บท 368: Focalors Sympathy
The competition was in full swing. Today, not only were there matches featuring Titled Douluo, but there were also contests for those at the Spirit Douluo level.
As for the lower-level Soul Saints and below, there were relatively smaller arenas for them to fight in.
As Hu Liena had speculated, Dugu Yan had indeed broken through to level sixty during the past six months and had obtained her sixth spirit ring.
However, she didn't sign up for the Soul Saint track but instead registered for the Soul Emperor track.
This caused a lot of frustration among the other Soul Emperors. Even though Dugu Yan had just broken through to the Soul Emperor level, defeating these veterans was as easy as child's play for her.
It was clear that Dugu Yan would effortlessly claim the first place in the Soul Emperor track.
Hu Liena and her companions registered for the Soul King track. If Dugu Yan hadn't been there, they might have signed up for the Soul Emperor track. But with Dugu Yan around, challenging her by moving up a level would be courting death...
"If only I had her kind of luck," Yan muttered softly after witnessing yet another one of Dugu Yan's victories.
A level sixty-two taking on a level sixty-nine—under normal circumstances, how could a level sixty-two possibly defeat a level sixty-nine?
But Dugu Yan, in this case, didn't even consider her opponent a challenge. She won the match with a single punch, shattering the dreams of an elderly Soul Emperor!
Just one punch, and the elderly Soul Emperor was sent flying out of the ring.
It was truly terrifying.
In the Soul Ancestor category, there was a rather peculiar contestant.
As a defense-type Spirit Master, he had a spirit ability that allowed him to swap places with his opponent!
When faced with strong opponents around level forty-eight or forty-nine, he would simply jump off the platform, and midway through, use his spirit ability to swap places with his opponent, securing a win without lifting a finger.
The day passed quickly, and as night fell, only the staff remained in the giant arena.
Cleaning up the arena took quite some time as well.
"After a whole day of work, Miss Focalors, would you be interested in taking a stroll and having a drink?"
Neuvillette spoke calmly, his eyes showing no emotion as he spoke, clear as ever.
For humans, today had been exhausting, and they would likely collapse into bed.
But for Neuvillette and Focalors, this amount of work was nothing at all.
"I've never known how to refuse an invitation from Mr. Neuvillette."
Focalors slightly tilted her head, smiling as she spoke.
Hearing this, Neuvillette shuddered slightly before quickly regaining his composure.
His dear companion was determined to carry this romantic evening to the end.
When Neuvillette and Focalors arrived by the river, they were surprised to find many tents set up along the bank.
What was going on?
When did the riverside become so lively?
Was this place a popular spot for social media influencers?
Besides the tents, there were also many couples leisurely strolling by the river, enjoying their dates.
The two of them exchanged a glance, momentarily speechless.
Since there were people here, they decided to go somewhere else.
They nodded in agreement and almost simultaneously turned to walk in the opposite direction.
If they stayed, these couples likely wouldn't be able to continue their dates normally.
This wasn't a joke; it was a fact.
As their true strength gradually became known, even those close to them began to keep some distance.
Mortals and gods—this was a gap that could not be bridged.
Except for their closest family members, no matter how good the relationship was, there would always be a layer of separation.
Fortunately, Neuvillette and Focalors didn't mind this.
They were different from ordinary people to begin with; making too many connections would only be a hindrance to them.
As for the reason, the Golden Crocodile deeply understood.
Among the brothers from his generation, most were long gone.
Family members, even his own sons, had long since...
Qian Daoliu was the leader, no doubt, but that was due to his strength, not his age.
The Golden Crocodile was much older than Qian Daoliu by quite a few years!
Their arrival and departure went unnoticed by the people there, so no one was disturbed.
Upon reaching a hilltop, they found that tables and chairs were meaningless here.
Focalors waved her hand, and three bubbles appeared. The larger one turned into a table, while the smaller ones became chairs.
The two of them sat down almost simultaneously, then looked out at the scenery below the mountain.
"My dear, do you think we can ever go back?" Focalors suddenly turned her head to look at Neuvillette.
The Douluo Continent was nice, but Teyvat—that was their real home.
Under the moonlight, Focalors' expression was slightly melancholic. Although it was faint, Neuvillette still noticed it.
After a brief moment of thought, Neuvillette produced two cups made of pure water from seemingly nowhere and handed one to Focalors.
Once she took the cup, Navilat finally spoke, "If we were able to come to the Douluo Continent, there must be a way to go back."
There were some things he still couldn't bring himself to say.
In his memory, the Douluo Continent was just a novel, a comic, an anime—virtual, illusory.
And Teyvat was just a game.
Yet, he had actually traveled to the Douluo Continent and inherited everything from the Water Dragon King, Neuvillette, except the original memories and power.
Existence itself justifies reason.
If one could travel between worlds, what else could be considered unreasonable?
"Then, if there really comes a day when we can go back, will you be reluctant to leave the Douluo Continent?"
"I will."
Neuvillette answered without hesitation.
He had no memories of Teyvat, so to him, the Douluo Continent was naturally much better than Teyvat.
Here, he had a grandfather who raised him.
Hearing this, Focalors smiled as if she had expected this answer.
To love someone is to not force them into difficult decisions.
With Focalors' intelligence and emotional insight, she would never ask a question like "Will you come with me or stay on the Douluo Continent?"
"My dear, I actually don't want to go back."
"???"
For a moment, Neuvillette was stunned.
What did Focalors mean by this?
"It took so much effort to be freed from the throne; if we go back, who knows if we'll face the same choices again?"
"The current Fontaine no longer needs either of us."
Focalors spoke lazily. When she became the second Hydro Archon, it was a role she had been forced into.
Focalors indeed didn't want to go back, but she did want to see what Fontaine was like now.
And also to see her human side, Furina.
If she owed anyone the most, it wasn't Neuvillette, the Water Dragon King, but her own human side.
As a mere human, Furina bore the weight for five hundred years.
Such a feat, even for some long-lived beings, might be impossible.
As a mortal, Furina did it for Fontaine.
Neuvillette didn't say much; he understood what Focalors meant.
If there was a chance, going back for a look would be good.
He also wondered how Furina was doing.
When he crossed over, the story hadn't updated to reveal what happened to Furina.
"Miss Focalors, my goal is to judge the Heaven. If we get the chance, we..."
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