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

It was late autumn, and the maple forests outside Xingluo Imperial City were stained crimson.

Dai Mubai, clad in tattered War God Armor, leaned on his greatsword, panting heavily. Golden-red divine blood trickled from his forehead, forming a small puddle at his feet. The last protective barrier of the Xu family's imperial city flickered behind him, like the breath of a dying man.

Qian Renxue's six wings spread in the air, holy flames scorching the bloody stench in the air. The angelic holy sword in her hand pointed at Dai Mubai, but the light on the blade was dimmer than usual—three days of continuous fierce fighting were a great drain even on a god. She hadn't expected a war god to unleash such combat power. Even when Bibi Dong joined forces with her, they could only suppress and gradually erode their opponent.

Bibi Dong stood silently not far away, her Rakshasa Demon Scythe pointing diagonally at the ground. A purplish-black divine power spread like a spiderweb, quietly eroding the edge of the God of War's domain. Her gaze remained fixed on Dai Mubai, like a venomous spider eyeing its prey.

"Dai Mubai, surrender." Qian Renxue's voice was weary. "The fate of Xingluo is sealed; why resist stubbornly?"

Dai Mubai raised his head, a bitter smile appearing on his blood-stained face: "Surrender? And then watch like stray dogs as you destroy the Dai family's thousand-year-old foundation?"

He suddenly straightened up, and the War God Domain erupted once more. Golden-red light shot into the sky, temporarily repelling the erosion of the Holy Flame and the Rakshasa Power.

"As long as I, Dai Mubai, have a breath left, I will never allow you to set foot in the imperial city!"

Fighting breaks out again.

The clash of divine powers changed the very fabric of the world, and shockwaves spread outwards, leveling the mountains and forests outside the imperial city. Dai Mubai, acting like a madman, completely disregarded his own injuries, and his life-or-death fighting style made it difficult for Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong to defeat him for the time being.

Just as the battle was at its most intense, a figure in a blue robe quietly appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

He walked slowly, as if he were just an ordinary scholar who had stumbled upon a battlefield. The chaotic currents of divine power raging on the battlefield subsided naturally as they reached him, and the flying sand and stones silently fell to the ground before touching the hem of his clothes. He did not release any pressure, yet the three gods engaged in fierce battle simultaneously sensed it.

Qian Renxue was the first to stop and step back, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Xiao Feng!"

Bibi Dong's hand, which was tightly gripping the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, paused slightly, and a barely perceptible relaxation flashed in her purple eyes.

Dai Mubai stared warily at the newcomer, his War God Domain shrinking to its limit. He recognized Feng Yao, the inheritor of the Sea God, but the feeling he got from Feng Yao at this moment was completely different from before—there was no soaring divine power, no intimidating pressure, and he couldn't even sense any energy fluctuations; he was just like a real ordinary person.

But it was precisely this "ordinariness" that made Dai Mubai feel an unprecedented fear.

Feng Yao nodded slightly to Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, his gaze finally settling on Dai Mubai.

"Dai Mubai, we've met a few times. How have you been?"

His voice was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly, as if it were not transmitted through the air, but resonated directly in their hearts.

Dai Mubai gripped his sword tightly, divine blood dripping from between his fingers: "Feng Yao, it seems you've got me cornered? Offending the God of Asura won't end well for you."

Feng Yao gently shook his head: "Ridiculous. You're being used as a pawn without even realizing it. From the moment Tang San was abandoned by Shura, you too were a pawn. Shura's game has no chance of winning against me!"

"Hahahaha. You will all ascend to the realm of gods sooner or later."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yao couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. He raised his hand, and the phantom of the Innate Eight Trigrams Plate appeared in his palm. There was no earth-shattering aura; it was just a casual flick of the wrist.

The laws governing the universe change accordingly.

Dai Mubai was horrified to discover that his divine power was weakening, and the divine power around him was dissipating like a receding tide. He tried to activate the divine power within his body, but it felt like he was spinning in vain, unable to draw any more power.

"What did you do?" Dai Mubai shouted in terror.

Feng Yao simply adjusted the Bagua compass again and slowly said, "Who said we necessarily have to ascend to the realm of gods!"

This time, the space around Dai Mubai began to distort. He felt as if he were sinking into quagmire, and every movement became incredibly difficult. The War God Domain completely collapsed, and its golden-red light extinguished like a candle in the wind.

"No! This is impossible!" Dai Mubai roared madly, "I am the God of War! I am the true Emperor of Star Luo!"

With his last ounce of strength, he swung his sword and charged towards Feng Yao. This strike embodied all his will and power; space tore apart wherever the blade passed, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Feng Yao remained standing still, only slightly raising his eyes.

The sword blade stopped abruptly three feet away from him, unable to advance even an inch further. Dai Mubai's eyes widened in disbelief, his all-out attack failing to even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

"Why?" Dai Mubai murmured, divine blood gushing from his seven orifices.

Feng Yao finally spoke, his voice tinged with pity: "God of War? He's nothing but a pawn manipulated by the divine realm. How could someone who can't even control his own destiny possibly understand that gods are merely powerful humans? Before the power of the world, even the most powerful god is subject to the rules of the world."

He moved the Bagua compass for the third time.

This time, Dai Mubai felt his divine halo collapsing. The feeling of his soul being depleted made him groan uncontrollably. The connection between him and the power of heaven and earth was forcibly severed, and he could even feel the compression of space. The excruciating pain made him scream out in agony.

"No! I am the God of War! I am—"

Before he could finish speaking, a golden sword light flashed past.

Qian Renxue's angelic holy sword pierced Dai Mubai's heart. Holy flames spread from the wound, rapidly engulfing his divine body.

Dai Mubai looked down at the hole in his chest, golden-red divine blood gushing out like a spring. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end, he only let out a sigh and slowly collapsed to the ground.

God of War, fallen.

Just as Dai Mubai's aura completely dissipated, a sudden change occurred.

The entire sky suddenly turned blood red, and an endless killing intent descended. A blood-red sword shadow that stretched across the heavens and earth slowly condensed, its tip pointing directly at Feng Yao.

"Feng Yao, how dare you—"

The voice of the Asura God came from the heavens, filled with boundless rage. He had finally seen through Feng Yao's plan and understood what this new Sea God wanted to do.

Severing the connection between the divine realm and the mortal realm? This is an unprecedented act of treason!
The crimson sword shadow slowly descended, collapsing space and annihilating everything in its path. This was the Asura God's furious strike, determined to completely obliterate this audacious sea god.

Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong both paled. They could sense the terrifying power contained in this attack, far surpassing that of Dai Mubai and his ilk. This was the wrath of a god-king, the full-force strike of a supreme deity who wielded the power of slaughter.

However, Feng Yao laughed.

This is the moment he's been waiting for. "Perfect timing."

Feng Yao pressed his hands together lightly, and the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos spun rapidly in front of him. The eight trigrams—Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui—lit up in sequence, resonating with the entire universe.

He no longer resisted the sense of rejection, but instead completely merged himself with heaven and earth. His soul resonated with the mountains and rivers, his divine blood flowed with the streams, and his divine bones became one with the earth. At this moment, he was Douluo Continent, and Douluo Continent was him.

"I am the Sea God, and also Douluo."

Feng Yao's voice was calm yet majestic, resounding throughout the entire continent. Every living being, regardless of human or beast, strength or weakness, heard this voice in their hearts.

The Bagua Disc shone with unprecedented brilliance, its eight primal powers intertwining into a net that enveloped the entire Douluo Continent. The crimson sword shadows in the sky, upon touching this giant net, began to dissipate like melting ice and snow.

"No! This is impossible!" The God of Asura was both shocked and furious. "How could an ant from the lower realm become the master of a plane!"

He frantically channeled his divine power, and the crimson sword shadow condensed once more, but each time it touched the net of laws, it quickly dissipated. The laws of heaven and earth on the Douluo Continent were repelling him, resisting his power.

"Although it's not mature yet, the power of the Innate Eight Trigrams Plate is enough!" Feng Yao said with a light laugh.

Feng Yao closed his eyes and concentrated, immersing himself entirely in the calculations of the Eight Trigrams. What he wanted to do was not to fight against the Asura God, but to modify the underlying rules of this world and sever its connection with the divine realm.

This was a crazy plan, a feat no one had ever attempted before. But Feng Yao was confident because he had found the right path.

The Eight Trigrams Plate of the Primordial Chaos projected a huge phantom image from Feng Yao's hand, and the huge trigrams seemed to be able to envelop the entire world.

"Xue'er, Aunt Dong, lend me some power." Feng Yao's voice rang out in their hearts at just the right moment.

The brilliant and scorching golden divine power and the dark and cold purple divine power instantly merged into the Bagua plate of the wind divination. The huge phantom continued to grow, but instead expanded at an even faster pace.

"No! You will destroy all of this!" the Asura God cried out in a final struggle. "Without the guidance of the divine realm, the lower realm will surely descend into chaos!"

"What a joke! I've never heard of a world that can't function without someone!"

The crimson hue in the sky gradually faded, and the roar of the Asura God became distant. As the phantom of the Innate Eight Trigrams Plate enveloped the entire Douluo Star, the connection between the God Realm and the Lower Realm, which had been maintained for countless years, was completely severed.

The sky returned to its original color, and the aura of the Asura God completely vanished. From then on, the divine realm was the divine realm, and the mortal realm was the mortal realm, with no further connection between them.

Feng Yao let out a long sigh, his face slightly pale. The divination he had just performed had been extremely taxing, and even with his current level of skill, he felt somewhat exhausted.

Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong came to his side and supported him on either side.

"Did you succeed?" Qian Renxue asked softly.

Feng Yao nodded, gazing into the distance: "From now on, the fate of Douluo Continent will be in our own hands; there will be no more gods."

At this moment, the gates of Xingluo Imperial City slowly opened, and the remaining defenders laid down their weapons and knelt in surrender. The war was finally over.

Three months later, the Spirit Empire officially unified the continent, changing its name to the "Spirit Federation" and implementing a republic. Bibi Dong became the first federal governor, Qian Renxue became the head of the supervisory council, while Feng Yao remained behind the scenes, focusing on exploring the mysteries of the plane's master.

Unfortunately, Ye Lingling, Dugu Yan, and Ning Rongrong were unable to inherit the divine positions of the God Realm because their connection to the God Realm was severed. However, Feng Yao discovered that since the Innate Eight Trigrams Plate enveloped the entire Douluo Star, more and more geniuses have emerged on the continent, and even many Title Douluo have broken through one after another. This further strengthened Feng Yao's resolve to follow his own path.

On Poseidon Island, the seven guardians of the sacred pillars no longer need to worry about succession. Feng Yao, the Poseidon, will likely have to obediently assume the role of Poseidon until Douluo Star is destroyed.

In the far north and the Star Dou Great Forest, the soul beasts also sensed the changes in the laws of heaven and earth. Both the Snow Empress and Emperor Tian took the initiative to contact Feng Yao.

Feng Yao also adopted the Soul Spirit system from ten thousand years later to protect Soul Beasts, and Di Tian and Xue Di expressed goodwill towards Feng Yao. The relationship between Soul Beasts and humans began to ease, and both sides were looking for a way to coexist peacefully.

Everything is going in a good direction.

On this day, Feng Yao and Qian Renxue stood atop the Sea God Mountain, overlooking the vast and magnificent sea below.

“Sometimes when I think about it, it all feels like a dream,” Qian Renxue said softly, leaning on Feng Yao’s shoulder.

Feng Yao put his arm around her waist, his gaze distant: "Yes, from a small village like Tingquan to the current ruler of this plane, the journey has truly felt like a dream."

"Do you regret it?" Qian Renxue looked up at him. "Actually, if you had chosen to ascend to the God Realm back then, you would be living a completely different life now. Perhaps you wouldn't have to care about anything. Endless life would be a trouble for someone like you."

Feng Yao smiled, lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead: "In the endless cycle of life, without you, I would be utterly bored to death in the realm of gods. Where you are, is the best home."

"Can't you even remove a single word when you're alone with me?" Qian Renxue laughed.

"That won't do. If they find out, they'll definitely come after me," Feng Yao said with a smile.

“They don’t have time to cause you trouble right now,” Qian Renxue said slyly.

Feng Yao pinched Qian Renxue's nose and laughed, "You too, you bullied them with Aunt Dong, and you even helped count the money after being sold out by you."

“If you don’t do it, someone else has to do those things. Others might want to do them but can’t,” Qian Renxue said with a smile.

In the distance, Bibi Dong sat in the Papal Palace, now the administrative center of the Federation. Sensing the two embracing figures with her spiritual power, a slight smile played on her lips. Behind her, Ye Lingling, Dugu Yan, and Ning Rongrong were busy as bees.

The mainland ushered in unprecedented peace and prosperity, thanks to Feng Yao's Xuan Tian Gong. There was no longer a distinction between Soul Masters and ordinary people, and the gap between Soul Beasts and humans gradually disappeared. Various new technologies and ideas emerged like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Feng Yao ultimately gained complete control over the power of the plane's ruler, but he did not monopolize power. Instead, he passed on the mysteries of the laws to more ambitious individuals. He believed that true strength was not the strength of an individual, but the progress of the entire world.

Many years later, when scholars looked back on this history, they all revered Feng Yao as the "founder of a new era." He not only ended a thousand years of war, but also brought a completely new path of development to the continent.

At this moment, atop Poseidon Mountain, Feng Yao and Qian Renxue still stood embraced, just as before.

The setting sun cast long shadows of them, blending them into the sky and earth.

This, perhaps, is the best ending. (End of Chapter)