Battle Throught The Heavens: Reborn Yan Emperor Ts

Douqi Continent, Zhongzhou, Shuangdiyuan.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, the void shattered, and the energy of heaven and earth converged into a milky white vortex in the emptiness.

On the ground, countless people watched silently as events unfolded. Between heaven and earth, except for a few individuals, every person and monster collapsed, their eyes fixed in shock on the spectacle in the sky.

Only the young man in white remained aloft, his eyes burning with a fierce light. His gaze radiated an indomitable fighting spirit that made the very void tremble.

The space around him was continuously rocked by the surging force of his fighting spirit—fracturing and reforming as if one additional surge could shatter it completely. This display left the two figures standing beside him in awed disbelief.

The Dou Di is truly powerful!

Even the mere rise of his fighting spirit causes space to vibrate and crack. A Dou Di strongman is indeed the pinnacle existence in the Douqi Continent!

Behind the young man in white, four men, three women, and three children—each around eleven or twelve years old—stood quietly. Several children clung to the two beautiful women beside them, while those women gently bent forward to embrace a younger child.

One girl, appearing to be about thirteen or fourteen, stood apart with an aura that was almost tangible. Despite her tender age, she had already reached the fearsome level of the late eight-star Fighting Saint! Such extraordinary strength was rare even in the vast Douqi Continent.

One could only imagine how terrifying her power would become in the future.

And yet, at this moment, her bright eyes remained fixed on a figure before her—someone not particularly tall but whose eyes sparkled with an indescribable light...

A similar scene unfolded among the children and the two beautiful women by his side. Their rosy eyes were so overwhelmed with emotion that they barely dared to look at him, fearful that their hearts might burst into tears. Yet if they averted their gaze, they worried they might never see him again—afraid that in a blink he might vanish forever.

After all, none of them knew what fate awaited them today.

The two beautiful women gazed at the young man in white with shining eyes, their lips pressed tightly together. A hint of reluctance shone in their slightly reddened eyes. They longed to speak, yet their words remained unuttered. For the man before them, all they could do was trust him completely—believing in his strength, in the power he wielded, without a trace of worry.

"I have finally waited for this day. It seems our ancestors were right—Dou Qi is not the end of this world. There is indeed a peak above Dou Qi!"

Xiao Yan stared at the jade bottle in his hand. In his deep, radiant pupils, a strange, gorgeous fire surged, and his expression grew ever more determined.

At that moment, Xiao Yan sensed that the fluctuations of his fighting spirit were intensifying—a feeling he had not experienced in over a decade—and it set his heart ablaze.

"Alas, if I had been there when Xiao Xuan broke through, he might never have vanished from this world."

Nearby, Gu Yuan sighed deeply upon hearing Xiao Yan's words. A trace of guilt passed over his face as he murmured in a low, sorrowful tone.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan laughed heartily and reassured him, "Haha, father-in-law, rest assured—our ancestor Xiao Xuan has not completely disappeared from this world."

"You… what did you say? Xiao Xuan is not dead?"

At these words, both Gu Yuan and Xiao Zhan, who stood beside him, were shocked; even Zhu Kun's eyes lit up. For years, Zhu Kun had heard much about Xiao Xuan and greatly admired him. Now, learning that Xiao Xuan was still alive filled him with joy.

After a while, with a trembling and excited voice, Gu Yuan asked Xiao Yan for further details. They had only known that, to help Xiao Yan's soul power break the constraints of the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm and enter the Emperor Realm, Xiao Xuan had burned his remaining soul power, battled fiercely with the spirit of that Heavenly Tomb, and then dissipated between heaven and earth. They had not known that Xiao Yan had collected the essence of those souls—so when the news came, they were utterly astonished. After Xiao Yan explained, they finally understood.

"Hahahaha, I knew it. With the help of the Heavenly Tomb, he managed to survive. How could he have died so easily? Haha!"

Gu Yuan, now understanding, laughed heartily, looking almost rejuvenated. Xiao Yan smiled as well, aware of the deep guilt that Gu Yuan had long carried for the decline of the Xiao clan—a guilt compounded by the past when the Xiao clan, an ally of the Gu clan, had been destroyed with little assistance from the Gu elders. Although Xiao Yan had risen to become Emperor and revived the Xiao clan, the guilt toward the fallen remained. Now, knowing that Xiao Xuan might be resurrected, that guilt began to fade.

If Xiao Xuan were revived and saw that the Xiao family still thrived—even stronger than before—nothing else would matter. Whatever Xiao Xuan might say then, there would be ample reason to face him.

"Haha, but Xiao Yan, you are such a fool. You never mentioned this before—I've carried this guilt for so many years. Are you trying to get back at me? When you return, you'll have to apologize to me."

Gu Yuan playfully slapped Xiao Yan's shoulder, his eyes locked on Xiao Yan's as he laughed. Xiao Yan understood the playful rebuke and nodded silently. Sensing his thoughts, Gu Yuan frowned as if to add something more, but Xiao Yan quickly changed the subject, laughing:

"Father-in-law, I didn't do this on purpose. Over the years, I was never sure I could revive our ancestor, so I dared not jump to conclusions. But today, when I sensed a change in his soul, I became confident that I could bring him back!"

"As for this journey, I don't know if I'll return alive—but I will do my utmost to come back and apologize to you."

After a brief, meaningful glance between them, Xiao Yan turned away from Gu Yuan, whose expression grew somber, and instead looked at the strange milky white vortex in the void—now motionless, no longer gathering the energy of heaven and earth.

Xiao Yan placed his hands behind his back, and his aura suddenly calmed, as though he were an ordinary man with no cultivation at all. He stared intently at the white vortex only a few feet away, as if trying to peer through it entirely.

Though he stood silently, a sudden surge emerged from nowhere—a momentum like a razor-sharp sword that split the sky, pierced the void, and reached its very edge.

In the ten years since Xiao Yan became Emperor, he had visited many ancient tombs of the Dou Emperors. Though most had been destroyed by outsiders, a few remained hidden. Even so, the information he gathered was but a drop in the bucket for him.

Yet, a year ago, everything changed. Xiao Yan had a strong premonition that the method to revive Xiao Xuan would be discovered soon—and now, that premonition had come true. The key to resurrecting Xiao Xuan lay in the milky white energy vortex before him.

"Ancestor Xiao Xuan, I, Xiao Yan, will finally repay your kindness!"

Staring at the vortex, Xiao Yan then turned his gaze to Xun'er and Cai Lin. The two girls looked at him with red, teary eyes, their glances filled with reluctant love.

Xiao Yan stretched out his arms, embracing the two girls and their children. He inhaled deeply the faint fragrance emanating from them and, with evident reluctance, said:

"Take care of yourselves and the children. Wait for me to return."

The two girls closed their eyes in silent agreement. Then, Xiao Yan looked at the little girl nestled in his arms, a warm smile of love curving his lips as he whispered:

"Xiaoxiao, as your big brother, you must take care of your two little brothers for Mommy!"

Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, Xiaoxiao's red eyes filled with tears. She clung tightly to Xiao Yan's neck, her delicate head resting against him as she cried out loudly.

Seeing this, Xun'er and Cai Lin's eyes grew even redder, and tears shone like pearls.

Xiao Yan's heart ached at the sight and sound of his daughter's sobbing, but he knew that if he did not remain calm, his family would worry for him endlessly after his departure.

After gathering his emotions, Xiao Yan picked up Xiaoxiao, smiled warmly, and addressed Xun'er and Cai Lin in a teasing tone:

"You two, this isn't a life-and-death farewell—I'm just off to have some fun. I'm not leaving forever. Why are you crying? Don't you still believe in my strength?"

At his words, Xun'er and Cai Lin quickly composed themselves, exchanged a glance, forced smiles, then gently set Xiaoxiao down. They wiped away the tears from her pink face and carefully placed her between them before turning their attention to the two elders not far behind.

These two elders were undoubtedly the most important figures in Xiao Yan's journey—first, his father, Xiao Zhan, who had always believed in him; and second, Yao Lao, the mentor whose guidance had shaped Xiao Yan's destiny.

Before becoming acquainted with Yao Lao, whether before, during, or after those three lost years, Xiao Zhan had always had unwavering faith in him. Xiao Zhan's capture by the Soul Clan was Xiao Yan's deepest regret. Had he not been impulsive in his youth, his family might never have been destroyed, and his father would not have been captured.

On the other hand, if Xiao Zhan had not been captured, Xiao Yan might not have found the drive to grow stronger. Whether it was a blessing or a curse is hard to say.

And then there was Yao Lao—without the three years of hardship, Yao Lao might never have awakened, and Xiao Yan would not have learned endurance or built the foundation for his cultivation. Those years were pivotal—leading to the breakup with Nalan Yanran, the struggle with the Yunlan Sect, and ultimately, the rise of Xiao Yan to dominate the Black Horn Region, establish the Yan League, and even join forces with the Central Plains to form the Tianfu Alliance. Without those years, the Xiao clan might have perished altogether.

Everything Xiao Yan has now is inseparable from these two figures. Without his father's encouragement and Yao Lao's devoted guidance, Xiao Yan might have faded into obscurity—a forgotten soul in that vast continent. That wondrous land would then become nothing more than a distant memory in his heart.

Now, Yao Lao's strength had reached the level of a six-star Douluo, while Xiao Zhan, though not as powerful, had attained the level of a three-star Douluo. Together, they stood as the strongest figures in the Douluo Continent. There were others stronger than them, but none dared to disrespect them. Even the patriarch of the Yan clan could not compare.

And all this was for Xiao Yan—the supremely powerful man who had saved the entire Douqi Continent!

Xiao Yan then looked at the two old men and suddenly knelt in the air. The onlookers marveled at Yao Lao and Xiao Zhan, proud of the powerful and filial younger generation they had nurtured.

When Yao Lao and Xiao Zhan saw this, they longed to help Xiao Yan rise, but he was a Dou Di—the true pinnacle of power on this continent—and nothing short of a Dou Sheng could stop his actions. Thus, the two elders could only watch as Xiao Yan kowtowed ten times.

"Thank you for raising me, father; thank you for your teachings, teacher. I am unfilial for not being able to repay you. Please take care of your health and rest—your well-being is most important."

At his words, the elders' weathered faces broke into satisfied smiles, their eyes welling with white tears. To have such an outstanding and respectful younger generation made their lives feel truly worthwhile.

After expressing his gratitude, Xiao Yan turned to Zhu Kun, who stood beside him, and asked softly, "Uncle Zhu Kun, what is Zi Yan doing now? Does she not wish to see me off?"

Xiao Yan's tone carried a hint of apology, for he knew everyone was reluctant to part—evidenced even by Little Medical Fairy's absence.

"Haha, nephew Xiao Yan, you needn't ask further. That little girl isn't unwilling to leave you—you'll understand in time. Just go with peace of mind, hahahaha!"

Yet, what Xiao Yan did not expect was that Zhu Kun's response would differ entirely from his own expectations. After seeing the confidence in Zhu Kun's eyes, Xiao Yan fell silent. He then turned toward the relatives and friends who had supported him throughout his journey, scanning their faces one by one.

Liu Qing, Wu Hao, and others could see that, after a few moments, Xiao Yan faced them, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and then turned without looking back to walk toward the milky white energy vortex floating in the void.

For a moment, those behind him were stunned before they gathered themselves. As they watched Xiao Yan's white figure approach the vortex, they bowed their heads, clutched their fists, and cried out in unison:

"Farewell, Emperor Yan! Farewell, Emperor Yan! Farewell, Emperor Yan!"

Their voices echoed until Xiao Yan disappeared completely. Though they did not use their fighting spirit, their unified, resounding shouts paid tribute to the man who had saved the entire Douqi Continent—Emperor Yan, Xiao Yan.