"Thunder God—"
Looking up at the towering pillar of light, the seven elemental gods had tears in their eyes. Ever since their eldest brother fell, the elemental gods had lost their leader and could only wander the borders of the God Realm's center.
Today, the Thunder God had reappeared, and the elemental gods had finally welcomed their God King. If Shui Bing'er inherited the Ice God position, the elemental gods' camp would be fully complete.
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The Destruction God and the Goddess of Life stood side by side, gazing at the light pillar piercing heaven and earth. Both God Kings wore satisfied smiles.
"Finally… he has succeeded," the Goddess of Life said gently, her emerald-green eyes filled with kindness.
"We have finally fulfilled our promise to Little Thunder, protected his legacy, and awaited the return of the new Thunder God."
Even the usually stern-faced Destruction God showed a rare expression of relief.
He extended his large hand covered in deep red scales and gently held the Goddess of Life's soft, gentle hand.
"Yes. Now we can focus on the next plan without any worries."
A faint purple-black light of destruction flickered in the Destruction God's eyes. Chen Yi inheriting the Thunder God position and ascending to the God Realm not only signified the rise of the elemental god faction but also meant a decisive change in the internal structure of the God Realm Committee!
The new God King was naturally close to them, and his wife had clearly expressed her support for him over the years.
In this way, together with the Life God and Thunder God, they would occupy three of the six great God King seats—half of them.
Considering the entire elemental god camp led by Chen Yi, they would hold an undeniable overwhelming advantage in the God Realm.
Thinking of this, even the ruthless and merciless Destruction God could not help but smile.
After countless years of planning, the God Realm Expansion project finally showed a glimmer of realizable hope!
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Evil God Temple and Good God Temple.
The Evil God and the Good God both sensed the fluctuation caused by the birth of the new God King. The two most ancient God Kings exchanged glances, and genuine smiles appeared on their faces.
"Thunder God has returned to the throne and a new king has been born… This is exactly the catalyst the somewhat stagnant world of the gods needed. Wonderful."
The God of Kindness spoke gently, her eyes shining like stars.
A smile also appeared in the Evil God's deep crimson eyes.
"In this way, once we are relieved of our burdens, the God Realm they govern should become stable."
The two had long grown weary of their daily routines and duties, so Thunder God's return would undoubtedly lift their heavy loads and open the way for them to return to their original lives.
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Asura Temple.
The hall was enveloped in deathly silence and a heavy atmosphere. The Asura God seated on the throne slowly opened his cold crimson eyes and gazed in the direction where the light pillar had risen.
His face remained expressionless, showing neither joy nor anger, as if the birth of the new God King—who had shaken the world of the gods—had nothing to do with him.
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Center of the Demon Realm.
The demon spirit had shed its previous form and regained some of its former sacred outline, but its aura exuded an atmosphere where light and darkness intertwined.
It slowly opened its eyes. Those eyes were incredibly calm, filled with endless vicissitudes and a sense of liberation.
Its gaze quietly turned to Qian Renxue standing directly in front.
At this moment, Qian Renxue's temperament had completely changed from before.
She remained astonishingly beautiful, but the innocence and hesitation that once resided in her eyes had long vanished, replaced by a calm and resolute demeanor born from hardship.
Her aura was harmonious and restrained, subtly resonating with the surrounding light and darkness. It clearly indicated that she had reached the peak of the demigod level and was only one step away from becoming a true god.
Under the selfless guidance of the Angel God, Qian Renxue had digested and absorbed the life experiences and insights of this god-level being at an astonishing speed.
"Thunder God has appeared. A new king will soon be born."
The Angel's voice was gentle as it echoed through the space.
"It is time to complete the final stage, reconstruct the Angel position, and pave the way to divinity."
Qian Renxue nodded solemnly. She realized that the most important and dangerous moment was about to arrive.
The Angel's gaze shifted to Bibi Dong standing in another corner. Bibi Dong wore a magnificent yet eerie dark-purple Rakshasa divine robe, and her tone carried heartfelt gratitude.
"This time… I will have to trouble you."
Bibi Dong's eyes emitted a calm, deep purple light as she nodded lightly. "This is my duty. No need for thanks."
When her gaze turned to Qian Renxue, an unusual gentleness appeared in her eyes. Qian Renxue was her daughter, and being able to guide her daughter to godhood brought her great relief.
Seeing this, the Angel was filled with countless emotions.
Back then, she and the Rakshasa God had not gotten along well due to opposing attributes and different beliefs, occasionally clashing.
Yet because both wielded the power of judgment, they had grown close to the Asura God and regarded each other as soul friends.
Looking back, former allies had betrayed them, while former strangers had greatly contributed to a phoenix-like rebirth.
The irony of life was truly unparalleled.
The Angel regained her composure, suddenly narrowed her eyes, and quietly commanded, "Awaken!"
In an instant, gold and black light overflowed around her. Qian Renxue immediately understood and activated the Angel's sacred position within her body, which was already resonating with her.
Buzz—!
When Qian Renxue activated it, a faint golden light slowly emerged from the void and finally condensed at the center of the three.
Within the light, a cracked and incomplete illusory crown could be vaguely seen. It was a patchwork, hidden-danger-filled Angel throne.
The Angel gazed at the desolate divine throne, an indescribable sadness appearing in her eyes. In the next instant, that emotion transformed into unshakeable determination.
"Draw out the essence of evil and infuse it with both sacred power and evil power!"
The Angel God formed seals and communicated with the primordial will of the entire Demon Realm.
Immediately, vast and pure demonic power gathered from all directions like a black torrent, guided by the sacred evil angel, and poured directly into the dim golden sacred light.
"Use the evil of the Rakshasa to maintain the balance of order!"
Almost simultaneously, Bibi Dong also moved. With a light wave of her jade-like hand, pure dark-purple Rakshasa divine power transformed into a solid bond, flowing into the sphere of divine light as if clinging to the authority of demons.
Initially sensing the injection of external authority, the originally dim and desolate divine position began greedily absorbing the demonic authority.
The light emanating from the altar visibly brightened at a rapid pace, and faint signs of healing seemed to appear in the cracks.
Through the joint efforts of the Angel and the Demon, the two different forces—sacred power and evil power—began to form a strange balance in the realm of the gods, mutually restraining and nourishing each other.
Seeing this scene, a faint glimmer of hope rose in Qian Renxue's heart.
However, this good fortune did not last long.
Just when it seemed the three forces had temporarily merged smoothly, a sudden change occurred!
SNAP—!!
A faint cracking sound was heard, and everyone present tensed.
Immediately afterward, the cracks in the Angel's position—which had seemed to be healing—did not continue to improve but instead spread at an even faster speed.
Within the cracks, it was no longer simply gold or black; instead, an eerie light where gold and black intertwined burst forth.
The entire mass of sacred light began to shake violently and uncontrollably, its glow flickering irregularly, as if it would completely explode due to internal power imbalance.
"Holy Ancestor!"
Qian Renxue's face turned deathly pale. She could not help but cry out in shock as she looked at the Angel God.
The Angel's expression was unexpectedly calm, even carrying a sense of relief as if she had anticipated this.
"As expected… it was a bit forced…"
She muttered to herself, then turned her gaze back to Qian Renxue. Her eyes were incredibly gentle, as if they could melt even the hardest ice in the world.
"Child," the Holy Evil Angel's voice blew through Qian Renxue's heart like a spring breeze.
"Many years ago, for the sake of revenge and survival, I forcibly merged with the spirit of the Demon Realm. As a result, the laws of the entire Demon Realm became distorted, lifeforms mutated, and I myself transformed into this inhuman, ghostly form. This is my sin."
"After my death, the Demon Realm will return to a state of indifference. All chaos will gradually subside, the laws will slowly self-correct, and everything will return to normal."
She quietly gazed at Qian Renxue, her eyes filled with seriousness and expectation.
"I hope that after you successfully inherit the new Angel position, you will be able to govern the Demon Realm. Gradually integrate it into the Douluo Continent. The two worlds will complement each other and benefit both sides."
"At the same time… I hope that in the future, the Spirit Hall will eliminate its prejudice and hostility toward demons and help them truly integrate into their new home."
"This is my… final wish."
"Holy Ancestor…!"
The Angel's words sounded like a final instruction. Hearing them, Qian Renxue's heart trembled violently. A strong sense of unease surged over her, and she instinctively wanted to rush forward.
The Holy Evil Angel simply smiled and lightly pointed at Qian Renxue. The gentle power instantly pushed her back to her original position and held her there.
"Furthermore," the Holy Evil Angel continued calmly, "after the birth of the new Angel God, a subordinate god—the Demon God—will naturally appear."
"I have placed a special bloodline restriction there. Only those with pure demonic blood may open and inherit this sacred position."
Her gaze, filled with deep regret and complex emotions, looked into the abyss of this demonic dimension that she herself had altered.
"Consider this a small, final atonement for the sin I committed back then."
Qian Renxue now fully understood the Angel God's decision. This ancestor, who had endured endless suffering, was attempting to complete the final stage of rebirth through her own complete annihilation.
"I understand! I understand!"
"Holy Ancestor! Xue'er promises that in the future, Douluo Continent will accept the demon race, and the Spirit Hall will do everything in its power to help them integrate into society and obtain equal rights in survival and development."
"The Demon God position will surely find its true master!"
Tears streamed down Qian Renxue's face as she made the promise, her voice choked with emotion.
"Good child… good child." Upon hearing these words, the last trace of worry in the Angel's eyes vanished, replaced by a relieved smile.
In the next instant, she no longer hesitated. With a light wave of her hand, a drop of essence blood wrapped in purple-gold lightning appeared in her palm.
Without hesitation, the Angel swallowed the precious drop of blood.
BOOM—!
A dazzling gold-black flame erupted from the Angel God's entire body, instantly engulfing her figure completely.
Within the flames, a cold and resolute instruction resounded. It clearly reached the ears of Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, as if it had been engraved into the core of the soon-to-be-born divine position.
"Remember, my successor—"
"I… must kill Poseidon with my own hands! To avenge my grudge!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the sacred flame mixed with gold and black—carrying the Angel God's final traces—burned to its limit and unhesitatingly flowed into the crumbling Angel God throne before her.
"Holy Ancestor—!!!"
Qian Renxue let out a heart-wrenching cry. Tears streamed down her cheeks like a broken dam.
However, in this tragic sacrifice, a miracle occurred.
The sacred flame, carrying the Angel God's entire essence and will and strengthened by Chen Yi's blood essence, flowed in. The Angel God throne—which had been on the verge of collapse—suddenly stopped its violent trembling, as if injected with the strongest stabilizer and adhesive.
The gold-tinged black sacred flame flowed and burned within the divine throne. Wherever it passed, the rapidly spreading cracks began to heal at a visible speed.
The originally unstable gold-black light perfectly fused and sublimated under the burning of the sacred flame, transforming into a deep gold that was sacred and majestic yet profound and dignified.
Within the flames, the statue's form also underwent dramatic change. It gradually melted and reshaped from the cracked, broken crown, ultimately fusing into a Holy Evil Angel sword with a dark-gold body.
An infinite divine power—far stronger than the patchwork divine position created before—erupted from the newly born Angel God position, accompanied by the aura of a peak-level God. It engulfed the entire core space and faintly pierced through the dimensional wall, announcing the rebirth of a God position.
The new Angel rank—the Holy Evil Angel rank—was born from the sacrifice and flames of the ancient gods.
With tears in her eyes, Qian Renxue gazed at the illusory dark-gold divine sword that exuded endless dignity and intimacy, murmuring to herself.
"Holy Ancestor… Holy Ancestor…"
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