Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Douluo Continent, on the shores of the East Sea.

The place where the Sea God family has lived for generations was originally a sacred area nestled between mountains and the sea, with magnificent buildings and shrouded in a pale blue halo of faith.

The family members cultivate the Tide Technique and worship the Sea God, enjoying a special status in the coastal areas and even the entire Federation.

However, at this moment, the area was shrouded in a somber atmosphere of grief and solemnity.

The once fluttering blue banners are now half drooping, tied with plain white ribbons.

Amidst the magnificent architectural complex, figures dressed in mourning clothes could be seen everywhere, and somber funeral music and faint sobs drifted on the wind.

The air was filled with the unique scent of incense and sea breeze, but it couldn't suppress the sense of desolation and emptiness that followed the loss of the towering pillar.

Chen Xinjie died in battle.

The fall of this current patriarch of the Sea God Clan, the Federation Marshal, and the Vast Ocean Douluo is not only an unbearable loss for the clan, but also a loss of the Federation's top combat power.

More importantly, his departure seemed to have removed the last backbone of the Sea God family.

With the older generation passing away and the new generation failing to keep pace, the former glory and honor have taken on a desolate and bleak appearance in the face of harsh reality.

The innermost area of ​​the family compound was solemn and dignified, with the mourning hall filled with solemnity.

On the outskirts, many buildings are still under repair, scars left by previous internal strife and external pressures.

A figure busily moved among them.

He was handsome, and his features bore a faint resemblance to Tang Wutong, but he appeared even more resolute.

It was Tang Wulin.

He was not wearing mourning clothes, but rather a simple dark-colored outfit, with a white ribbon tied around his forehead.

He directed his clansmen to move building materials, comforted the weeping women and children, checked the repair progress of the defensive soul-guided array, and occasionally discussed matters in hushed tones with the few remaining elders of the clan.

Sweat soaked his temples, and there were tired bloodshot eyes, but his blue eyes were unusually bright and firm, as if a fire was burning inside them.

He is trying in his own way to stabilize this crumbling ancient family and to fulfill his promise of atonement.

"Wulin!"

A young member of the tribe rushed over, his face showing tension and a hint of excitement.

“Outside… Lord Lu has arrived, and… there’s also a stunningly beautiful woman with light blue hair, who looks… looks very much like…”

Tang Wulin suddenly gripped the blueprints tightly in his hand.

"Brother Lu?"

His eyes lit up with surprise, and he immediately handed the blueprints to the elder beside him:
"Please look after this place for now."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already shot off like an arrow.

At the entrance to the family compound, Lu Jun stood with his hands behind his back, still dressed in white, calmly looking at the Sea God Family compound, which was filled with sorrow and an atmosphere of repair.

Tang Wutong stood quietly to his side, slightly behind him, her eyes lowered. Her gaze swept over the familiar buildings adorned with the trident of Poseidon, and the ubiquitous white buildings. A complex and unfathomable emotion flickered in her pink-blue eyes.

"Brother Lu!"

Tang Wulin appeared quickly, his face filled with undisguised joy.

However, when his gaze fell upon the stunningly beautiful woman beside Lu Jun, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, his pupils shrinking sharply.

"Sister...sister?"

His voice trembled with disbelief as he strode forward, his gaze carefully scanning Tang Wutong's face, confirming that familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar countenance, and that unique charm.

"You...you've agreed to come with us?"

Tang Wulin's voice was hoarse with excitement:
"You're willing to stay and protect Douluo Star with us, to atone for Father's... for the mistakes Father made?"

His eyes were filled with hope—the longing of a younger brother for his lost sister, and the yearning of someone burdened with sinful blood for understanding from their kindred spirit.

Tang Wutong opened her mouth, her pinkish-blue lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to say something. Perhaps it was an explanation, perhaps it was habitual reserve, or perhaps it was something else entirely.

But in that instant, she clearly felt a calm yet incredibly heavy gaze fall upon her.

Lu Jun didn't even turn to look at her; he just kept gazing at the scenery of the Sea God Family ahead.

But the silent pressure and reminder transmitted through the soul imprint caused Tang Wutong's delicate body to tremble almost imperceptibly.

All the words that were about to come out froze instantly and were swallowed back.

She quickly raised her eyes to look at Tang Wulin, whose face was full of expectation, and forced a somewhat strained smile, answering in a low but clear voice:
"……Yes."

She paused, then added, as if convincing herself, or perhaps completing some kind of task:

"I...I'm willing to stay and face this together."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, he let out a deep breath, and a relieved, genuinely bright smile appeared on his face.

"That's wonderful...that's wonderful," he murmured, his eyes even glistening with tears. "Sister, thank you...really..."

Lu Jun then turned his gaze from the distance and focused it on Tang Wulin.

He could see the changes in this young man; he had lost some of his former carefree and naivety, and gained more composure and a sense of responsibility.

Especially in his actions of taking on the heavy responsibility of the Sea God family, trying to appease everyone, and rebuilding their home, Lu Jun saw a certain valuable sense of responsibility.

"Well done."

Lu Jun spoke calmly, which could be considered as approval.

Tang Wulin scratched his head and smiled somewhat embarrassedly:
"It's my duty, Brother Lu. It's what I should do."

Lu Jun said no more and simply flipped his hand.

Light swirled in his palm, revealing a deep blue crystal that seemed to contain the vastness of the ocean and a boundless expanse of azure waves.

The seat of the sea god quietly appeared.

The gentle yet powerful divine might emanated naturally, making the surrounding air slightly more humid, with the faint sound of tides echoing in the distance.

Tang Wulin's gaze was instantly drawn to it, his breath caught in his throat as the dazzling blue light was reflected in his blue eyes.

"This is the Sea God's position that Tang San didn't retrieve in time before he escaped... or rather, it was the one that I forcibly left behind."

Lu Jun said calmly.

"As his direct descendant, you are the most suitable person to take over it at present."

He handed the divine crystal forward.

“I have seen what you have done here during this time.”

Lu Jun looked at Tang Wulin, his tone becoming more serious:

"If you can successfully inherit this divine position and advance to a first-level god before the all-out attack on the Abyss Plane..."

He paused, a glint in his eyes.

"Then our chances of defeating the abyss will increase considerably."

Tang Wulin's expression immediately became extremely serious.

He took a deep breath, and instead of immediately taking it, he straightened his back, clenched his right fist, and pounded it heavily on his left chest, near his heart, producing a dull thud.

"Brother Lu, don't worry."

His voice was strong and clear, every word resounding.

"I, Tang Wulin, swear by my blood and soul that I will do everything in my power to inherit the Sea God's position as soon as possible! I will live up to your trust, protect the Douluo Continent, and atone for my father's sins!" (End of Chapter)