academy, cultivating countless outstanding Soul Masters and making tremendous contributions to the development of the Douluo Continent.

Ten Limit Douluos ascended the Monument to Heroes, standing beneath the statue. Hand in hand, they gathered their soul power and poured it into the monument. The monument instantly erupted with dazzling golden light, within which countless phantom images of heroes appeared: the unsung guardians of a thousand years ago, Lin Mo, Zhao Feng, and Qian Renxue who sacrificed themselves a hundred years ago, and all the soldiers who died protecting this land.

The illusory figures smiled, their eyes filled with satisfaction and blessings. They looked down at the ten Limit Douluos and the crowd in the square, as if saying, "You've done well; we're relieved." A golden pillar of light shot into the sky from the Monument to the Heroes, crashing into the spatial passage deep within the Void Desert. The spatial passage trembled violently, cracks widening as countless streams of void energy surged forth, attempting to resist the impact of the golden pillar. However, the golden pillar contained the power of countless heroes' convictions, possessing a strong restraining effect on void energy. Under the impact of the golden pillar, the void energy continuously dissolved and dissipated.

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, the spatial passage shattered completely, countless fragments dissipating into specks of light in the air. The void energy, having lost its support, rapidly dissipated, never to coalesce again. The space of the Void Desert stabilized, and the spatial cracks that had appeared completely healed.

The golden pillar of light slowly dissipated, and the phantoms on the monument to the martyrs gradually disappeared. But before they vanished, they all showed relieved and contented smiles, as if to say, "The mission is complete, we can rest in peace now."

A deafening roar of cheers erupted in the square. The people embraced each other, tears streaming down their faces, while the Soul Masters raised their weapons and roared to the heavens. A century of effort, the sacrifice of countless heroes, had finally brought about a complete victory.

Standing atop the monument to the martyrs, Su Chen gazed at the cheering crowd below, tears welling in his eyes. He recalled the fierce battle of a century ago, the fallen comrades, and the dying words of Zhao Feng and Lin Mo. Now, he had finally fulfilled their last wish, finally completely eliminating the threat of the void.

"Commander Zhao Feng, Lady Lin Mo, Lady Qian Renxue," Su Chen said in a low voice, his voice choked with emotion, "Did you see that? We won, we won completely. Your sacrifices were not in vain. We will continue to protect this land, and we will forever carry on the spirit of our heroes."

Sunlight streamed down, shining on the monument to the martyrs, on the statues of the three heroes, and on the cheering crowd; everything seemed so warm and beautiful.

On a distant mountaintop, two ethereal figures stood silently, looking down at everything below with smiles of satisfaction on their faces.

"Lin Mo, look, they did a great job." Zhao Feng's voice was soft and ethereal, yet it carried a hint of relief.

“Yes.” Lin Mo nodded, his figure also ethereal. “Our sacrifice was not in vain. With them protecting this land, we can rest assured.”

"Lady Qianrenxue, what do you think?" Zhao Feng turned to look at the pure white figure beside him. (End of Chapter)