Sense of Accomplishment, Sense of Joy

Back to the East Sea.

The sea breeze blew gently, and the tide rose and fell, washing away the smoke of war clinging to him and scattering the biting, murderous ferocity that had filled the battlefield of Shrek.

Zhong Shenxiu stood above the vast blue waves of the East Sea, his robes fluttering lightly in the sea wind. The lingering holy light and the residual might of thunder around him slowly withdrew into his body. The chessboard struggle on Douluo Continent moments ago, the clash of powers, the bloody battle between life and death, all seemed to have turned into distant dust and clamor behind him.

From beginning to end, his temperament had been detached, his actions decisive. Once the battle was settled, he no longer entangled himself in outside disputes.

With just a thought, the Myriad Creation Dragon God pattern between his brows flashed faintly. Spatial power rippled outward in layers, light and shadow around him shrinking slightly, and his figure broke through the rift in the barrier of the Douluo Plane, returning together with the three great Star Dragons.

In the next instant, heaven and earth shifted, and the plane turned.

The murderous, bone-chilling skies of Douluo completely faded away, replaced by a brand-new world that was clear, vast, and filled with pure qi.

This was the Dragon Fighting Plane.

It was the home he had pulled back from the brink of collapse with his own hands and reshaped from desolation.

Everything before his eyes was utterly different from when he had first arrived here.

He still remembered the past. This ancient plane had been on the verge of shattering, devastated everywhere he looked. The sky had been dim and overcast all year round, dark clouds pressing down, with no sun, moon, or starlight to be seen. The