Thirty-Three Heavens Storm (End)

In the blink of an eye, Xue Yuheng had already been in the first heaven for four months.

Four months of time had allowed Xue Yuheng's understanding of wind to be reborn.

Xue Yuheng sat cross-legged on a floating rock, not a trace of soul power leaking from his body, yet the raging gale winds surrounding him seemed to possess a spirit, flowing slowly around his form.

The Wordless Heavenly Book hovered before Xue Yuheng's chest, its pages turning without wind, covered in dense, intricate characters.

These were his insights into the laws of wind, all manifested into text.

Over these four months, Xue Yuheng had not rushed to ascend to higher levels, but instead settled his heart to dismantle every wisp of wind in the first heaven, from its trajectory to its flow rate, from its power to its essence, until today, when he finally touched the core of the wind.

Half a month ago, his mother, Su Weiwei, had sent a trusted aide to the Heavenly Dragon Gate to inquire about her son's whereabouts.

Even though Xue Yuheng had sent people back to the Douling Empire royal family to explain things in advance before coming down, his mother was still somewhat uneasy.

As for the Emperor, he was quite satisfied with the behavior of Xue Yuheng, his crown prince, in befriending the major powers across the continent.

Among the three original empires of the Douluo Continent, the Douling Empire was the weakest.

Top-tier powerhouses were far more useful on the Douluo Continent than ordinary armies.

Now that he had Xue Yuheng, a Limit Douluo manufacturing machine, the old emperor was eager for him to stay outside for as long as possible.

The old emperor's original words in his letter to Xue Yuheng were: "As long as it does not affect your cultivation, the royal family will not care how many women you have.

If your offspring can inherit a powerful martial soul, the royal family can allow them to acknowledge their ancestors; if they are mediocre and lack status, then just let them live an ordinary life outside."

The old emperor only had one son in Xue Yuheng, and from a father's perspective, Xue Yuheng had a great talent for attracting women, so the task of spreading his branches and leaves fell upon him.

Regarding this, Xue Yuheng could only accept it helplessly.

Four months had passed, and according to news from the "front lines," Xiao Xiao had already entered the twenty-sixth level of the storm space.

As for the members of the Moon Shadow Squad, aside from "Rou" who accompanied Xue Yuheng, the other members were generally between the twentieth and twenty-fourth levels.

Yesterday, Xue Yuheng summoned everyone in the small world to return to the first heaven.

As time ticked by, eight figures appeared one after another before Xue Yuheng.

And the one who interested Xue Yuheng the most was Xiao Xiao, who walked at the very end.

Having not seen her for over three months, Xiao Xiao's temperament had already changed completely.

The dainty appearance of the past had faded somewhat, her posture becoming increasingly upright, and even though she wore a green dress torn by the gale winds, it gave her a unique, mature charm.

Her long hair was tied into a simple ponytail, and those apricot eyes were now filled with determination and composure.

The Four Symbols Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron was even more agile, hovering by Xiao Xiao's side, with the phantoms of the White Tiger, Golden Crow, and Xuanwu circulating on the cauldron's body.

Only the dragon position remained empty, though a faint cyan shadow was already beginning to emerge.

"Everyone is here." Xue Yuheng stood up, his gaze sweeping over the group before landing on Xiao Xiao, his tone filled with gratification.

"Beyond these thirty-three heavens, there are still some unique opportunities on the continent.

Today, I am going to take you all on a shortcut."

As his voice fell, Ying stepped forward, her Shadow martial soul quietly blooming.

A pitch-black domain instantly enveloped the entire area, transforming into a bottomless shadow passage.

Wan, Yue, Rou, and the others did not hesitate, their figures flickering as they merged into the shadows, their presence completely vanishing into Xue Yuheng's shadow.

Once everyone was in position, Xue Yuheng looked at Xiao Xiao and reached out his hand: "Come here."

Xiao Xiao smiled and walked forward, placing her hand in his palm, the warm sensation spreading instantly.

Not having seen Xue Yuheng for over three months was something Xiao Xiao would never have imagined before; cultivation truly made one forget the passage of time.

The two simultaneously activated their martial souls, the Four Symbols Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron and the Wordless Heavenly Book reflecting each other.

A strange sensation surged into their hearts.

Xue Yuheng clearly felt Xiao Xiao's "guidance" and "inclusiveness" toward the wind in her heart.

And Xiao Xiao also felt Xue Yuheng's understanding of the wind, which was an absolute "control" over power.

Their insights into the laws of wind seemed to swap and merge instantly, becoming clear and thorough; their respective weaknesses were filled, and their understanding of the wind climbed to a new height in an instant.

"Little Xue, you lost, I've already reached the twenty-sixth level!"

Xiao Xiao pinched Xue Yuheng's face, a hint of smugness in her eyes, her tone still as playfully familiar as ever.

Over these past four months, the dresses she had stored in her soul tool ring had been torn to shreds by the gale winds, and the set she was wearing now was already the most intact one left.

Xiao Xiao dared not wear the clothes of the women from the Moon Shadow Squad; they were too revealing. For Xiao Xiao, who grew up in a classical family, they were still a bit too avant-garde.

The slits in those qipaos were higher than she was, and the collars were so low they practically reached the navel.

"Alright, I did indeed lose." Xue Yuheng laughed, pinching her cheek and saying dotingly, "How about we make another bet?"

"Okay! Bet on what?" Xiao Xiao's eyes lit up.

"Bet on who can reach the thirty-third heaven first," Xue Yuheng said confidently, the aura of the gale winds around him becoming sharp as well.

"Impossible, the twenty-sixth level is already the limit for a Super Douluo..." Xiao Xiao frowned slightly.

The predicament Xiao Xiao currently faced was identical to that of the predecessor from the Heavenly Dragon Gate a thousand years ago.

Goddess Transformation would grant her temporary comprehension of god-level laws, but as for actual combat... she had never tried it.

Did getting struck by lightning count?

The level twenty-six gale, while appearing as soft as water, was actually capable of eroding a person's soul; one could not simply force their way through, or they would easily suffer from qi deviation and become an idiot.

"How about this: if I successfully lead you to the thirty-third heaven, you must..." Xue Yuheng whispered into her ear, causing Xiao Xiao's cheeks to flush crimson instantly.

Her eyes flickered a few times, and after biting her lip in thought for a long while, she finally nodded gently.

Having received his answer, Xue Yuheng hesitated no longer.

He raised his hand, palm upward, and the Wordless Heavenly Book flew above his head, pouring down golden light that enveloped them both.

"Watch closely, Xiao Xiao... this is the wind I have comprehended."

Xue Yuheng did not activate his spirit rings, nor did he erupt with spirit power; instead, he closed his eyes, his mind merging completely with the surrounding winds.

Four months of study erupted in this moment as Xue Yuheng mimicked the trajectory of the wind, controlled its flow rate, and ultimately created a wind of his own.

That wind had no fixed form; at times it was as docile as a stream, at others as sharp as a blade. It could be hard or soft, retractable or expansive, perfectly fitting the essence of wind.

This tiny breeze began to act as the leader for the entire flow of wind in the first heaven.

"Rise, wind."

Xue Yuheng gave a low shout, and the wind he had created swirled the surrounding gale, charging toward the invisible air barrier at the rear of the first heaven.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

The barrier was not a dead object, but rather condensed from the laws of wind; sensing the impact of an external force, it instantly erupted with a violent counterattack.

Countless cyan wind blades spewed from the barrier, each containing the power to tear through space. The floating stones beneath their feet were instantly ground into powder, and the very space began to tremble.

Xiao Xiao remained unhurried, using her second martial soul to play her long flute; the melodious tune pacified the violent wind blades, and the attacks of the wind laws gradually subsided.

Xue Yuheng's mind flashed with the deductions of the Wordless Heavenly Book.

He took a deep breath, observing carefully, allowing the wind he created to flow along the patterns of the barrier, no longer forcing an impact but instead infiltrating and merging bit by bit.

The process was incredibly difficult.

The laws of the barrier changed constantly, at times as violent as a tide, at others as quiet as water; Xue Yuheng had to adjust his wind at every moment.

Every instance of synchronization consumed a massive amount of mental energy, fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and the Power of Creation accumulated by Rou was rapidly depleted.

Xiao Xiao gripped his hand tightly, continuously channeling her own spirit power toward him.

The Moon Shadow Squad in the shadows also exerted their martial souls to the fullest, providing support for Xue Yuheng.

Time passed second by second, and Xue Yuheng's wind gradually synchronized with the laws of the barrier.

There was no earth-shattering collision, only the blending of law with law.

The final trace of separation was broken, and the invisible air barrier suddenly dissipated, replaced by a wind tunnel leading straight to the sky.

At the end of the tunnel, a blinding cyan light could be vaguely seen.

They had succeeded.

Xue Yuheng opened his eyes, his face weary, and he took Xiao Xiao's hand, stepping into the tunnel.

A few minutes later.

The barrier of the thirty-third storm shattered.

The chaos within the tunnel dispersed, and what met the eyes of Xue Yuheng and Xiao Xiao was a scene so magnificent it left them speechless.

The skeleton of a Cyan Winged Dragon, stretching for tens of thousands of meters, floated silently in the void. A deep, narrow sword mark ran along the dragon's spine, and even after tens of thousands of years, it still emitted a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.

At the end of the storm lay the final resting place of a giant dragon.