Douluo: Rise as the Immortal

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Another Starry Sky

Led by the Tianlong First Seat, the Dragon Knights had mobilized in full force—a full hundred super-divine-level powers. Such a lineup was enough to sweep through most dimensions in this universe. Jiang Weiqiang was clad head to toe in golden-red Divine Dragon Armor.

His Divine Dragon Armor shimmered with an inner golden-red glow, yet not a trace of scorching heat radiated from it. This was a super-divine artifact of the Dragon Clan and the true trump card of the Tianlong First Seat.

Behind him stood a formidable assembly of powerhouses: the Eight-Armed Demon King, leader of the Eight-Armed Demon Clan, who served as the Second Seat beneath him; the Third Seat, Lan, whose true identity was the undercover Federation agent Lan Xuanyu; as well as the Golden Mantis King, among others.

"This assault will be led by the Second Seat. You are to personally spearhead the attack on Douluo Plane itself and ensure massive destruction to force their retreat," Jiang Weiqiang commanded.

"Understood."

"Lan, you will join me in the frontal assault. Exercise utmost caution."

Lan Xuanyu responded, "Yes."

Beside him, Xiuxiu resembled a sisterly companion. Having completed the Ascent Dragon Art, Lan Xuanyu was now a true Dragon Knight in all but name. The only thing lacking was accumulation—breaking through to the super-divine level. In the Dragon Clan, bloodline reigned supreme, and no one could deny the overwhelming superiority of "their" lineage. Reaching the super-divine level was merely a matter of time!

"Where is the leader of the Void Clan?"

"Your subordinate is here."

A hunched figure slowly stepped forward from the crowd of powerhouses, bowing deeply. He cast a fleeting glance at Lan Xuanyu before silently awaiting orders.

The Tianlong First Seat naturally noticed the Void Clan leader’s attitude toward Lan Xuanyu, but he paid it no mind. "This mission requires the full support of your clan. Assist the Second Seat in traversing space directly to Douluo Plane. If the Second Seat fails to return, neither shall you."

Lan Xuanyu observed the Void Clan leader’s slight tremble but couldn’t fathom his thoughts. In the presence of the Tianlong First Seat, her standing was clearly more significant.

"Yes."

The Void Clan leader departed, his eyes bloodshot—though his hunched posture concealed it well from prying eyes.

"Move out!"

A resonant hum filled the air as the Dragon Knights, one after another, soared into the starry battlefield.

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Beneath the Starry Sky.

Yun Ming led a force of approximately seventy super-divine-level powerhouses, augmented by elite warriors from the Beast Clan and Federation warships, advancing toward the frontlines.

Having anticipated the actions of the Dragon Horse Federation, Douluo Plane was defended by the Four Dragon Kings and over a dozen Federation super-divine-level experts. Even without the intervention of the Dragon God, Di Tian, they held a solid advantage.

Yun Ming, in particular, stood out—his divine halo radiating brilliance as he guided the troops, confronting the enemy across the void.

The Tianlong First Seat’s expression darkened at the sight of Yun Ming’s divine halo. A sweep of his spiritual power confirmed his suspicions: the Dragon God Di Tian was likely in seclusion, attempting to break through to the God King realm. The limited presence of the Dragon Clan further suggested they were guarding the Dragon God’s ascension.

"A divine throne... To my knowledge, you possess no divine realm. From where, then, does your divine throne originate?" The Tianlong First Seat’s voice was icy. Despite their numerical superiority, he dared not let his guard down. The difference between possessing a divine throne and lacking one had never been empirically tested.

If Yun Ming broke through their lines, any plans would be rendered moot.

Lan Xuanyu’s expression also darkened slightly. The opposing Dragon Clan members were massive in stature, clearly of pure bloodline. Yet this played to his advantage—the Dragon Clan revered bloodlines, and none could withstand the pressure of the Dragon God’s lineage. That innate suppression would cripple their combat prowess.

"Why waste words? Annihilating you would take but a flick of my finger." Yun Ming’s domineering declaration instantly plunged the atmosphere into freezing tension.

The Tianlong First Seat, accustomed to reverence, had never endured such insult. Yet they were not unprepared. Against Yun Ming, they remained confident in their ability to fight.

"And what of that Dragon God? Still striving to become a God King? Hah! In this universe, the mightier the bloodline, the harder it is to ascend to God Kinghood. The heavenly tribulation of cosmic law will never permit him to achieve it unscathed. Your planet harbors such vast origin energy, yet you’ve never established a divine realm. A divine realm governs the laws of heaven—yet you squandered this opportunity!"

"Ha. We walk our own path. Divine realms are not omnipotent, nor does creating one guarantee true immortality. At their core, the current gods are merely inheritors of ancient thrones, basking in the worship of lower planes."

Yun Ming’s tone grew profound. "Our ambitions differ. We seek to elevate Douluo into a minor thousand-world—a world whose evolution will spur racial advancement. The current soul power cultivation system is outdated. All are exploring new paths. Perhaps one day, a peerless genius will emerge, leading Douluo into the realm of minor thousand-worlds... or even to encounters with beings beyond our cosmos."

"Foolishness. The universe operates on immutable laws. From the birth of zero-dimensional space, through accumulation and transformation, until the cataclysmic end of ten-dimensional space—none can escape this cycle. When a world grows too powerful, it invites the wrath of cosmic law, hastening its destruction!" The Tianlong First Seat frowned in disbelief.

"Yet there exist lives that transcend the universe itself. This, we have witnessed with our own eyes!"

"Arrogance! Then let words end here!"

To the Tianlong First Seat, these people were madmen—dreaming of transcending the universe itself. The moment such ambition took root, cosmic law would annihilate them... or perhaps trigger the universe’s premature collapse.

The Tianlong First Seat, the Tianma First Seat, and several super-divine-level experts launched probing attacks, maintaining formation, wary of engaging Yun Ming—a divine throne-bearer—at full strength. Only now was the true might of a divine throne revealed.

Though not yet a super-divine powerhouse, Lan Xuanyu—empowered by his Dragon God bloodline—was formidable. Alongside Bai Xiuxiu, he carved through enemy ranks. His presence not only bolstered the Dragon Horse Federation’s races but also suppressed the bloodlines of Douluo’s Beast Clan and humans. He became a focal point on the battlefield, a whirlwind of destruction.

Truly, he was the chosen one of this era.

"Follow the Golden Dragon Princess into battle!"

Inspired by his bloodline, the Dragon Knights surged forward, their abilities enhanced. Meanwhile, their foes faltered under the pressure—all thanks to Lan Xuanyu, the Golden Dragon Princess!

"Well done, Lan!"

After a brief skirmish, the Tianlong First Seat disengaged from Yun Ming. Both sides withdrew their super-divine-level fighters, each having suffered casualties.

Yun Ming glanced at Lan Xuanyu, marveling at the potency of the Dragon God bloodline, then ordered, "Prepare artillery fire!"

In an instant, the Federation’s capital ships began charging their weapons. Though the Dragon God bloodline was formidable, the Dragon Horse Federation’s technological prowess paled in comparison—especially in interstellar artillery.

The Tianlong First Seat’s face darkened. He signaled the Tianlong Second Seat, who discreetly withdrew with a contingent of divine-level experts and Dragon Clan members, preparing to strike Douluo Plane directly.

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The Heaven of Selfless Transformation.

Bai Xu slowly opened his eyes. Having reached the eighth layer of the Divine Forbidden Zone, he had little left to accomplish. In his leisure, he conversed with other versions of himself or visited his own universe to reunite with Gu Yuena and the others. Yet as he approached the ninth layer, the path grew increasingly elusive. The manual of bodily cultivation had long been disseminated. All were waiting for the final Bai Xu to emerge—the one who would breach the ninth layer.

Then... all would take the ultimate leap, transcending the Divine Forbidden Zone into an unknown realm.

Or perhaps it could be called the tenth layer of the Divine Forbidden Zone.

"Did those two go to Douluo?" Bai Xu asked the woman beside him.

The silver-haired woman exuded quiet elegance. The trials of the years had long erased her once-proud, domineering demeanor. As her cultivation deepened, her aura grew indistinct—yet to Bai Xu, she remained unchanged.

"Yes. Coincidentally, that world is undergoing upheaval. It is far from peaceful now."

Bai Xu’s gaze sharpened. At his level, a single glance revealed all. "Come to think of it... it’s been ages since you last returned. Since we left, you’ve devoted yourself to cultivation. A millennium has passed. It’s time to revisit the past."

After all, Douluo was Gu Yuena’s birthplace. Nostalgia was inevitable.

"Later. Speaking of which... did you already know my fate when we first met?" Gu Yuena, aware of the other Douluo’s circumstances, frowned, recalling her first encounter with Bai Xu.

"I did."

"So you could see past and future? Yet you lied and claimed ignorance..."

Bai Xu paused, then laughed. "You still remember that? Well... it’s been so long since we returned. Shall we go back?"

!!!

Mid-laughter, Bai Xu suddenly stiffened, his expression turning solemn—as if sensing something.

"What is it?" Gu Yuena asked.

"The future self has found the last one," Bai Xu replied truthfully.

Gu Yuena understood. The "last one" referred to the final Bai Xu—the one capable of reaching the ninth layer.

"Go. I am no longer the Silver Dragon of old. That world holds no threat to me. Since my interest is piqued, I’d like to meet the other version of myself."

"It’s not that I can’t accompany you. The past self remains in history, anchored in time."