Du Busi Leaves Seclusion, Limit Douluo!

God of Destruction was happy to see this, commenting in Zichuan's mind every day with remarks like "the child is teachable," "this is how feelings should be cultivated," and "this God is a qualified matchmaker," which Zichuan found incredibly annoying.

Time slipped away quietly amidst peace and rapid progress. In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

Tang Ya's soul power had soared from the initial level 18 all the way to level 25! A seven-level increase in just half a year!

This speed was enough to drop the jaws of anyone who heard it.

Her Blue Silver Grass martial soul had undergone a complete transformation; it now shimmered with a deep blue-gold hue, its leaves looked like they were carved from jade, and its vines were tough and powerful. The life fluctuations it emitted far exceeded those of ordinary plant martial souls, and it had already embarked on the path of Martial Soul Evolution toward the Blue Silver Emperor!

Zichuan's cultivation was also steadily improving. Although not as exaggerated as Tang Ya's, he had firmly reached the threshold of level 30.

Having further digested and absorbed the power of the two soul rings—one twenty-thousand-year-old and one hundred-thousand-year-old—his foundation was incredibly solid.

On this day, Zichuan was sitting on a large blue boulder, watching Tang Ya wash wild vegetables by the nearby stream.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden rim around her slender silhouette, and her high blue ponytail swayed gently with her movements.

Suddenly, Zichuan felt something and turned his head sharply, looking toward the direction of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

A familiar yet more powerful, more domineering, and terrifying aura—one that seemed capable of suppressing mountains and rivers—shot into the sky from that direction like a primordial beast awakening!

The aura carried an unparalleled sense of physical strength and a hint of... perfection.

Du Busi! He was coming out of seclusion!

Zichuan stood up abruptly.

"Zichuan, what's wrong?" Tang Ya noticed his movement and ran over holding the washed vegetables, water droplets still clinging to her face.

Zichuan looked at Tang Ya, his gaze complex. After half a year together, this stubborn, kind, and occasionally scatterbrained girl had occupied a special place in his heart.

Calling her a "candidate for wife" felt too frivolous; she was more like... an older sister who needed his care and trusted him wholeheartedly.

"I have to go," Zichuan said directly, his voice calm. "The person coming to pick me up is almost here."

The smile on Tang Ya's face froze instantly, and a few of the vegetables in her arms fell to the ground.

She had known this day would come, but when it truly arrived, it felt as if something had tugged hard at her heart, leaving it feeling hollow and painful.

These past six months were the darkest yet brightest time of her life. Dark because of the destruction of her family and the fall of the Tang Sect. Bright, because she had met Zichuan.

This mysterious boy had not only saved her life and given her a temporary sanctuary, but he had also given her the hope and strength to transform. He was like a ray of light shining into her desperate life.

She bit her lower lip tightly, struggling to keep her tears from falling. She knew Zichuan had his own path to walk, and she had her own mission to fulfill—rebuilding the Tang Sect.

In these six months, the evolution of her martial soul and the surge in her soul power had shown her the dawn of hope. She could no longer cling to Zichuan like a vine; she had to stand on her own.

"Okay," Tang Ya nodded heavily, her voice choked with emotion, but she forced a smile.

"I know. You... you take care of yourself. Don't forget... you promised that when I rebuild the Tang Sect, you'll come to support me!"

Zichuan smiled too: "I will."

Tang Ya stepped forward and looked deeply at Zichuan, as if trying to carve his current appearance into her heart.

Then, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Zichuan's neck, and before he could react, her soft, warm lips—carrying the unique, fresh scent of a young girl—lightly pressed against his forehead.

It was a fleeting touch.

"Don't you dare forget Sister Xiao Ya..." Tang Ya's voice was barely audible, thick with a nasal tone and an inseparable reluctance. "We... will meet again."

After saying this, she didn't dare look at Zichuan again. She turned abruptly, gathered the vegetables from the ground, and with her high ponytail tracing a resolute arc in the air, she ran toward the other side of the forest without looking back.

She was afraid that if she stayed a moment longer, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from crying or wanting to follow him.

Zichuan stood where he was, the soft, warm sensation seemingly lingering on his forehead, the faint scent of grass and trees still clinging to his nose.

He watched Tang Ya's stubborn, thin silhouette fade into the distance, a complex and indescribable emotion welling up in his heart. It was a bit sour, a bit bitter, and a bit... inexplicably stirring.

"Kid, why are you dazed? She's already out of sight," the God of Destruction's voice carried a teasing tone.

"Tsk, this little girl has quite a bit of spirit, leaving just like that. But don't worry, your fate isn't over yet; there will be plenty of chances to meet in the future. By then... hehe."

Zichuan ignored the God of Destruction's weird laughter. He withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath, suppressing the strange emotions in his heart.

Just then, a streak of ink-green light tore through the sky, crashing down like a meteorite not far in front of Zichuan and kicking up a cloud of dust.

As the dust settled, Du Busi's tall figure appeared. He was still wearing the same grey tight-fitting outfit, his short ink-green hair standing on end, but his entire aura had undergone a earth-shattering change.

Standing there, he didn't look like a person, but rather a towering, immovable sacred mountain. The aura naturally radiating from his body was incomparably domineering, as if even the space around him was slightly distorted.

His eyes were sharper and deeper, flashing with brilliance as they opened and closed, and every movement carried a sense of natural, innate power.

"Teacher!" Zichuan's eyes lit up, and he went to greet him.

Seeing Zichuan, a smile appeared on Du Busi's face, a smile that seemed to carry a heavy weight. "Good disciple, you've been waiting a long time, haven't you?"

"Teacher, have you broken through? Are you a level 99 Limit Douluo?" Zichuan asked with pleasant surprise, sensing the unfathomable aura emanating from Du Busi, which was several times stronger than it had been half a year ago.

Du Busi shook his head upon hearing this, a hint of reflection and even more soaring fighting spirit appearing on his face:

"It's not that easy. Level 99 is the limit of mortals, the final step before touching the threshold of the god-level. With the help of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and the spiritual energy here, I have completely broken through the barrier of level 98 and stepped into the realm of level 99. However, I have only just entered; I am still far from the peak of this realm, let alone the legendary demigod or quasi-god status."

He paused, a terrifying brilliance erupting in his eyes:

"However, this is enough! After half a year of seclusion, the gains are immense! Not only have I stabilized my realm, but my understanding of the Self Martial Soul has also progressed! But to truly reach perfection, I must return to the sect and use the Body Secret Land to cultivate the sect's supreme secret techniques!"

He looked at Zichuan and waved his hand: "We've been out long enough; it's time to go back! The Body Sect is our root! Come, let's go home with your teacher!"

Zichuan nodded, took one last look at the direction where Tang Ya had disappeared, then turned and walked toward Du Busi without a hint of reluctance.

Du Busi pulled Zichuan in, his dark green soul power erupting into a brilliant streak of light that shot into the sky, speeding away toward the northeast, where the Body Sect was located.

The gale howled, and the mountains and rivers beneath their feet retreated in a blur.

Protected by Du Busi, Zichuan felt the soul power and speed of his teacher, which were far more formidable than they had been half a year ago, and his heart filled with anticipation.

The Body Sect—there, he would find forthright fellow disciples, teachers who protected their own, abundant resources, and... an opponent like Long Aotian.

He lowered his head to look at his own hands, feeling the surging power of destruction and life within his body, as well as the "well-behaved" soul spirits and the two supreme divine consciousnesses residing in his Sea of Consciousness.

Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Tang Ya, Iron Blood Sect, Godly Trial... the experiences of the past half-year flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Then, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile of satisfaction and anticipation that even he himself had not noticed.