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

Tang Wutong listened quietly with her eyes lowered. Her thick, butterfly-wing-like pinkish-blue eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids, trembling gently as her brother spoke.

Although she had never seen Lu Jun in his youth, through her younger brother's emotional and detailed descriptions, a picture of him gradually emerged in her mind.

It was the figure of a young man whose talent was just beginning to emerge, whose sharpness was striking, yet who hid a certain unique principle and sense of responsibility beneath his tough exterior.

Compared to the ruthless, unfathomable Lu Jun of today, who treats gods as mere pawns, he seems to possess more youthful passion and purity, and less of the chilling coldness and scheming he has now.

Perhaps, people do change.

Or perhaps, he was just that complicated to begin with.

After listening to her younger brother's story, Tang Wutong nodded slightly without saying a word, but deep down, her understanding of Lu Jun's existence seemed to have softened slightly.

It was no longer pure hatred and fear, but mixed with a complex emotion that was hard to describe, as well as a very faint, uncertain expectation for the future based on his trust in his younger brother.

"Let's go."

Tang Wutong's tone regained the calmness befitting the daughter of a god-king:
"Time is limited. Let me first help you review your current progress in fusing with the Sea God's power and resolve a few key issues."

"Then, we will plan the next steps for the succession in detail."

"it is good!"

Tang Wulin jumped up excitedly, eager to catch up with his sister.

The siblings temporarily set aside their past grievances and estrangement and began their first real collaboration concerning the succession of the divine position.

Although it's only for three days, these three days may change many things.

……

Meanwhile, in the Mingdu Center, the Federal Parliament Headquarters building.

The magnificent building, hundreds of meters high, stands like a giant made of steel and glass on the city's central axis.

At this moment, on the top floor of the building, in the central council chamber that symbolized the highest power center of the Federation, the atmosphere was extremely solemn and dignified.

The spacious circular hall, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people, was now packed to capacity.

The dome is a giant array of soul-guided lights that simulates natural light, casting soft yet bright light onto the gleaming dark marble floor.

At the very front of the hall stands the Speaker's seat, high above everyone else.

Below, the seats are clearly arranged in a fan-shaped pattern.

On the left are the deputy speaker of the civilian system, heads of various core departments, and senior members of parliament.

On the right are military representatives, including the Commander-in-Chief of the Federal Army, the Chief of the General Staff, the Minister of Equipment, and the commanders of the major main legions such as the Central Legion, the Eastern Legion, and the Western Legion.

Everyone was dressed formally, their epaulets and badges gleaming under the lights. Their expressions were solemn, and no one spoke. The only sounds were the faint breathing and the soft rustling of papers turning.

In the speaker's seat, Emperor Xu Tian sat upright in the center.

Today he wore a sharp, gold-embroidered presidential suit, with his cane at his side.

His face was slightly pale, and there was a hint of fatigue between his brows, but his eyes remained sharp and deep, calmly scanning the entire room.

He didn't deliberately emit any powerful soul energy fluctuations. However, a calm and imposing aura, seemingly connected to the entire council hall, the building beneath his feet, and the city itself, naturally enveloped the entire area, causing everyone who met his gaze to involuntarily straighten their backs.

"Everyone."

Emperor Xu's voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present, steady, powerful, and carrying an unquestionable authority:
"Before we begin today's agenda, I need to inform you of something."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping across the room again, before clearly enunciating:

"Through unremitting efforts and some special encounters, my personal cultivation level has recently broken through the limits of the mortal realm and reached the level of a hundred-level deity."

"Wow——!"

Despite the fact that everyone present was one of the Federation's top elites, with unwavering resolve, the news still stirred up huge waves like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

Soft gasps, gasps of surprise, and whispers of disbelief filled the room. All eyes turned to Xu Tiandi, a mixture of shock, elation, and awe flashing across their faces.

A level 100 deity!

This is a legendary realm!
It is a sign that one has truly transcended mortals and stepped into the realm of gods!

With the threat of the abyss looming, the birth of a true god within our own ranks is undoubtedly a tremendous boost to morale.

"Congratulations, Speaker!"

Congratulations, Speaker!

"God bless the Federation!"

After a brief commotion, people who had recovered from the commotion stood up and bowed towards the speaker's seat to express their heartfelt congratulations.

The civil officials' eyes gleamed with excitement, while the military commanders were flushed with emotion, as if they saw an infinite hope in the fight against the abyss.

Emperor Xu raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Once the hall had returned to silence, he continued speaking, his tone still calm, but he dropped another, even more shocking piece of news:
"In addition, I have also secured for the Federation an extremely powerful ally who could change the course of the war at a critical moment."

ally?

The group exchanged puzzled glances.

On the mainland today, who else can be called a powerful ally by Speaker Xu, who has just become a god, and who would make such a solemn announcement about him?

Just as everyone was speculating—

The side door of the council chamber, that heavy alloy door that required special authorization to open, slid inwards silently.

A figure walked in unhurriedly.

Dressed in white as snow, with an unusually youthful face, yet possessing a calm and profound quality that belies her age, like an ancient glacier.

A translucent, ice-blue longsword hung at his waist. The scabbard was ancient, yet it exuded a chilling aura that stung even the soul.

Under the gaze of hundreds of people, some astonished, some horrified, some hostile, and some inquisitive, he walked straight to the front as if strolling in his own courtyard, and sat down calmly in the seat next to Xu Tiandi, which was originally the seat of the first vice-chairman but was now empty.

Lu Jun!

The entire central council chamber fell into a deathly silence.

You can hear the needle drop.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, their eyes wide as they stared at the young man sitting calmly next to the speaker.

His identity remains a mystery to this day.

His stance is ambiguous.

His methods were ruthless and domineering.

He had open conflicts and confrontations with the Federation, especially with Emperor Xu Tian!

After all, everyone already knows about the battle between Emperor Xu and Lu Jun.

The commotion was so great that it's hard not to know about it.

But they're just using the news to declare that everything is unknown in order to appease the public...

But now... he actually appeared at the core of the Federal Supreme Power Conference, sitting in that position that symbolizes extremely high status?

Could the powerful ally that Speaker Xu mentioned be him?

Did the two of them make up and form an alliance after just one fight?
Who won and who lost that battle? (End of Chapter)