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

This almost paradoxical thought caused Feng Yao's usually calm heart to tremble. It wasn't fear, but a throbbing sensation originating from the very source of life, as if his bloodline, dormant for millennia, had finally found a direction to boil.

He clearly foresaw the path ahead—when the brilliance of the divine realm was forcibly blocked, it would inevitably face divine punishment in the wrath of the gods. It might be a judgment like the fall of stars, or an eternal night after the collapse of the laws. Or perhaps, the birth of a new world.

"Shura." Feng Yao's fingertips brushed across the trident's blade, the sound of the ocean waves resonating at its tip. He gazed at the ravaged land and suddenly chuckled. Since this eternal night is destined to be shattered, let's first light the beacon fire before us.

The streak of light fell upon the ruined city walls, hovering atop the towering waves. The instant the trident of Poseidon struck the ground, all the water elements on the battlefield bowed down.

"Those who lay down their weapons live!" The divine oracle, carried on the roar of waves, resounded throughout heaven and earth. "Those who resist—"

With a light tap of the halberd tip, the desolate mountain a hundred miles away instantly turned to dust. "To become dust with this mountain."

Before the aftershocks of the Trident of Poseidon had even subsided, the sound of weapons falling to the ground suddenly rang out within the Star Formation. Like dominoes being toppled, starting with the wounded soldiers in the back ranks, rusty spears and jeweled swords fell to the ground one after another, gradually merging into a symphony of metal clashing with bluestone.

The Royal Knights' dragon-blooded horses trotted uneasily at the front lines, while the Soul Masters clad in the azure sashes of the Star Crown Sect exchanged bewildered glances. Someone had already fled the battlefield; panic and fear spread like a plague through the ranks of Soul Masters. Xu Xingwei, coughing up blood, grabbed the arm armor of the Star Crown Sect elder beside him: "The tide has turned; preserve the flame!"

At this moment on the battlefield, Tang Xiao's Haotian Hammer suddenly swelled. This sect leader actually wielded the giant hammer into a perfectly round barrier, and the hammer's wind even briefly dispersed the residual pressure of the Sea God.

"Get out of here!" he roared at the elders and disciples, coughing up blood. His ninth spirit ring burned brightly on the hammer handle. Each strike of the hammer created spiderweb-like cracks in the ground, and the flying shards of stone just happened to shield his disciple from the rain of soul-chasing arrows.

The most dangerous moment came when, just as the aftershocks of the tsunami reached the teleportation array, Tang Xiao suddenly hurled the Clear Sky Hammer into the air. His weapon spirit and martial spirit shattered simultaneously, and the resulting shockwave tore a gap in the hundred-meter-high wave in an instant.

Feng Yao's azure divine eyes swept lightly over the staggering figure amidst the ruins, the Trident of the Sea God twirling gently in his palm, but ultimately he did not swing it.

Tang Xiao held the broken Haotian Hammer, and with each swing, beads of blood fell from his clothes.

The water droplets condensed at the tip of the trident quietly dispersed into the morning mist—Tang Xiao was nothing more than someone who could be destroyed with a flick of his finger. In order to avoid any complications, he simply fled. Since he had promised not to kill those who surrendered, the sea god's decree could not be compromised in the slightest.

Only the Starry Imperial Banner still fluttered amidst the ruins of the city tower, with the defending general lying beneath the flagpole, his poison sac crushed. Feng Yao raised his hand and gently brushed it away, and the banner embroidered with a white tiger turned to ashes, which fell softly onto the pupils of the suicide victim.

This remarkably effortless scene plunged the Spirit Empire's army into a momentary, deathly silence. Then, a deafening roar erupted from the Spirit Empire's ranks!

"Long live the Sea God! Long live the Young Master!"

Bloodstained swords fell to the ground in unison, and tattered military flags fluttered wildly. The soldiers, gazing at the azure figure suspended in the sky, were flushed with excitement.

Amidst this near-frenzied jubilation, Feng Yao gently landed beside Qian Renxue and chuckled, "Let's go."

Qian Renxue smiled slightly, took Feng Yao's hand, and whispered, "Little Feng, shall we protect this continent for the rest of our lives?"

Feng Yao was slightly taken aback, his thoughts suddenly flowing smoothly as if struck by a thunderbolt!
In the original novel, after Tang San inherited the dual godhood and ascended to the God Realm, his parents, Tang Hao and Blue Silver Emperor A Yin, although granted the title of second-level gods, did not choose to go to the God Realm but instead remained in seclusion on Douluo Continent. More importantly, Tang Hao later seems to have even become the ruler of the Douluo Star plane!
This information is crucial!

This proves one point: deities who attain godhood do not necessarily have to ascend to the divine realm! The divine realm may have rules, but they are by no means ironclad. There are exceptions, or rather, there is some kind of mechanism or possibility for "retention"!
Tang Hao and Ah Yin were able to stay because they had a very deep bond and connection with Douluo Star itself, and eventually even gained the recognition of the plane and became the masters of the plane!
“The Lord of the Planes…” Feng Yao murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

What if he could also become the ruler of the Douluo Star plane?

The Lord of a Plane means merging with the primordial will of the entire planet, becoming the true ruler of this world! At that point, he himself becomes part of the rules of this world, so what is there to say about "rejection"? He probably wouldn't reject it at all; the power of the entire world would be at his disposal!
The invisible sense of rejection emanating from the entire plane that surrounded him and Qian Renxue was because their life level and power exceeded the conventional limits of the current plane, but they failed to achieve harmony and unity with the plane's origin. Therefore, they were like foreign objects and were instinctively rejected by the plane.

Once they become the rulers of a plane, this sense of rejection will naturally disappear! They will become "one of us" in the plane, or even "the controllers"!
"So that's how it is... This is the key to breaking the deadlock!" Feng Yao suddenly understood.

Severing ties with the divine realm may be the ultimate goal, but before that, the first thing to do is to gain the recognition of this world and become its master! Only in this way can they have a foothold and the capital to negotiate or even confront the divine realm!
How does one become the master of a plane?
Feng Yao's thoughts raced. Tang Hao's ability to become the ruler of this plane must have its own special reasons, perhaps related to his martial spirit, his experiences, and his contributions and ties to the continent. But in any case, this proved a viable path!

He, Feng Yao, is now the God of the Sea, in charge of the ocean, which covers most of the planet's surface, is the source of life, and is closely connected to the origin of the plane!
Qian Renxue is an angel god, symbolizing light and order, and is also involved in the laws governing the world!
Bibi Dong is a Rakshasa goddess. Although she represents negativity, killing and evil are also objectively part of the world. If she can be guided and controlled, she can also be a part of the balance!
The three of them, working together, cover almost all the important aspects of the world's origin. If they can further integrate the other forces on the continent, deepen their connection with the entire planet, and gain the recognition of the plane's origin, it's not a pipe dream!

"It seems the plan needs to be adjusted." Feng Yao's lips curled into a smile. The previous crazy plan had not been abandoned, but it had become clearer and more feasible.

The first step is not to rashly try to sever ties, but to strive to become the master of the plane, or at least to obtain similar authority and recognition to the master of the plane, eliminate rejection, and consolidate the foundation!
The second step is to consider whether and how to "separate" from the divine realm!
With a clear direction, Feng Yao felt that the road ahead suddenly became much clearer.

"What are you spacing out for?" Qian Renxue's wings swept lightly, her golden eyes gleaming as she looked at the dazed Feng Yao.

Feng Yao snapped back to reality, following the trajectory of the flowing holy flames, pulling the person into his arms and planting a heavy kiss on her fragrant cheek. Qian Renxue froze in his arms, caught off guard. Hearing the gasps from all directions, a blush instantly spread from her ears to her collarbone. Ten thousand miles away, on the throne in the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong's fingertips rose and then abruptly stopped. She sensed the two figures embracing with her divine sense, and a faint smile unconsciously curved her lips.

"I'll settle the score with you when we get back." Qian Renxue gently twisted his waist with her fingertips, causing ripples to spread across his gilded divine armor. She used the flapping of her wings to break free from his embrace, but the holy feather that fell from her hair secretly hooked onto the ribbon of the sea god's divine armor.

As the two figures landed before the Papal Palace, the twilight bathed their silhouettes in a flowing gold. Qian Renxue, her holy feathers still stained with the blood of battle, tilted her head to look at Feng Yao: "A plane lord? Sounds like he's going to treat the entire continent like a war table."

"Sand table." Feng Yao suddenly paused, the trident of the Sea God emitting a clear, resonant sound. "That's it! After becoming gods, we are like living natural disasters. For example, Xue'er can freely control the true fire of the sun. You are a sun, but how can the sun stand on the ground and act like humans? That feeling of repulsion doesn't come from space, but from everything around us. It's just that our divine sense is too sensitive, so we can sense many things we couldn't sense before." Azure light and golden holy flames flowed between his fingertips. "The deeper one's understanding of a single law, the further one deviates from the balance of the origin of heaven and earth."

He gazed at the setting sun in the west, the swirling stars reflected in his divine eyes: "The sense of rejection is never a problem of power itself, but rather that we've forgotten—this world is a complete painting, and we are like a blank canvas."

Before Qian Renxue could respond, Feng Yao closed his eyes and concentrated, his divine power as the Sea God and the innate Bagua compass operating simultaneously. He no longer forcibly resisted the repulsion, but instead guided the vast power of the ocean within his body, following the ultimate principles of heaven and earth as interpreted by the Bagua, slowly merging it into the surrounding space.

The Kun hexagram supports and stabilizes the earth; the Qian hexagram operates and echoes the heavens; the Kan and Li hexagrams complement each other, water and fire harmonize; the Zhen and Xun hexagrams follow each other, wind and thunder surge; the Gen and Dui hexagrams assist each other, mountains and lakes communicate...

The eight trigrams flow and evolve throughout the heavens. He is no longer merely a single deity who governs the ocean, but attempts to connect and resonate with the complete legal system of this world.

Just as he adjusted his divine power frequency to harmonize with the fluctuations of the plane's origin—that feeling of being stuck in a swamp and rejected by the whole world vanished instantly, like ice and snow melting away!

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of harmony and ease.

It was as if he was no longer an "outsider" forcibly squeezing into this world, but had become a part of the world's natural operation, as harmonious as breathing. The surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) no longer resisted him, but instead, with a sense of intimacy, it took the initiative to surround him, blending seamlessly with the divine power within his body.

Feng Yao slowly opened his eyes, a flash of understanding and joy in them. He had succeeded! Although this was only a preliminary adjustment, far from reaching the level of becoming a plane master, it had already proven that his approach was correct!

The essence of power is not the root of rejection; rather, it is the one-sided and unbalanced understanding of the laws. When he began to try to understand and integrate into the entire system of laws of the world, rather than relying solely on the authority of a single god, the world opened its arms to him.

Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, who was sitting in the hall, both keenly sensed the change in Feng Yao's aura, a subtle shift from "overriding" to "integrating".

"Xiao Feng, it seems your idea is correct." A strange light flashed in Qian Renxue's golden eyes.

Feng Yao nodded, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease and freedom, and smiled, "If it weren't for the Innate Eight Trigrams Plate, even I wouldn't have been able to enter the realm so quickly. It seems we've chosen the right path. The next step is to figure out how to transform this temporary 'harmony' into an eternal 'mastery'."

Before the gilded divine patterns and azure halo had fully subsided, Feng Yao and Qian Renxue stepped into the main hall side by side. Bibi Dong sat on the throne, her eyes gleaming with a profound and all-seeing light.

"The battle is decided." Her gaze swept over Qian Renxue's slightly trembling feathers, finally settling on Feng Yao's naturally perfect Daoist aura. "He did better than expected."

Qian Renxue's breath hitched. The acknowledgment contained in the battle report made her unconsciously clutch Feng Yao's sleeve.

"Xiao Feng, what was the change that happened to you just now?" Bibi Dong lightly tapped the throne with her fingertips, her gaze falling on Feng Yao's body. Just now, she had already sensed that Feng Yao seemed to have disappeared from her divine sense in the palace.

A blue light curtain unfolded from the tip of the trident. As the last ripple of water disappeared into the floor tiles, the hall fell silent. After an unknown amount of time, the blue light curtain vanished.

“Do as you say.” Bibi Dong nodded, and the scepter struck the ground, creating a deep, resonant sound. “During this time, let Xiao Xue…” She suddenly stopped, and the shadow of gilded wings fell on Feng Yao’s shoulder, overlapping like the sun and moon shining together.

Feng Yao looked at the mother and daughter who were standing there in a daze, smiled slightly, patted Qian Renxue's shoulder gently, and then quietly withdrew from the hall like the tide.

The resonance between heaven and earth flowing around him at this moment was ultimately due to the ability to deduce all laws using the innate Bagua compass. To truly wield the power over this world, he must thoroughly integrate these insights into his own foundation, allowing every wisp of divine thought to breathe in harmony with the mountains and rivers.

When that time comes, even if the true form of Asura descends—as long as his feet are still on the land of Douluo Continent, he will not be afraid even if the God King himself comes, unless the other party wants to wipe this planet along with him.

With his mind made up, Feng Yao turned and walked towards Qian Renxue's palace. He did not disturb anyone, but simply chose a secluded side hall, brushed away the dust on the bed, and the spider web turned into crystals when his divine power swept over it.

The unity of heaven and man is a realm for mortals to attain enlightenment, but when the vast divine power is to resonate with the rhythm of plants and trees, it is like teaching a raging tsunami the rhythm of a stream. But if it can truly be achieved—he gazed at the innate Bagua plate in his palm that flickered with his breath—then this vast land would indeed become the most intuitive sand table.

Feng Yao sat cross-legged, his divine sense spreading outwards like a tide. The stagnation that had briefly subsided returned, this time with a clearer pattern—as if the entire world was whispering in his ear, telling of the subtle mismatch between divine power and the rhythms of nature. (End of Chapter)