Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

Feng Yao stood silently in the shadows, his eyes slightly closed, his aura merging seamlessly with the heavens and earth. The illusory image of the Primordial Eight Trigrams Plate slowly swirled in his palm, emanating an ancient and profound Daoist charm. Now, this profound weapon spirit possessed seven spirit rings. Apart from the Martial Spirit True Body, which served as the seventh spirit ring, the six trigrams—Heaven, Earth, Thunder, Wind, Water, and Fire—had been activated!

The six fundamental forces of heaven and earth intertwined and evolved on the plate. Though not yet complete, they already possessed the initial aura of governing the rules. In Feng Yao's view, even the barrier set up by the Asura God was essentially constructed based on the energy and laws of this world. As something of heaven and earth, it could not escape the deductions of the Eight Trigrams.

Instead of using brute force, he used the Innate Bagua Compass to drain all the energy of heaven and earth surrounding the barrier, subtly eroding its foundation. The Bagua Compass analyzed the flow of energy, searching for gaps in its natural rhythm, and precisely interfered at key points. The entire process was as gentle as a spring breeze and rain, silent and without causing any violent backlash from the barrier itself.

However, just as a tiny crack appeared in the barrier—

"Buzz!" At the core of the barrier, Tang San, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes shone with a bright blood-red light, and the stagnant Asura God Power around him suddenly erupted, his aura instantly soaring to its peak! The timing of his awakening was so coincidental that it was astonishing.

Feng Yao's gaze was as calm as a still well as he quietly observed Tang San's sudden surge in aura. He already understood everything perfectly: "The timing of this awakening... is as precise as a puppet show."

How could he not know that this perfectly timed awakening was undoubtedly orchestrated by the God of Asura behind the scenes, intended to force Tang San into battle, or rather... to buy time?

"Feng Yao! It's you!" Tang San was both shocked and furious. He hadn't expected Feng Yao to be able to find this place and break through the barrier set up by the Asura God so mysteriously.

"Enough with the nonsense, I'm going to take your life!" Feng Yao gave him no chance to breathe, summoning Fuxi, and an invisible sonic blade shot towards Tang San.

Tang San sensed Feng Yao's terrifying aura, far surpassing anything he had experienced before, especially the overwhelming pressure of a level 99 Limit Douluo, which sent a jolt through his heart. In a moment of quick thinking, he tried to recreate his earlier actions: "Feng Yao! Do you dare to wager with me? If I win..."

"Naive!" Feng Yao interrupted sharply, his attack unabated, and sneered, "You think this is a child's game? Today, only life and death matter!"

Feng Yao smiled slightly, and his offensive not only did not falter in the slightest, but became even more fierce. He was not like the Qian Renxue in the original story who had the intention of winning her over, and would not accept the God King's wager of stalling for time.

To him, Tang San at this moment was nothing more than a pawn in the game between Shura and Feng Yao—he had to put pressure on Tang San while also getting Shura to continue betting on him.

boom!
The warhammer and the sonic blade clashed violently, causing Tang San to be thrown back, his blood churning. He used the force of the impact to unleash the Ghost Shadow Illusion, his figure transforming into countless afterimages that flashed rapidly through the forest. At the same time, countless poisoned hidden weapons rained down on Feng Yao from all directions, attempting to hinder his pursuit.

"A mere trifle!" Feng Yao didn't even stop walking. With a slight wave of his hand, Fuxi appeared beside him, his domain unfolding. He didn't even need to reach out and pluck the strings; the music played spontaneously at his command!

"Clang—!" "Buzz—!"

The clear and deep sound of the zither intertwined to form an invisible sound wave domain. As soon as the hidden weapons that shot towards them entered the domain, they were either shaken off their trajectory by the high-frequency sound waves or directly shattered in the air by the low-frequency resonance. Not a single one could get close to Feng Yao's body!
Feng Yao stood on the void, his green robes motionless in the howling wind, casually trailing behind the fleeing Tang San. His fingertips lightly plucked and strummed the strings of the Fuxi Qin, each pluck creating waves of sound that intertwined in the air to form the chilling aura of the Thirteen Golden Halberds, relentlessly pressing down on every inch of Tang San's living space.

Suddenly, he brought his five fingers together and traced a mysterious path on the strings. The clear and melodious sound of the zither abruptly turned into a deep, resonant tidal wave: "The Divine Song of the Vast Sea - Unpredictable Storms".

As the music ended, the air suddenly rippled, and countless water vapors, barely visible to the naked eye, instantly condensed into pale blue discs, enveloping Tang San like a spider web.

Tang San's pupils shrank drastically as he frantically channeled his soul power to struggle, only to find that the space around him seemed to be frozen in amber, and even his fingertips could not tremble in the slightest—this was the first move of the Golden Thirteen Halberds, Unpredictable Storm, which was now perfectly reproduced by Feng Yao with the sound of his zither!

"The Song of the Vast Ocean: Gone and Never to Return!"

Feng Yao's fingertips suddenly swept across the strings, causing all seven strings to vibrate simultaneously, creating a sound like tearing silk. The immense power of the vast ocean around him surged into the Fuxi Qin, condensing in the void into a semi-transparent, azure trident phantom—the most penetrating of the Thirteen Golden Tridents, "Never to Return"!
The instant the sonic blade transformed into a halberd, spacetime seemed to be forcibly torn open, creating a vacuum. The illusory trident, formed from the power of sound and the vast ocean, cleaved through space, carrying a resolute killing intent as it pierced straight towards Tang San's heart. Wherever it passed, even the protective barrier formed from soul power crumbled layer by layer, like spring snow melting away.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Despite Tang San's desperate attempts to defend himself, his Clear Sky Hammer swung wildly, the relentless barrage of attacks, imbued with profound and complex power, continued to inflict new wounds. His clothes ripped, and deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared constantly, his body's healing speed far outpacing the rate of injury. He felt like a small boat in a raging storm, on the verge of being torn apart at any moment; the shadow of death had never been so clear!
"No, I can't die here..."

Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot, and a howl like that of a trapped beast erupted from his throat. His soul power surged through his meridians at an unprecedented speed, and the Clear Sky Hammer burst forth with blinding blood-red light.

But that invisible sonic blade formed from the sound of the zither seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. No matter how much he burned his soul power to bombard it, the sharpness of the sonic blade not only did not weaken, but became more solid under the blessing of the power of the vast sea, and the chill of death had already pierced his brow and caused blood to seep out.

Just as the sonic blade was about to sever Tang San's head—"Enough!"

A chilling shout, seemingly emanating from the depths of the netherworld, suddenly rang out! A blood-red sword light, condensed to its extreme, appeared out of thin air, forcefully shattering Feng Yao's sonic blade. Furthermore, a vast divine power enveloped the heavily injured and dying Tang San, instantly tearing through space and disappearing without a trace!

Feng Yao stopped and looked at the spot where Tang San had disappeared. Far from being annoyed, a subtle smile of triumph appeared on his face. He didn't try to track the spatial fluctuations, because with what Bibi Dong had given him, he would find Tang San again sooner or later.

"Run, let's see how many times you can escape. Shura... have you finally lost your patience?" Feng Yao muttered to himself. He deliberately controlled the pace of the battle, pushing Tang San to the brink of death without immediately killing him, all to force the God of Shura to intervene personally. As long as Tang San remained in a weakened state, how could he possibly pass his test?
God Realm, Shura Temple.

The Asura God, seated atop his crimson throne, was shrouded in surging murderous aura. Only his eyes, filled with endless killing intent, were now so dark they seemed to drip with water. He hadn't expected that the mortal named Feng Yao in the lower realm would advance so rapidly in strength, his methods so unpredictable and treacherous. His understanding and application of the rules of heaven and earth, in particular, had reached a point where he could shake the barrier he casually set up. Feng Yao's final, nonchalant demeanor, as if everything was under his control, stirred for the first time a trace of doubt, and… an indescribable unease, within him.

The Sea God, as one of the eighteen main gods of the God Realm, had always maintained a relatively good relationship with him. Once he successfully completed his divine inheritance, his ascension to the God Realm was inevitable. He truly couldn't understand why Feng Yao would abandon the readily available Sea God's divine trial and instead focus so intently on hunting down Tang San.

"It seems we need to look into Tang San's past."

Divine thoughts, like blood-red spider silk, silently pierced the barriers of space and time, entwining the intertwined destinies of Feng Yao and Tang San. A moment later, the Asura God withdrew his gaze, a flicker of understanding crossing his crimson eyes. The seeds of cause and effect had already been sown; from the very beginning of their entanglement of grudges, it was destined to be an irreconcilable conflict.

"If the goal is merely to eliminate future troubles, inheriting the Sea God's position as soon as possible is the best course of action. Why, then…" The Asura God tapped his throne lightly with his fingertips, his whisper tinged with confusion. Suddenly, his divine essence trembled slightly—from Tang San's fragmented memories, he clearly saw that Feng Yao and Tang San held drastically different stances. A thought flashed through his mind like lightning: "Could it be… that mortal has glimpsed my plan?"

He then dismissed this absurd idea. How could the secrets of the divine realm be known to beings of the lower realms?
Bloodlust flickered in the eyes of the Asura God, causing the space around his throne to tremble slightly. "So be it. Whatever this brat's plans, he will never shake the foundation of the God Realm."

However, Shura also knew very well that relying on Tang San alone would put too much pressure on him. It seemed that they had to speed up the process and find enough "helpers" for Tang San to share the burden in order to ensure the smooth completion of the inheritance and maintain the balance of the God Realm.

With a thought, a crimson divine decree traversed the void and descended upon a temple in the divine realm, a place brimming with fighting spirit and righteous aura.

"Mars!"

A burly, first-level deity, radiating surging battle intent and golden divine light, bowed and replied, "Present!"

"Prince Dai Mubai of the lower realm's Star Luo Empire possesses the White Tiger Martial Soul, is resolute in character, and has the potential to become a war god. I hereby command you to immediately bestow upon him the divine throne!" The Asura God's voice brooked no argument.

The God of War was slightly taken aback and a little puzzled, but sensing the unquestionable tone of the Asura's voice, and knowing he had had enough of the God Realm, he immediately accepted the order: "As the God King commands!"

With the God of War receiving the order, a golden divine light quietly began to shine upon the Douluo Continent, towards the Star Luo Empire… The new divine succession, due to the pressure brought by Feng Yao, was forcibly initiated ahead of schedule by the God of Asura. The chessboard of the continent, stirred up by this “variable” Feng Yao, became even more complex and unpredictable.

Two days had passed in the lower realm after this brief exchange of divine thoughts in the divine realm. At almost the same moment, Feng Yao, Bibi Dong, and Qian Daoliu, who were located in the Star Dou Great Forest and the Spirit Hall respectively, all felt a stirring in their minds and keenly sensed that divine fluctuation originating from beyond the heavens, majestic and righteous yet carrying a chilling fighting spirit, falling like a meteor toward the distant Star Luo Empire!
Deep within the Papal Palace in Wuhun City.

Seated on the throne, Bibi Dong suddenly opened her purple eyes, a hint of surprise and understanding flashing within them. The Rakshasa divine power swirling around her fingertips fluctuated slightly, clearly capturing the divine aura that was completely opposite to her own dark divine power attributes, filled with masculine fighting spirit.

"Such pure fighting spirit...a new divine succession?" she murmured to herself, her purple eyes gleaming.

The Hall of Worship, beneath the statue of the angel.

Qian Daoliu's pure angelic divine power fluctuated slightly as he gazed in the direction of Xingluo, his golden eyes revealing deep worry.

“New deities…” he sighed softly, “The balance of the continent has been completely shattered. Xiaoxue, your trial will be expedited.” He could sense that the appearance of these unknown deities was not a good thing for the Spirit Hall.

Qian Daoliu was deeply worried, concerned about his granddaughter's future and the political landscape of the mainland.

Feng Yao, who was continuing his search for Tang San, paused slightly, looked up at the southwest sky, and his gaze seemed to pierce through layers of buildings to see the golden divine light that pierced the sky. He frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed, revealing a "just as I thought" expression on his face.

"It seems that Shura can't sit still any longer and is starting to rush to find 'allies' for his successor. Dai Mubai... a prince of the Star Luo Empire? Hmph, he's certainly playing his cards right." Feng Yao chuckled to himself.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. The emergence of a new deity meant that the balance of power among the continent's elite would shift once again, but it also meant that the intervention of the divine realm would be more pronounced, and the waters would be stirred even more turbulently. For them, this was both a challenge and, perhaps, an opportunity.

Feng Yao's eyes gleamed with calculation: "Perfect... Xue'er's position is already taken. Let's continue and see if Shura will raise the stakes again."

Feng Yao took out the Rakshasa Gem that shimmered with purple light. The Netherworld Flame in the center of the gem suddenly became active, turning into a thin purple line pointing to the northwest—the very direction where Tang San had disappeared earlier.

"The hunt continues..." Feng Yao put away the gem and smiled as he muttered to himself.

Three days later, at dusk, Feng Yao followed the guidance to the far north. Amidst the swirling snow, the purple line suddenly trembled violently, pointing directly to the snow-covered valley below. Feng Yao stood in mid-air, the innate Bagua compass appearing in his palm, the Kun trigram shining brightly.

“Found you.”

As he whispered, the snow below suddenly collapsed, revealing a blood-red barrier hidden within.

Using the same method, the moment the barrier shattered, a beam of blood-red light shot into the sky. Tang San stood in the void, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, his body, which had been severely injured a few days earlier, completely healed.

"It seems the gods have bestowed upon you considerable benefits, as you've recovered so quickly." Feng Yao's gaze swept over the still-present divine power fluctuations emanating from Tang San, and he chuckled, "Too bad, you can't escape."

"You obstruct my opportunity, you deserve to die..." Tang San's eyes blazed with bloodlust, and he unleashed a hundred-foot-long blood shadow with his Clear Sky Hammer. Feng Yao neither dodged nor evaded, and the sound of his zither transformed into an invisible barrier, blocking all the bloodlust.

Feng Yao surveyed the majestic snow-capped peaks around him, the strings of his zither trembling slightly at his fingertips: "You've learned your lesson, choosing a good location."

As soon as he finished speaking, the music of Fuxi's zither suddenly became more urgent. The snowflakes flying all over the sky boiled and rolled in the sound waves, and the entire snowfield began to rumble. The snow on the distant mountain peaks poured down like a silver waterfall—this avalanche would be a fatal disaster for ordinary people, but it was perfect cover for Tang San.

Feng Yao's gaze darkened slightly. He certainly wanted to unleash the Innate Eight Trigrams Disc to fight, but in this extreme environment of the far north, reversing such extreme forces would consume an immense amount of his soul power. The strings vibrated again, and seven sonic blades pierced through the snow curtain, aiming directly for Tang San's vitals under the cover of collapsing ice and snow.

...(End of chapter)