Douluo Dalu: My Martial Spirit is the Worm of Time

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Seeing Amon looking unhappy, Yan Jin asked with some confusion, "What kind of heart?"

"I should have taught you what lies and deception are... instead of being as stupid as a curly haired baboon all day long." A trace of helplessness appeared on Amon's face.

"Am I very stupid?" Yan Jin's little face suddenly fell, and she said dejectedly.

Dazzling starlight shone from Yan Jin's body, and she only felt her consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

Vaguely, she seemed to see Amon wrapped around her body like a python.

She suddenly thought of the price Amon had secretly marked.

Everything of mine... is that what it means...

Everything in the past flashed through Yan Jin's mind, starting from when Amon took her to hunt slimes...

Beating up classmates in the northern academy, showing off in the Soul Master Competition, being admired and worshipped by countless people in the war, and finally absorbing the soul rings and soul bones of so many fierce beasts, single-handedly suppressing the Spirit Hall...

A faint smile appeared on Yan Jin's face... Lei Yin has grown up, the younger siblings are doing well, and the old man's revenge has been avenged... These years have been wonderful, and I should be satisfied.

But why do I still feel like crying?

She stretched out her hand, as if to grasp something...

Amon...

Yan Jin offered no resistance, leaving only a few words in her mind:

"Tell Lei Yin to take care of the younger siblings..."

"If Lei Yin is also your target, then let the old man take care of them..."

The starlight subsided, and "Yan Jin" reached out and plucked a monocle from the void, put it on her right eye, adjusted its position, and muttered:

"You didn't even resist, you idiot..."

She raised her hand and summoned the burning red rhomboid crystal, grasped it, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The palace in the void began to collapse, starting from the dome above, breaking apart inch by inch.

"Yan Jin's" figure gradually faded and disappeared, and she went to the Corpse Cathedral.

Amon took a step and appeared at the entrance to the void. He looked at the entrance that was slowly closing, reached out his hands, "grasped" both ends, and pulled hard, widening the entrance.

Then, he drilled into the hole in space and returned to Douluo Continent.

A grand will suddenly descended upon the void palace, vast as the sea, and its divine might was like a prison.

"Failed? Red Lotus, the candidate you chose doesn't seem to be very good."

"Did she retreat in the face of a strong enemy in the final illusion? Hmph... a cowardly person is not worthy of inheriting my divine position."

"Forget it, let it be..."

......

As Amon emerged from the void, the flames burning on the Jialing Pass battlefield grew smaller and smaller, eventually extinguishing, leaving only scorched earth and the unburned debris of the city walls.

"Why is he the only one? Where's Yan Jin?" Bibi Dong asked with a puzzled expression.

"Perhaps... she failed." Qian Daoliu said with some emotion, "It seems that the difficulty of the path to becoming a god far exceeds our imagination. Even such a stunning and talented person eventually fell gloomy."

He felt a strong worry in his heart, worried that Qian Renxue would not be able to overcome these difficulties either.

"Tsk, failed." Amon muttered to himself.

His voice was small, but Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu could hear it clearly.

A hint of joy appeared on Bibi Dong's face. With such a great enemy disappearing, the pressure faced by the Spirit Empire would be much less.

Amon glanced at them, making them especially vigilant.

But he didn't seem to pay attention to them, and walked forward with a somewhat unenthusiastic air, arriving in front of Lei Yin.

Lei Yin was silent for a long time before asking in a trembling voice, "Sister, she, sister, she..."

"She told you to take care of the younger siblings."

Amon was neither sad nor happy, and said in a very calm and indifferent tone.

Lei Yin staggered back a few steps, his body swayed, and his face turned pale.

"My sister told me before to take care of the younger siblings... I didn't pay attention at the time. Did she already foresee this day..."

Amon pinched his monocle and replied, "Maybe... As for how to proceed on the path ahead, choose for yourself. I no longer need the Tudor Empire."

"If you need it, I can give you the throne of the empire, but a position voluntarily given up by a 'tyrant' has no legal basis. I suggest you overthrow the empire yourself and seize the throne yourself."

"If you don't need power, then you can take away the wealth from the imperial palace treasury... Well, I haven't touched it much, there should still be a lot... Then return to the Beidi region and live with your younger siblings."

Amon reached out and grabbed the 'Thunder Railgun' right arm bone that was only 30,000 years old from Lei Yin's body, and the 'Godspeed' left leg bone that was 60,000 years old, and handed him the soul bones that the Ice Bear King and Titan Snow Demon King had dropped. After a slight pause, he took out the wing-shaped external soul bone left by Zi Ji.

"This is what your sister left for you."

Lei Yin held these three soul bones that emitted a faint halo and were perfectly flawless, and felt no joy in his heart, silently shedding tears.

"With your ability, you can probably easily hunt any fierce beast. I won't worry about your ninth soul ring... So, farewell."

Amon's figure gradually became illusory, the color became lighter and lighter, the lines on his body became more and more blurred, and finally disappeared.

Lei Yin put the soul bones into the soul bone space of his left arm bone, stood quietly alone in the darkness for a long time, turned into a ray of lightning, and disappeared into the sky.

Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, and the other titled Douluos of the Spirit Hall looked at the ray of lightning disappearing into the sky, with expressions of doubt on their faces.

Golden Crocodile asked uncertainly, "What do they mean by this?"

"Yan Jin has fallen, Lei Yin has left... Looking at the chaotic state of the Tudor Empire's army, that 'Blood Emperor' Amon doesn't seem to be present either..." Azure Luan observed the Tudor Empire's army and replied.

"Could it be that they just gave up the war? They don't want the empire anymore?" Lion Douluo asked with a puzzled face.

Qian Daoliu thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible. Perhaps the purpose of their launching this war was to promote Yan Jin to become a god... It may be related to faith, or it may be a requirement of the god test. War is always related to blood and fire."

"The 'Blood Emperor' represents blood, and Yan Jin represents fire. After Yan Jin failed, they lost their goal, and there was no need to continue fighting, so the war naturally didn't matter anymore."

"For existences like them, the Tudor Empire is nothing, and secular imperial power is nothing. Only becoming a god is the only pursuit. Who doesn't yearn for that supreme eternity..."

Bibi Dong showed a look of agreement: "The key now is, Amon, he may represent 'blood', so did he succeed or not? If he succeeded, why would he let us go? Even for gods, another god is a threat, right?"

"It's not clear. Maybe he failed, but survived the backlash by some method. It's also possible that he succeeded, but because the realms of gods are different, the perspectives on problems are also different. It's difficult for us to fathom the thoughts of a god... just like the emperors of the two great empires who didn't go far on the path of soul masters didn't understand your and my thoughts." Qian Daoliu responded softly.

Amon's disappearance made Bibi Dong feel slightly uneasy, but this uneasiness quickly disappeared amidst the continuous stream of faith.

Soon, soon, it will be soon...

The damage to the Rakshasa God's divine position had already been compensated in the war, and the power of faith was constantly coming in. Soon enough faith could be collected to start the Rakshasa God test!

Because Bibi Dong was not using it to condense the divine position, she did not need specific faith related to her duties, as long as the quantity was sufficient and directed towards herself.

Lion Douluo looked at the Tudor Empire's army in chaos and asked, "Do we need to take advantage of the situation to defeat them?"

Bibi Dong thought for a moment and replied, "No need, reorganize the army and wait for orders."

......

Tudor Empire, the residence of the Minister of Etiquette.

Romier lay leisurely on the sofa. In front of him, the opera troupe he had invited was performing a dance that they had rehearsed for a long time.

The girl wearing elaborate and gorgeous clothes was graceful, dancing like a peacock spreading its tail.

Behind him stood a row of white-haired maids wearing revealing clothes, some holding wine, some holding fruit, each with a respectful expression.

Only Gu Yuena didn't take anything, looking at Romier with a look of disgust.

"Do you think that with such an emperor and such officials, this country is hopeless?" Romier suddenly said.

Gu Yuena was stunned, realizing that he was talking to her, and thought, what does it matter to me whether your human country is hopeless? It's best if they all die...

She said in a voice with a hint of coldness:

"I don't understand these things... but as a leader, not seeking progress, as a courtier, indulging in pleasure, it's only a matter of time."

Romier chuckled: "You're right, but what does it matter... The captain once told me that the basis of rule is power, not anything else..."

"In this world where great power belongs to oneself, when your power is enough to override the violence of the state, then no matter how the lower levels oppose, your position will be as stable as Mount Tai."

"And how prosperous a country is can also be destroyed in an instant by the intervention of higher-level forces."

"The captain's goal is to impact that supreme realm. As long as he succeeds, then even if everything turns to ashes now, he can easily rebuild an even stronger empire."

Great power belongs to oneself... higher-level forces... Gu Yuena rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

At this moment, a ray of lightning pierced through the window and shot in.

The sound of the window shattering made the dancers in front stunned for a moment, and Gu Yuena's gaze was also attracted to it.

The lightning gradually dissipated, and Lei Yin, wearing a blue-black military uniform, with sea-blue hair and azure eyes, appeared in front of Romier.

Romier raised an eyebrow: "Lei Yin... what are you doing back here?"

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