Three years later.
The entire Douluo Continent had long since undergone earth-shaking changes.
The so-called Heaven Dou and Star Luo empires had long since become dust in the annals of history.
Now, the Douluo Continent had only one supreme ruler: Spirit Hall.
No, it should now be called the Martial Soul Divine Hall.
Under Lin Ye's absolute power and iron-fisted rule, the continent's factions had been reshuffled, and every voice of resistance had been completely erased.
Those who obeyed him prospered; those who defied him perished. He had given full expression to that immutable law of the ages.
The world had been united.
Yet Lin Ye, the architect of it all, currently seemed rather... bored out of his mind.
In the rear garden of the Holy Son's Palace, Lin Ye lounged lazily in a rocking chair, basking in the sunlight with narrowed eyes and a stalk of foxtail grass he had picked somewhere dangling from his mouth.
"Ah..."
A long sigh escaped his lips.
"How lonely, how terribly lonely it is... to be invincible..."
He hummed an off-key tune while swinging his crossed leg, his face practically bearing the words "lonely at the top."
Over the past three years, his life had been plain, unadorned, and dull.
Aside from cultivating, he spent every day cuddling with his Big Cat.
Occasionally, when the mood struck, he would offer Chrysanthemum Douluo a few pointers on flower arranging, or listen to that old fox Ning Fengzhi report on the continent's economic development.
His days could hardly have been more leisurely.
The main problem was that he had no opponents left!
Across the entire continent, not a single person could stir even a flicker of interest in him.
Even his nominal teacher, Bibi Dong, had successfully reached Level 99 in Soul Power two years