On Douluo Star, along the southwestern border of the Heaven Dou Empire, within the former Fasno Province, a newly built town called Morning Dew Town awakened in the dawn. A thin mist draped the distant mountains like gauze, while crystalline dewdrops clung to the tender green crops in the nearby fields. The bluestone-paved streets still carried the dampness of night. Early-rising farmers shouldered their hoes toward the fields, the blacksmith's shop rang with the clinking sounds of preparations, and smoke curled from every household chimney, mingling with the wheaty fragrance of fresh-baked bread and the light aroma of simmering rice porridge, waking the slumbering town.
Space rippled almost imperceptibly, like a pebble dropped into a still lake, and Ling Yun and Gu Yuena quietly appeared on a small hill outside the town. They had concealed all their divine might and dressed simply. Ling Yun wore a green robe, while Gu Yuena wore a plain white dress, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall. They looked like an ordinary couple traveling the world, save for the serene bearing tempered by countless trials, which blended seamlessly with their surroundings.
As Ling Yun looked upon the peaceful scene before him, his gaze softened beyond measure, as though ten-thousand-year-old black ice had melted into spring water, reflecting the morning light and vitality. The smoke of war had long dispersed. What remained was the resilience and hope of the people who had rebuilt their homeland with their own hands. New beams and pillars rose where houses had collapsed, barren fields were reclaimed and sown anew, and children's laughter had replaced the horns of war. This was the ultimate meaning of all he had protected by burning his Divine Soul and fighting bloody battles across the starry sea. Not supreme authority, nor the glory of being