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Compared to the immense "Abyssal Plane," the potent "Heart's Blood of Life" residing within Ye Lan required absolutely no absorption process. All he truly needed to do was manipulate his supreme authority over the "Douluo Consciousness," seamlessly converting this "Heart's Blood of Life" directly into pristine "Immortal Spirit Energy." The sudden emergence of this "Immortal Spirit Energy" would serve as a powerful catalyst, rapidly accelerating the evolutionary process of Planet Douluo.
To understand this in simple terms, the total volume of Soul Power native to Planet Douluo was originally a fixed, unchangeable amount. However, as Planet Douluo continuously absorbed the vast Abyssal Plane, this total volume of Soul Power would gradually and steadily increase, with a portion of that standard "Soul Power" slowly refining itself into the much higher-tier "Immortal Spirit Energy." Right now, however, what Ye Lan was doing bypassed that slow process entirely; he was directly injecting pure, unadulterated "Immortal Spirit Energy" straight into the very core of "Planet Douluo."
At this very moment, Ye Lan could acutely sense that a certain upper limit within his own body was experiencing a drastic and precipitous decline. With approximately every passing minute, his foundational vitality was plummeting by an amount equivalent to the entire life force of a Tier 1 God. His absolute maximum life capacity was currently undergoing a high-speed conversion, transforming directly into the nourishing Immortal Spirit Energy for Planet Douluo.
Despite this alarming drain, Ye Lan paid it absolutely no mind. His maximum life limit? It was trivial. All he had to do was trigger the effects of his "Heartsteel" to stack a few more times; it really wouldn't take much time at all to recover.
Right now, his definitive plan was to take the boundless life force he had relentlessly accumulated through "Heartsteel" and convert it entirely into the "Immortal Spirit Energy" of Planet Douluo, thereby forcibly raising the absolute upper limits of the entire planet. As for where exactly the seemingly infinite life force generated by "Heartsteel" originally came from? Or whether its very existence even complied with the fundamental laws of the conservation of energy? To those questions, Ye Lan could only offer a nonchalant shrug and say, "Go ask the Goddess of Welfare."
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong, alongside countless human inhabitants and Spirit Beasts scattered across Planet Douluo, sensed the monumental changes occurring within their world with absolute shock and unparalleled awe. Previously, when Planet Douluo was simply absorbing the Abyssal Plane, countless landmasses and lifeforms had grown with such vigorous vitality that a single day of progress felt as though an entire year had passed. Yet, compared to that, the miraculous transformations taking place within Planet Douluo right now were so intense that a single minute of change was fully comparable to an entire year of natural evolution!!
Countless individuals tilted their heads upward, watching in breathless wonder as the previously five-colored sky gradually shifted and expanded into a radiant, nine-colored expanse. With every single breath of this newly enriched air they drew into their lungs, they felt a sensation so profoundly uplifting it was as if their mortal bodies were preparing to ascend to the heavens.
This incredibly potent sensation was by no means a mere illusion. While it was true that their mortal bodies were entirely incapable of converting this ambient "Immortal Spirit Energy" into actual Divine Power, merely breathing it in was more than enough to significantly extend their natural lifespans. And the profound benefits did not stop at mere longevity. From this monumental day forward, almost every single human born on Planet Douluo would be practically guaranteed to awaken with innate Soul Power. Furthermore, the innate aptitudes and foundational talents acquired by the countless Spirit Beasts roaming the land would be drastically improved to unprecedented heights!!!
Ultimately, the absolute upper potential of every single lifeform existing upon Planet Douluo would be pushed to unimaginable new peaks!!!
Countless people harbored deep, profound gratitude for the immense grace Ye Lan had bestowed upon them by continuously elevating Planet Douluo toward the majestic heights of a true God Realm. In the invisible, intangible depths of reality, these myriad lifeforms—entirely unconsciously—began to channel an overwhelming, tidal wave of the Power of Faith directly into Ye Lan's physical body.
In what felt like a fleeting moment, Ye Lan had meticulously and completely converted exactly nine-tenths of his total vitality—a staggering sum equating to the life energy of more than four entire God Kings—into the pure, enriching Immortal Spirit Energy that now saturated Planet Douluo.
Although this vast infusion of Immortal Spirit Energy was not quite sufficient to immediately elevate Planet Douluo to the exalted standards of the original, overarching "God Realm," within the omniscient perception of the "Douluo Consciousness," the newly forged Douluo God Realm was already robust enough to sustain and carry the immense weight of two complete Tier 1 Divine Seats. Moreover, as time continued to flow and the planet further stabilized, the number of Divine Seats that Planet Douluo could safely accommodate would steadily and continuously increase!!
Because he held a commanding sixty percent of the total Douluo Authority within his body, and due to the fact that countless inhabitants of Planet Douluo were fervently contributing their Power of Faith to him, a unique phenomenon occurred. At this specific juncture, his intrinsic title as the "Lord of Douluo" did not simply grant Ye Lan a raw, fifty-fold multiplicative amplification to his Soul Power as it might have in the past.
Instead, those phenomenal energies directly condensed and crystallized to form the exclusive "Lord of Douluo" Tier 1 Divine Seat. Upon its formation, Ye Lan automatically and effortlessly acquired the comprehensive, overwhelming combat prowess of a peak-stage Tier 1 God. Furthermore, as the relentless march of time pressed onward, the stronger and more prosperous Planet Douluo became, the more terrifyingly powerful the attributive bonuses granted by the "Lord of Douluo" Divine Seat would become.
However, despite the magnitude of this ascension, Ye Lan genuinely did not care about it in the slightest. In his eyes, it was ultimately just a Tier 1 God; he simply did not value this relatively minor addition to his already unfathomable combat power.
In the very next fleeting second, Ye Lan seamlessly engaged his absolute "Lord of Douluo" authority, instantly warping space to return directly to Bibi Dong's side.
"Teacher, I am now officially beginning the process of condensing Planet Douluo's 'Divine Seat of Rakshasa' exclusively for you!" Ye Lan announced with a bright tone.
Bibi Dong gently raised a delicate silk scarf, tenderly wiping the glistening beads of sweat that had formed on Ye Lan's forehead. Her voice was laced with unmistakable distress and deep affection as she softly asked, "Is it really okay for you to consume so much of your own energy, Little Lan?"
Experiencing his beloved teacher's genuine, tender thoughtfulness caused a profound surge of warmth to blossom within Ye Lan's heart.
"Please, put your mind at ease. This is a trivial matter that can be completely resolved in just a few short minutes!!" Ye Lan reassured her with a radiant, confident smile.
Following his words, Ye Lan firmly drew out the fearsome "Heavenly Saint Fissure Abyss Halberd." As a brilliant, blinding flash of golden Soul Power erupted from the center of his palm, he actively severed and separated exactly thirty percent of his total "Lord of Douluo" authority. At that exact moment, a mesmerizing, profoundly deep blue cluster of ethereal light materialized in the air before them. Tapping into his vast reserves, Ye Lan fully unleashed his "God King-level Spiritual Power." By meticulously weaving together the ambient "Immortal Spirit Energy" of Planet Douluo with his own profound, intrinsic comprehension of the foundational "Rules of Rakshasa," he formally commenced the arduous process of forging and condensing the Divine Seat of Rakshasa.
After a considerably long period of intense, focused concentration, a distinctly purple, bizarrely ugly-yet-somehow-cute miniature spider finally materialized, resting perfectly still within the center of Ye Lan's open palm.
"What is this...?!!" Bibi Dong gasped, her beautiful eyes widening as she stared at the strange, ugly-cute spider resting in Ye Lan's hand with palpable surprise.
"Teacher, this right here is the fully realized Divine Seat of Rakshasa that I have personally condensed just for you. I guarantee that it is flawlessly and completely compatible with the deepest essence of your Martial Soul!!" Ye Lan beamed, his smile reflecting his immense satisfaction.
Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotion, Bibi Dong threw her arms tightly around Ye Lan's neck, pulling him close to plant a deep, fierce, and incredibly passionate kiss directly upon his cheek!!
"Teacher, allow me to formally initiate the divine ascension ritual on your behalf!! Dwelling deep within your body, I have already clearly sensed the burgeoning, concentrated faith of countless devoted citizens of the Douluo Empire. All you need to do now is patiently and methodically absorb this spider, taking it step by step. As for the colossal reservoir of Divine Power strictly required to successfully ascend and become a true God, Planet Douluo currently has more than enough to supply you!! Every single trace of that ambient 'Immortal Spirit Energy' can be flawlessly converted into the pure Divine Power you need!!" Ye Lan explained, his voice filled with fervent encouragement.
"Your teacher understands perfectly!! Lan'er, once your teacher officially ascends and becomes a God, I will..."
Bibi Dong murmured, her flawlessly pale cheeks suddenly flushing a deep, brilliant shade of crimson as she leaned in to whisper a secret promise directly into Ye Lan's ear. The incredibly explicit and provocative nature of her hushed words instantly caused Ye Lan's entire body to burn fiercely with an uncontrollable, blazing inferno of raw desire. Bibi Dong observed Ye Lan's adorably flustered and thoroughly embarrassed state with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. Letting out a soft, melodious chuckle of pure amusement, she gracefully reached out and accepted the peculiar, ugly-cute spider Ye Lan was offering her. Without another moment of hesitation, she firmly began the complex, arduous process of absorbing the absolute power of the "Divine Seat of Rakshasa."
The very instant Bibi Dong began to integrate the Divine Seat of Rakshasa into her being, Ye Lan immediately sensed that her mortal body was undergoing a radical, fundamental metamorphosis. Every single meridian pathway, every fiber of her flesh and blood, and the deeply ingrained Soul Bones within her very framework were rapidly evolving, violently pushing themselves toward a vastly higher, transcendental plane of existence. Simultaneously, her vast oceans of mortal Soul Power were gradually and irrevocably being transmuted into pure, unadulterated Rakshasa Divine Power. As the hours and days steadily slipped away, thick, swirling tendrils of dense purple Immortal Spirit Energy began to manifest, completely surrounding Bibi Dong's floating form until they wove together to form an impenetrable, brilliantly glowing purple cocoon.
Several tense days passed in this manner, with Ye Lan remaining utterly vigilant, standing guard over Bibi Dong during every single waking moment without a shred of rest.
It was only when he finally, conclusively verified that the vast reserves of Soul Power inside her body had been entirely and flawlessly transformed into genuine Divine Power that Ye Lan finally permitted himself to let out a long, heavy sigh of immense relief. At this crucial juncture, the erratic, overwhelming aura that Bibi Dong had been unconsciously radiating finally stabilized, settling into a calm, terrifyingly powerful rhythm. From this point forward, Bibi Dong merely needed to follow the natural progression, patiently and methodically inheriting the full might of the Divine Seat of Rakshasa step by step. He knew with absolute certainty that it was now fundamentally impossible for any unforeseen accidents or tragic failures to occur.
Taking a moment to analyze the profound metaphysical shifts occurring before him, Ye Lan carefully estimated that the comprehensive process of fully inheriting the Divine Seat would likely take roughly an entire month to conclude. To ensure her absolute safety during this critical period, he meticulously crafted a profoundly concealed, utterly impenetrable "Unknowable Spiritual Domain," perfectly isolating the exact physical location where Bibi Dong was currently meditating.
Once her absolute security was guaranteed, Ye Lan simultaneously activated a complex array of his abilities: "Void Thought," "Life Sharing," "Heartsteel," and "Formless Form." By pushing these abilities to their absolute limits, he managed to successfully trigger the stacking effect of "Heartsteel" an astonishing seven hundred and thirty consecutive times. Following this rapid sequence, his immense vitality violently surged, forcibly restoring itself until it had reached an apocalyptic magnitude exactly ninety-nine times greater than the total life force of a standard Tier 1 God.
Acutely sensing the absurd, world-breaking volume of ninety-nine Tier 1 Gods' worth of vitality currently coursing fiercely through his veins, Ye Lan could only offer a helpless, slightly exasperated smile. He had to admit, the scaling strength and sheer, unadulterated potential of Heartsteel was simply far too terrifying.
Undeterred, he focused his intent and decisively triggered "Heartsteel" yet again, brutally forcing his foundational vitality to shatter its previous absolute limits and forcefully breach the legendary God King level.
The exact moment he crossed this monumental threshold, Ye Lan could vaguely but undeniably feel the surrounding fabric of space beginning to violently shudder, groaning as if reality itself was on the verge of entirely collapsing under the sheer pressure of his existence. Recognizing the imminent danger, he wisely chose to temporarily halt his relentless pace of blindly stacking "Heartsteel." Instead, he resolved to shift his immediate focus; he decided that it was time to go find Little Xue and assist her in meticulously condensing her very own "Divine Seat of Seraphim."
Relying on the near-omniscient, sweeping perception granted to him by his "Void Thought," Ye Lan effortlessly pinpointed Qian Renxue's precise location in an instant.
At this exact moment in time, Little Xue was sequestered away within the grand halls of the Spirit Hall. She was currently passing the time by listlessly and boredly fiddling with a small, handcrafted doll, while her beautiful eyes drifted continuously, casting faint, longing glances toward the distant horizon where Spirit City lay.
"Guess who I am!" Ye Lan's voice suddenly rang out as he seemingly materialized out of thin air directly behind Qian Renxue. A playful smile danced across his lips as he gently reached out, covering her eyes with both of his warm hands.
"It undeniably has to be that massive, infuriating bad guy!!" Qian Renxue declared. Without a moment's hesitation, she swiftly spun around and sank her teeth hard into Ye Lan's shoulder in a sharp, punishing bite.
"Ye Lan, shouldn't you be off keeping that other woman company right now?" Qian Renxue demanded, her voice dripping with a thick, unmistakable layer of jealousy and deep resentment.
"Could it possibly be because I missed you far too much? Here, quickly, take a look at what this is?!" Ye Lan laughed warmly, reaching out to hand her the incredibly detailed, utterly adorable chibi-style "Q-version" Qian Renxue figure that he had spent considerable time painstakingly condensing in advance.
The very instant Qian Renxue laid her eyes upon the brilliantly crafted "Q-version" doll, the heavy, bitter resentment she had been harboring toward Ye Lan miraculously evaporated into thin air.
"Oh my goodness, it is unbelievably cute!!!" Qian Renxue gasped, her voice filled with absolute, unbridled surprise and sheer delight.
"But of course it is! After all, this is a perfect, flawless replica of Little Xue herself!!" Ye Lan replied, his smile widening.
"Wait a minute, hold on... why am I distinctly sensing the overwhelming, unmistakable aura of the Seraphim Godhood radiating from deep within this little thing!?" Qian Renxue questioned, her tone shifting to one of profound shock and deep confusion.
"Well, naturally! This is my ultimate, grand gift exclusively for you! Little Xue!! Hurry up and begin absorbing it right this instant!! The supreme God of Angels is destined to be my foremost, greatest wife; my heart races with excitement just thinking about the sheer prospect of it!" Ye Lan declared boldly, reaching out to playfully and affectionately pinch Qian Renxue's cute little nose.
Qian Renxue's fair cheeks instantly ignited, flushing a brilliant, burning shade of crimson. She lowered her head, carefully and thoroughly scrutinizing the exquisite little Q-version doll resting delicately in her hands, before murmuring in a remarkably reluctant tone, "I... I really can't bear to part with it..."
"Little Xue, you need to understand, this is a genuine Divine Seat—an ultimate treasure that countless billions of people across history could only ever wildly dream of obtaining! Stop hesitating and hurry up and absorb it already!" Ye Lan urged her gently.
"I know, but... but this is a deeply precious gift that you personally gave to me!" Qian Renxue protested stubbornly.
Hearing her reasoning, Ye Lan finally understood the root of her hesitation; he realized that Qian Renxue was genuinely reluctant to watch a sentimental gift he had personally crafted for her simply disappear into nothingness. Touched by her sentiment, he gently raised a hand to affectionately rub the top of Qian Renxue's head, softly promising, "Please, put your heart at ease. I swear to you, the very moment you finally wake up from your ascension, you will definitively open your eyes to see ten of these exact same dolls waiting for you!!"
"Absolutely not!! That isn't enough!! I demand exactly one hundred of them!!"
"Alright, alright, it's a deal!!" Ye Lan immediately nodded, easily agreeing to her steep demands.
Seeing that Ye Lan had so readily and definitively agreed to her terms, Qian Renxue finally let go of her stubborn hesitations and solemnly began the intense process of absorbing the unfathomable power contained within the "Divine Seat of Seraphim."
As she entered her deep state of meditation, Ye Lan stood steadfastly by her side, vigilantly guarding Qian Renxue against any potential threats. At the exact same time, he expertly began rapidly condensing individual blades of "Slender Blue Silver Grass," meticulously and patiently weaving them together to craft the promised mountain of Q-version dolls exclusively for Qian Renxue. After he had successfully and flawlessly finished weaving all one hundred of the requested "Q-version dolls," Ye Lan finally took a breath and activated his omniscient "Void Thought." With this profound ability engaged, he seamlessly split his immense focus, perfectly and simultaneously looking after both his teacher and Little Xue as they each steadily navigated the perilous, monumental journey of ascending to true Godhood.
It was undeniably true that he had proactively severed and completely converted his supreme authority as the "Lord of Douluo" into the "Divine Seat of Rakshasa" and the "Divine Seat of Seraphim," freely giving them away to empower Little Xue and his teacher. However, even though he currently lacked the absolute, overarching "God's perspective" natively provided by the "Lord of Douluo" title, he was still perfectly capable of accurately perceiving every single minute detail and unfolding situation across the entirety of Planet Douluo by relying entirely upon his boundless "Void Thought."
Furthermore, due to the incredibly unique, inherent characteristic of his "Gods Cannot Be Looked Upon Directly" trait—which naturally improved the favorability of others toward him—his already violently polarized and enhanced spiritual sense communication abilities had reached unprecedented heights. Through this terrifying nexus of power, he could simultaneously utilize his "Life Sharing" ability to establish a direct, unbreakable link with the life forces of every single living entity currently residing upon Planet Douluo.
A few more quiet days peacefully slipped by, and Ye Lan suddenly perceived an incredibly interesting and highly unexpected series of events unfolding in the distance. Specifically, he sensed that Tang San had successfully hunted down and decisively killed the "Slaughter King," and immediately following this act, he had urgently returned to the sacred grounds of the Sea God Temple.
While Ye Lan honestly couldn't entirely figure out the underlying logic or the precise reasons why Tang San had felt the need to execute the "Slaughter King," he certainly didn't want to completely miss out on watching the grand, undoubtedly dramatic spectacle of Tang San attempting to ascend to Godhood. Therefore, while maintaining his ironclad, unwavering guard over his teacher and Little Xue during their respective divine ascensions, he actively extended his vast senses outward, keenly observing Tang San's own aggressive push toward Godhood.
Meanwhile, in the newly minted Douluo God Realm, upon the distant shores of Sea God Island.
Because Planet Douluo had miraculously evolved and successfully ascended into the status of a Douluo Primary God Realm, the fundamental density of the world had changed. The advanced spatial manipulation abilities previously comprehended and effortlessly utilized by those at the original Limit Douluo rank were now completely incapable of tearing through or breaking the heavily fortified fabric of space within this newly formed Douluo God Realm.
Deeply aggrieved and intensely frustrated by this sudden limitation, Tang San had absolutely no other choice but to resign himself to a long, arduous physical flight, traveling the vast distance from the sinister "Slaughter City" all the way to the remote Sea God Island by entirely conventional means. Although the glorious, highly convenient spatial privileges previously afforded to a Limit Douluo had unceremoniously vanished, causing him immense initial grievance, Tang San's shoulders were currently trembling slightly under his robes. Try as he might, he simply could not completely hide the overwhelming, manic joy swelling wildly within his heart.
It was almost done!! The final pieces were falling into place; it was almost entirely done!!
He, the great Tang San, was truly on the absolute precipice of becoming a supreme, unprecedented Double God!!!
That overly glorified, so-called absolute number one Limit Douluo on land had ultimately proven to be nothing more than a pathetic stepping stone, Tang San snorted lightly to himself, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. By flawlessly executing a brilliant hidden weapon sneak attack, and following it up by mercilessly crushing him with the overwhelming, brute force of the Clear Sky Hammer, that so-called number one Limit Douluo on land had been effortlessly laid low. In a mere instant, he had easily overpowered him, ruthlessly refining his very essence and fully claiming the terrifying Asura Demon Sword for himself.
Moreover, after viciously and entirely devouring Tang Chen's potent, ancestral bloodline, he could tangibly feel that his own foundational aptitude and bodily potential had grown vastly stronger and far more terrifyingly robust!!
Screaming through the sky like a violently blazing, blood-red meteor, Tang San deliberately imitated the devastating, high-impact landing style he had once seen Ye Lan utilize. He viciously smashed directly into the solid bedrock immediately outside the Sea God Temple, violently blasting countless chunks of scorched dirt and jagged gravel wildly into the air.
After the dust settled and he confidently strode out from the center of the deep, smoking crater he had just created, he immediately locked eyes with an incredibly anxious, visibly frantic Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang practically lunged forward, his voice pitching into an odd, desperate, and somewhat shrill yin-yang tone as he anxiously shouted, "Little San!! Thank the heavens, you are finally here!!"
"If you had delayed coming here any longer, it is highly likely that the monstrous forces of the Spirit Hall and the Douluo Empire would completely beat us to the punch and become true Gods one step ahead of us!!"
"If anyone from that wretched Douluo Empire manages to successfully ascend and become a God before we do, then every single one of us is utterly and completely finished!!!"
"Exactly what are you so blindly anxious about? Where on earth could they possibly even acquire a genuine Divine Seat?" Tang San snorted lightly, his voice dripping with condescension and arrogant disbelief.
"Little San!! I swear to you, this is absolutely not just my own baseless nonsense speaking! This terrifying truth is exactly what the High Priestess of the Sea God, Lord Bo Saixi herself, personally stated! She gravely warned us that the current Planet Douluo has undergone a miraculous evolution and has literally transformed into a completely new God Realm."
"And right now, the only two terrifying individuals within the ranks of the Douluo Empire who definitively possess the requisite aptitude to become true Gods are Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong. Both of those monsters have successfully broken through and reached a terrifying Level 100 cultivation. But far more importantly than even that, they have actively ordered the construction of countless grand Seraphim Temples and sinister Rakshasa Temples all across the vast territories of the Douluo Empire."
"You must understand, aside from relying strictly upon inheriting a pre-existing Divine Seat, successfully ascending to Godhood can also be fully achieved by gathering and relying upon an overwhelming ocean of the Power of Faith."
"Given the incredibly potent, highly elevated current state and situation of Planet Douluo, it is a very real, terrifying possibility that they truly might successfully ascend and become Gods on their own!"
"What's more, you cannot forget that the core, inherited Martial Soul of the Spirit Hall—the legendary Six-Winged Angel—is fundamentally a genuine, God-level Martial Soul in its own right. Ancient legends explicitly state that the core Angel family undeniably possesses a complete, fully intact Divine Seat inheritance that has been fiercely guarded and passed down from generation to generation within their most sacred halls!!"
"Which is exactly to say, it is a very real, very imminent threat that they truly might successfully become true Gods one crucial step ahead of you, Little San!!"
Since the grave information ultimately originated from his own grandmother, Tang San forced himself to endure the annoyance and patiently listened until Yu Xiaogang had finally finished his frantic, rambling speech.
After quietly digesting the information, Tang San merely let out a cold, dismissive sneer. "Even if they miraculously manage to become true Gods, so what? It changes absolutely nothing! I currently possess the supreme ability to flawlessly inherit the dual divine positions of both the mighty Sea God and the terrifying Asura God right now!!"
Tang San confidently reached down, his hand firmly grasping the hilt of the ominous Asura Demon Sword resting at his waist. As his fingers wrapped around it, his arrogant confidence swelled to unprecedented heights, and he abruptly threw his head back, laughing loudly and maniacally into the sky. "Since the very dawn and initial emergence of the original God Realm, I am destined to be the absolute first, supreme God in all of recorded history to simultaneously possess and wield a Double Divine Seat!!!"
"Oh, that is incredibly good to hear!! That is so incredibly good!!" Yu Xiaogang heavily gasped, finally breathing a profound, shuddering sigh of pure relief.
"Little San, after you successfully ascend and solidify your power as a God, Erlong and I will finally be able to rely entirely on your divine grace to ascend to the God Realm alongside you, where we can peacefully enjoy eternal life and endless blessings." A brilliant, greedy trace of desperate hope fiercely flashed deep within Yu Xiaogang's dilated pupils.
Upon clearly hearing the sheer, unadulterated delusion dripping from Yu Xiaogang's ridiculously optimistic words, Tang San immediately let out a cold, mocking sneer strictly within the confines of his own heart.
"Mmm-hmm," Tang San hummed vaguely, offering an incredibly flat, non-committal response.
Faced with Tang San's incredibly blatant, brushing perfunctoriness, Yu Xiaogang was entirely oblivious and didn't think much of it at all. Instead, he eagerly and subserviently hurried to follow closely behind Tang San, frantically bustling about both in front of and behind his disciple like an overly excited servant. He loudly and obnoxiously boasted about his supreme apprentice to any of the nearby aboriginal residents of Sea God Island and the Guardians of the Seven Sacred Pillars who would listen, arrogantly declaring to everyone that Tang San would very soon successfully ascend to become their absolute lord, the new Sea God!!!
Countless devout, deeply pious residents of Sea God Island gazed upon the completely indifferent, utterly aloof Tang San with overwhelming reverence shining in their eyes. Completely awestruck by his presence, they immediately and unanimously fell to their knees, bowing deeply to passionately worship him.
Tang San felt profoundly at peace, calmly and arrogantly accepting their fervent worship as if it were his absolute birthright. As he soaked in their adoration, his mind began to rapidly calculate, deeply analyzing whether Qian Renxue and the inheritor of Rakshasa would genuinely manage to become Gods before he could fully complete his own ascension.
As for Ye Lan, widespread rumors stated that his absolute maximum cultivation level was definitively stuck at a mere Level 95. Since it was an undisputed, fundamental law of reality that it was fundamentally impossible to even attempt to become a God without first successfully reaching the absolute peak of Level 99, Tang San entirely dismissed him.
Therefore, Tang San immediately and definitively excluded Ye Lan from his mental list of any potential threats. After intensely pondering the complex situation for a short while longer, Tang San's dark thoughts inevitably drifted toward the original Sea God Poseidon and the mighty Asura God.
Even though he fiercely and selfishly did not want to hand over his absolute control and dominance over the newly established Douluo God Realm to any other reigning entities, his hands were somewhat tied. He had already been forced to formally swear a binding, unbreakable oath upon his very own Divine Soul that immediately after successfully becoming a God, he would have absolutely no choice but to forcefully expose the precise cosmic coordinates of the newly formed Douluo God Realm to the wider universe.
Regardless of the massive, inherent risks involved in doing so, he reasoned that in any worst-case scenario, these two supreme, ancient Gods would undeniably serve as his absolute strongest foreign aid. Furthermore, he was supremely confident that by fully relying upon the overwhelming, unadulterated power granted by his dual Divine Seats, he would be completely capable of aggressively suppressing both the Sea God Poseidon and the Asura God if they ever dared to step out of line.
When that glorious, inevitable time finally comes, won't they be entirely forced to bow their heads and absolutely submit to my supreme rule?
Thinking deeply of this highly desirable outcome, the frantic, chaotic anxieties swirling within Tang San's heart gradually and completely calmed down, replaced by a cold, calculating certainty. After casually casting a slight, incredibly arrogant nod in the general direction of Ma Hongjun and Oscar to acknowledge their presence, he confidently turned and purposefully strode directly toward the towering, majestic entrance of the Sea God Temple.
Yu Xiaogang and the rest of the eager entourage immediately attempted to follow closely behind him, desperately wanting to enter the hallowed halls of the Sea God Temple as well. However, at this exact moment, they were violently rebuffed and physically stopped dead in their tracks outside the entrance by an incredibly dense, impenetrable, invisible wall of pure, solidified air.
The stern, heavily armored elite guards stationed at the entrance of the Sea God Temple coldly slammed the butts of their spears against the ground and firmly declared, "Any and all personnel who are entirely irrelevant to the ongoing, sacred trials of the Sea God's assessment are strictly and absolutely forbidden from entering these holy premises!!!"
Right at this moment of tense rejection, Ma Hongjun and Oscar were immensely surprised to discover that the invisible barrier simply parted for them; they could effortlessly walk right through and enter the temple grounds.
"Hahaha, well of course! Naturally, since we possess the honorable Purple Level Assessment, we are fully permitted to enter without any issues!! Come on, Ao the Second, let's go inside right now. We absolutely have to go and see exactly how our Third Brother gloriously ascends to become a true God!!!" Ma Hongjun laughed boisterously.
(End of this chapter)