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

Before the radiance of Feng Yao's ascension to godhood had faded, seven figures of different colors quietly arrived beneath the altar. Sea Dragon, Sea Witch, Sea Illusion, Sea Ghost, Sea Star, Sea Horse, and Sea Spear—the seven guardians of the sacred pillars—knelt on one knee, their heads bowed low.

Seven figures bowed deeply before the altar, the Sea Dragon Douluo's voice trembling with brokenness: "Welcome, Lord Sea God." Behind them, where Poseidon had once stood, only the setting sun painted the empty steps a crimson hue.

Feng Yao's divine sense, like a warm current, swept over the trembling backs of the seven people. The trident lightly touched the ground, and the azure divine light gently lifted the kneeling crowd. He gazed at each face, which was filled with grief and expectation, and finally looked towards the silent sea god's temple in the twilight.

"The tides here," his voice like the gentle waves under the moonlight, "will never take away the heartbeat of any watcher."

The divine radiance erupting from the halberd tip condensed into flowing runes of law in the air. As the final rune lit up, the seven sacred pillars resonated with a thunderous roar, a pillar of light piercing the sea and sky. The oath of the Wind God echoed in the twilight: "In the name of the Sea God, we pledge—better to remain forever in our divine position than to allow such sacrifice to be repeated!"

He ascended into the sky, riding the waves, his divine armor's golden patterns resonating in sync with the vast blue sea. His proclamation materialized into a tangible blue halo that spread across the ocean: "From this day forward, wherever the tides surge, all are under my protection."

As the sound reached them, the ancient giant clams in the coral reefs opened in response, their pearly light reflecting the divine message; the hagfish in the abyss looked up, sensing the first ray of light in their lives; schools of ocean fish turned simultaneously, their scales tracing silver tracks of worship. The guardians of the Seven Pillars bowed their heads and placed their hands on their chests, their fervent gazes following the robes of the gods, as if watching the first rays of dawn break.

Two beams of divine light streaked across the sky as Feng Yao and Qian Renxue returned to the continent side by side. After achieving the position of Sea God, Feng Yao's perception of the rules of heaven and earth became more acute than ever before. As soon as he stepped into the sky above the continent, he clearly felt an invisible yet omnipresent sense of repulsion, as if he were sinking into a sticky swamp, making him extremely uncomfortable.

“This world… is rejecting us.” Feng Yao frowned slightly, feeling the subtle yet undeniable stagnation as his divine power circulated. The barriers of space became clearly visible to him, like a tough membrane preventing his existence, which transcended boundaries, from fully integrating.

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's beautiful face revealed a hint of understanding and solemnity. She nodded slightly: "I feel the same way. Since inheriting the position of the angel, I have been able to feel the 'unwelcome' of this world towards us at all times. It is as if we are an overloaded ship, and the 'water' of this world can no longer bear it."

The pure angelic power surrounding her fluctuated slightly, creating subtle friction with the invisible repulsive force, stirring up spatial ripples that were imperceptible to ordinary people.

The two new gods exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's feelings. This was not an illusion, but an instinctive repulsion of this plane against individual power exceeding its capacity. They were like oversized objects being forcibly crammed into a relatively small container, naturally provoking resistance from the container itself.

This confirms Feng Yao's previous speculation and explains why the Asura God wanted to maintain the so-called "balance." The world's carrying capacity does indeed have an upper limit, and the existence of god-level powerhouses is constantly consuming the world's original power and putting pressure on its stability.

A deep blue light flashed in Feng Yao's eyes as he allowed the power of the Sea God to flow through his meridians, skillfully neutralizing the repulsion of the surrounding space. "I think," he said, a carefree smile curving his lips, "that being a wandering mortal is far more interesting than being a puppet in the clouds."

A deep blue fish leaped from Feng Yao's fingertips, instantly solidifying into stardust-like ice crystals the moment it touched Qian Renxue's palm. With a casual tap of the trident, the clouds stretched and unfurled like silk.

"As for those in the realm of gods..." He lightly flicked his trident, stirring the sea of ​​clouds, and chuckled as he watched the shattered and reforming vortex of clouds, "I'm very curious."

Feng Yao chuckled softly as he spoke. Having become the Sea God and ruled the vast ocean, his vision had long since transcended the confines of a single continent. The world's rejection only strengthened his resolve to change the status quo.

Qian Renxue stared at the gradually melting ice star in her palm, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but she still nodded slightly. No matter what Feng Yao wanted to do, she would support him.

The two deities said no more, withdrew their divine power, and transformed into two more restrained streams of light, heading towards the direction of Martial Soul City.

When Feng Yao and Qian Renxue returned to Wuhun City, they were not greeted with the joy of victory, but rather with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere of war. Inside the council hall, the atmosphere was even more somber.

Bibi Dong sat high on the throne, her purple eyes flashing with cold light, listening to the battle reports from the front lines.

"Your Majesty, the Star Luo Empire's border defenses are exceptionally strong, hindering our army's advance. The Star Crown Sect, in alliance with the Clear Sky Sect, has constructed a formidable defensive line using the collective support of the Star Crown Martial Soul and the Clear Sky Formation. Our Soul Master Legion has launched several strong attacks, but all have failed to break through, suffering considerable casualties." A cardinal bowed and reported, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Bibi Dong snorted coldly: "The Star Crown Sect... the Xu family certainly knows how to pick their timing. Those stray dogs from the Haotian Sect dare to show their faces." She glanced at the elders of the Hall of Worship below, "Elders, the battle at the front is critical. You need to go there in person and crush their defenses with lightning speed."

The elders, led by Golden Crocodile Douluo, bowed and accepted the order. They were all peak experts above level 96, possessing formidable strength. Soon, several powerful auras rose from Spirit City, heading straight for the front lines.

However, the news that came back a few days later was not as optimistic as expected.

The enshrined figures indeed displayed terrifying individual strength. Golden Crocodile Douluo, with his peak cultivation of level ninety-eight, forcibly tore apart the enemy's lines several times, severely injuring several Clear Sky Sect elders. However, the Star Crown Sect's support abilities were simply too troublesome, especially the sect leader Xu Xingwei. His Star Crown Domain could not only greatly enhance the attack, defense, and recovery of friendly soul masters, but also interfere with and weaken the effects of enemy powerhouses' soul skills to a certain extent.

With the support of the Star Crown Domain, the Clear Sky Sect elders used the Clear Sky Formation to withstand the fierce attacks of the retainers. The battle reached a stalemate, and every step forward for the Martial Soul Empire army came at a great cost.

On the throne, Bibi Dong listened to the latest battle report, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest, her eyes cold and sharp.

“Star Crown provides support, Haotian launches a strong attack, and they hold their ground…” she murmured to herself, a knowing glint in her purple eyes. “They are stalling for time.”

She looked up, her gaze seemingly piercing through the palace and reaching deep into the Star Luo Empire.

“Dai Mubai…it seems that your God of War test has reached its most critical moment. Their desperate defense at all costs is to buy you time to complete the test and fully inherit the God of War’s position.”

Having figured this out, Bibi Dong calmed down. The other party's goal was clear, so the key to breaking the deadlock lay in time.

"Send orders to the front lines," she commanded in a deep voice, "Change tactics. Focus on containment and harassment; there's no need for a hasty offensive. At the same time, intensify intelligence gathering efforts. I need to be constantly aware of any unusual movements within the Star Luo Empire, especially where Dai Mubai is located!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Bibi Dong's eyes were deep. She knew very well that once Dai Mubai successfully became a God of War, the Star Luo Empire would possess a god-level combat power that could truly rival her and Qian Renxue, and the balance of the war would shift once again. "Feng Yao, Xiao Xue, you've returned just in time," she murmured to herself. "It seems that the final victory or defeat will still depend on the duel at the god-level."

She needed to quickly discuss with Feng Yao and Qian Renxue how to deal with the upcoming emergence of the War God Dai Mubai, and how to break the current stalemate on the front lines. The initiative in the war must not be easily relinquished.

As Feng Yao and Qian Renxue entered the main hall, they heard Bibi Dong's final command. Feng Yao naturally sensed the murderous aura of war permeating the space. He and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance, already understanding the situation.

Feng Yao bowed slightly towards the throne: "Aunt Dong."

Bibi Dong's gaze, like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface, briefly touched Qian Renxue's aura of holy light before finally settling on Feng Yao's deep blue eyes. Her fingertips unconsciously traced the patterns on the Rakshasa Scepter, her voice as calm as a frozen lake: "No need for formalities. You should all have received the battle reports from the front lines."

"We never expected that Xingguan and Haotian, working together, could actually activate the earth's veins and resonate with the heavens. We underestimated them. We didn't expect them to withstand the attacks of the worshippers. They are a perfect match." Feng Yao murmured softly, carefully sensing with his divine sense.

Qian Renxue's six wings fluttered lightly, and holy light, like ripples on water, swept across Bibi Dong's tense profile. Her voice, clear and melodious like shattered jade, said, "The Starry Sky Domain and the Gengxin City's ley lines are now connected, forming a symbiotic relationship. A direct attack would only waste manpower. Please, grandfathers, return to defend."

“They are waiting,” Bibi Dong said, the purple flames of the Rakshasa flickering between her fingers, “waiting for the arrival of a new god.”

"Leave the task of breaking the formation to us. In military campaigns, nothing is more powerful than the forces of water and fire," Feng Yao said with a light laugh.

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, and the two figures disappeared immediately.

Two divine streaks swept across the battlefield strewn with corpses, Feng Yao's azure divine light and Qian Renxue's gilded holy flames intertwining in the clouds to form a magnificent rosy veil. As they hovered above the border of the Star Luo Empire, the entire battle line suddenly fell into an eerie silence—the weapons of both sides simultaneously drooped in divine might.

Feng Yao didn't even look at the Star Crown Sect disciples cowering below within the array's light barrier; the phantom of the Innate Eight Trigrams Plate slowly rotated behind him. The moment the Kan trigram lit up, the Star Domain, which had been maintained for half a month, collapsed like a sand tower with its base removed, amidst countless horrified gazes.

"Impossible!" The Star Crown Martial Soul in Xu Xingwei's hand shattered instantly, the backlash of stellar power causing him to stagger and kneel. "This was formed from the power of the earth's veins."

Feng Yao didn't even take out the Trident of Poseidon; he simply unfolded the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos in his palm, the Kan trigram's divine patterns disappearing into the earth, and pressed his palm against the moat: "Kan represents water—rise."

Feng Yao then raised his hand and summoned the trident, casually waving it at the majestic city walls of the Star Luo Empire.

The inverted river instantly swallowed the sky, each drop of water carrying the immense power of the Kun hexagram. The Star Luo City Walls silently crumbled in the azure tide of laws, the soul skills unleashed by the defenders like pebbles thrown into the deep sea. When the blade of the Sea God's Trident reflected the silhouette of the collapsing city walls, only the murmuring sound of water flowing over the ruins remained on the entire battlefield.

Just as the inverted moat had completely swallowed the city walls, a will carrying the bloody laws forcefully pierced into the consciousness of the two gods.

"Sea God, you have overstepped your bounds. Interfering in the rise and fall of mortals with your divine body, you shall immediately ascend to the divine realm for judgment!"

The trident hovering in the air paused slightly, causing the surging river to freeze in mid-air. He looked up at the blood-red clouds, a mocking ripple appearing in his azure eyes.

"So the eyes of the Asura God-King," he gently turned the halberd, and the giant wave in mid-air suddenly transformed into a shower of spring rain, "only focused on the chess game of the human world?"

Qian Renxue suddenly unfurled her six wings, and holy light purified the murderous intent that was invading her sea of ​​consciousness: "According to the rules of the divine realm, a new god has a two-year period to rectify human affairs."

The wrath of the Asura God caused the broken blades and remnants of the battlefield to tremble. "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yao suddenly pointed his trident westward. Through the vast clouds, the golden divine light surging from the land of the God of War's inheritance could be faintly seen—a sign that Dai Mubai was about to complete his mission.

"Enough with the nonsense, save your energy," the moisture condensed into ice crystal dice at his fingertips, "waiting to lecture the newly crowned God of War?" Feng Yao's divine sense stirred slightly, and the remaining killing intent in his sea of ​​consciousness dissipated like morning dew. He stood in mid-air, the azure patterns on the Sea God's armor flickering with his thoughts.

Why is the God of Asura urging him to ascend? Even if he ascends to the God Realm, as a first-level deity, Asura would never dispose of him arbitrarily. The God Realm Committee…

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Feng Yao's eyes. Yes, the Sea God's ascension to the God Realm was orchestrated by Shura through the God Realm Committee. If he were to ascend "according to the rules" now, the God Realm Committee could easily, under Shura's influence, reject Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong's ascension applications under the pretext of "maintaining balance"!

Seats in the divine realm are limited, and currently only three people on the continent have clearly achieved godhood. If he can be legally transferred away from the mortal realm, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong will become "illegal" gods "residing in the mortal world." At that time, Shura will face far fewer obstacles when dealing with them or supporting Dai Mubai and other chosen ones!

What a sinister intention! Seemingly urging them to ascend, they are actually trying to separate the three of them and divide and conquer them! They might even leave Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others in the mortal realm forever.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Feng Yao's lips. The Asura God had a good plan, but would he let him have his way?

A thought flashed through Feng Yao's mind like lightning, bringing a shiver of excitement, but in an instant, it ignited an unprecedented light in his eyes.

Sever the connection between Douluo Continent and the God Realm!

I'd rather make a chicken head than a phoenix tail!
Rather than ascending to the realm of gods, submitting to the rules of established god-kings like Asura, being hampered by them, and even watching helplessly as companions are ostracized and schemed against, it would be better to... establish one's own independent entity!
Separate Douluo Continent from the vassal system of the God Realm! Let this land become an independent new world, unbound by the rules of the God Realm!
This idea is utterly insane, unprecedented in history! The divine realm governs countless planes below, which is one of the established orders of the universe. Severing this connection means defying the will of the entire divine realm and challenging the inherent laws! (End of Chapter)