The news of the Angel's Descent spread like lightning across the entire Douluo Continent. Excluding the forces of the Spirit Hall, the whole continent was enveloped in a celebratory atmosphere.
The veteran powerhouses scattered across the land had once dreamed of outliving the current top experts of the Spirit Hall and slowly reclaiming their former glory. Yet the moment they heard this news, a chill ran down their spines.
Gods had returned to where they truly belonged.
The deterrent force, unity, and foundational strengthening brought by living gods were unmatched by any human power. The authority of the Spirit Hall—now ruled by gods—became unshakable, and its inheritance and system grew even more sacred and enduring.
At the very least, for the next hundred years, the Spirit Hall would remain the undisputed hegemon of the continent. Moreover, the legacies left by the gods were more than enough to ensure the Spirit Hall's glory would last for ten thousand years.
And this was only the Spirit Hall.
One must not forget Chen Yi, the powerful and influential Sect Master of the Body Sect. He was undoubtedly the number one expert of this generation—in talent, opportunities, and achievements, he surpassed Qian Renxue in every way.
Now that Qian Renxue had become a god, how far behind could Chen Yi be? Or perhaps… he had quietly stepped into the divine realm long ago and simply chosen not to reveal his godly power as Qian Renxue had.
The thought of two gods coexisting on the continent—and, moreover, two gods who shared a close relationship and were jointly supporting the same rising empire—plunged those who still harbored disloyal intentions into deep despair.
Rebellion? Restoration?
That would be no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot—pure suicide.
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In the desolate Exile Zone designated in the northern part of the mainland, a middle-aged man with no trace of soul power left in his body gazed toward the south, in the direction of Spirit City. He closed his despair-filled, cloudy eyes, and two clear tears rolled down his wrinkled cheeks.
He realized that neither his family nor any of the old nobles like him, abandoned by the times, would ever have another chance at resurgence.
As long as the gods still lived, the new dynasty had been established, its course set, and it could no longer be overturned.
Ah… why has Heaven been so cruel to me?
Yet Heaven remained silent. Only the howling northern wind endlessly stirred the yellow sand, burying his figure and his sigh into the dust of history.
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Inside the Pope's study in the Spirit Hall.
Chen Yi listened quietly as Qian Renxue recounted in detail the process of inheriting her divine position, reconciling with her mother Bibi Dong, and ultimately merging with the Rakshasa God's position to become a quasi-God King.
His gaze occasionally shifted toward Bibi Dong, who sat quietly a short distance away. Her aura had dropped to the level of a third-rank god, yet her expression was calm and serene.
After hearing Qian Renxue's story, complex emotions surfaced in Chen Yi's eyes before settling into a quiet sigh.
"Congratulations," he said, looking up at Qian Renxue from the heart. "You have obtained the position of quasi-God King, finally resolved the knot in your heart with your mother, and forged your own path."
A look of relief and a bright smile spread naturally across Qian Renxue's face. She nodded and said, "Yes. This time… I was truly lucky."
"Next is the founding ceremony." Qian Renxue's smile faded as she gazed out the window. Her eyes were filled with strong will and a sense of responsibility.
"The Douluo Continent has suffered immense damage from war and demonic invasions. Everything now requires reconstruction."
"After the founding of the nation, we will focus on revival—restoring people's livelihoods, rebuilding order, and healing the wounds left by the war."
She paused, then lowered her voice with a faintly cold tone. "Once the continent's situation is completely stabilized and Bing'er inherits her divine position… that will be the time for us to march into the God Realm, find the Asura God and the Sea God, and rightfully demand justice."
Old and new grudges, along with divine interference—everything required a thorough reckoning.
Chen Yi nodded lightly, a flash of lightning in his eyes.
In the world of the gods, there were indeed many old debts to settle and many new rules to establish.
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Three months later, in Spirit City.
The entire city overflowed with unparalleled joyful energy, as if it had transformed into a sea of delight. Streets and alleys were adorned with red decorations and lanterns. Genuine smiles adorned people's faces, and their eyes brimmed with boundless hope for the future.
Ever since the Angel God's arrival three months ago, which had bestowed supreme divine power upon the entire city, Spirit City had undergone a complete transformation.
The most direct manifestation came during last month's Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony: the average soul power level awakened by the city's children had risen by one full level compared to previous years.
This was not merely an increase in strength—it was a symbol of hope and the future. It was impossible not to feel one's heart race.
By noon, the vast square in front of the Pope's Palace was already packed with people. Representatives from all over the mainland, along with countless citizens, had gathered spontaneously. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the event.
The auspicious moment was approaching.
"Buzz—!"
Accompanied by solemn and beautiful ceremonial music, magnificent figures slowly emerged from the grand Pope's Palace. Those in the front rows each emanated terrifying auras that slightly distorted the surrounding space—the heavy presence of the world's top experts.
Among them were the respected elders of the Spirit Hall, Title Douluo from the Body Sect, and several representatives from friendly forces who gave off distinct auras.
Their appearance instantly triggered thunderous cheers and salutes.
But just as the cheers reached their peak, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred!
"Boom—!"
Above Spirit City, the once-clear sky was abruptly covered by swirling purple-gold thunderclouds. Within the clouds, lightning mixed with destruction and divinity roared like furious dragons!
Meanwhile, another part of the sky was bathed in deep, solemn dark-gold divine light, within which the faint phantom of an eight-winged angel could be seen soaring!
Two entirely different divine powers instantly transformed the entire sky above Spirit City into a sacred sea—clearly divided yet harmoniously coexisting!
"Look at the sky!"
"It's a miracle! Another miracle!"
The crowd erupted in ear-piercing cheers, revealing even more fervent worship.
In the next instant, at the center of the raging purple-gold sea of thunder, a hundred-foot-tall Throne of Thunder slowly emerged from the thunderclouds and finally floated steadily in mid-air!
Chen Yi's figure appeared unnoticed, now seated upon the throne. Clad in a magnificent purple-gold robe with black hair flowing, he looked down at the mortals below with an expressionless gaze, like a ruler wielding the power of heaven and earth, his presence akin to roaring thunder.
His lips moved slightly, and a solemn, majestic voice—seemingly spoken directly from the laws of heaven and earth—resounded deep within everyone's souls.
"I am—Thunder God."
The moment his voice faded, the entire Spirit Capital and even the energies of heaven and earth for thousands of miles around seemed to freeze momentarily before bowing toward the Throne of Thunder!
"Welcome, Lord Thunder God!"
"Thunder God is immortal!!!"
The roar was like mountains collapsing, tsunamis surging, and the sky itself being lifted!
Almost simultaneously, the dark-gold sea of sacred light in the west also surged violently. From the brightest point, a figure with eight wings—blending the sacred and the demonic—slowly emerged.
Qian Renxue was enveloped in a radiance where divinity and evil perfectly fused. Her face was stunningly beautiful, her bearing dignified and sacred, yet carrying a mysterious and imposing aura.
"I am the Angel God."
As expected! Not only had Qian Renxue become a god, but Chen Yi—the world's strongest expert—had also quietly stepped into the divine realm! Furthermore, judging by the greater number of divine halos behind Chen Yi's head compared to Qian Renxue, his rank appeared… even higher than hers!
Two gods had descended upon the mortal world! Together, they would bless the new dynasty!
What a magnificent era! What a grand spectacle!
Countless people shed tears, prostrated themselves on the ground, prayed, and offered thanks to the gods.
Chen Yi and Qian Renxue exchanged glances and nodded lightly. They slowly descended from the sky and finally stood side by side on the highest platform in front of the Pope's Palace.
Qian Renxue stepped forward to the center of the stage. She took a deep breath, glanced at the dense crowd below filled with excitement and anticipation, and spoke:
"People of the Douluo Continent!"
"The nobles of the old era enjoyed privileges and exploited the common people. Those of the lower classes struggled to survive in poverty and oppression, unable to find hope or a future!"
"In the name of the Pope of the Spirit Hall, I, Qian Renxue, have fought bravely for many years in the shadows to shatter this unjust old system and build a new era where everyone has opportunities and relative fairness!"
"With the powerful support of the Body Sect and the countless patriots who followed one after another, we have finally overthrown the corrupt old empire, eradicated the entrenched demonic forces, and brought about this vast land."
A new dawn of unity!
Her words stirred memories in many, evoked empathy, and brought tears to countless eyes.
"Today, in the presence of innumerable heroes and before His Majesty Thunder God, I solemnly declare—"
Qian Renxue's voice suddenly rose, filled with determination and power as if it could split heaven and earth.
"From this day forward, the Spirit Empire is established!"
"The leader of the Spirit Realm shall be Her Majesty Bibi Dong, the former Pope who contributed greatly to the peace and unity of the continent!"
"The capital of the Spirit Empire shall be named Spirit Capital, and the secondary capital shall be named Martial Capital!"
"Additionally: The Spirit Hall shall become the state religion of the Spirit Empire!"
"The Body Sect shall become the guardian sect of the Spirit Empire!"
"The Minister of Education shall be His Excellency Wisdom Brain Douluo, Dean of Grand Martial Academy!"
A brief silence followed her words.
"Long live the Spirit Empire!!!"
"Long live the Spirit Hall!!!"
"Long live the Angel God! Long live Thunder God! May the Angel God reign eternally!"
"Long live Your Majesty!!"
Even more frenzied cheers and shouts echoed throughout the entire Spirit Capital, soaring into the sky and lingering long above the city, as if they would spread across the whole continent.
On the high platform, Chen Yi stood quietly behind Qian Renxue, looking down at the ecstatic crowd below and listening to the deafening cheers. Yet his heart remained strangely calm.
In truth, based on his understanding, he would have preferred to establish a republic or government similar to the Douluo Federation of later generations—where power was relatively decentralized, the system more democratic, and the rights of ordinary citizens better protected, making the institution more effective.
However, he quickly realized that this era relied mainly on foot travel for transportation and shouting for communication. In terms of communication technology, transportation conditions, public education levels, ideology, and every other aspect, it was utterly incomparable to the world twenty thousand years later.
Forcing an overly advanced system would be like building a castle in the air—it would only lead to chaos and failure.
Following the tide of the times, building a relatively enlightened, centralized empire supported by divine authority and powerful military force was actually the safest and most effective choice.
First achieve unity and stability, then pursue development and reform.
Most importantly, in this world where bloodline is paramount, commoners and low-level soul masters could not gain the power to challenge high-level soul masters through soul tool technology as they could in later generations.
The rigid social hierarchy and power gaps were the greatest obstacles to reform.
To fundamentally change this, one had to start from the Martial Soul itself.
This touched upon the fundamental rules of the Douluo Continent, requiring him to journey to the God Realm and use the central authority of the God Realm to make world-scale adjustments.
"Things must be done step by step," Chen Yi thought to himself.
"First unify, then develop. Before carrying out reforms, wait for the right moment. The divine realm is the key."
Just as he was lost in various thoughts, a dazzlingly beautiful and mysterious torrent of light—capable of stirring every human emotion and desire—suddenly poured down from the distant heavens and flew straight toward the Grand Elder.
Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, his expression filled with curiosity. Qian Renxue also sensed it and shot him a questioning glance.
The light was incredibly fast yet impossibly gentle. It stopped precisely in front of the Grand Elder, and its radiance slowly faded.
As the light receded, a somewhat illusory yet dignified male figure appeared.
The man had long, flowing golden hair and refined features as if from another world. His deep eyes seemed to swirl endlessly with ice, fire, light, darkness, wind, earth, space… and various complex emotions that intertwined and surged, making him appear mysterious and unpredictable.
Looking deeper, one could sense the most primal human emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hate, desire—welling up.
The moment Chen Yi saw the man's appearance and aura, he instantly recognized his identity. Across the entire God Realm, there was only one person with such a unique temperament!
The God of Emotions—Rong Nianbing!
Rong Nianbing's phantom appeared. He first bowed lightly toward Chen Yi with a gentle smile.
Then he glanced with slight surprise at Qian Renxue beside Chen Yi, who emanated a God King-like aura, and nodded lightly in greeting.
After these simple and polite gestures, Rong Nianbing did not linger. Under the curious gazes of countless people watching from below, he turned into a streak of light once more and vanished into the space between the Grand Elder's brows.
Clearly, the God of Emotions had targeted the Grand Elder!
Seeing this, a faint smile flashed in Chen Yi's eyes.
Given Elder Yuan Hua's current strength and resources, it was not surprising that he had drawn the attention of a Main God seeking to bestow his legacy.
However, for Chen Yi, being chosen by the God of Emotions, Rong Nianbing, was somewhat unexpected. Rong Nianbing was also a special Main God known in the God Realm for his mystery and power.
In the square, those lucky enough to witness or hear about Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling being chosen by gods looked at the Grand Elder with unconcealed envy.
Again!
And they seemed to have quite powerful backgrounds!
On the very day the Spirit Empire was founded, two gods descended upon the mortal world, and the inheritance of a Main God also appeared… This was truly a glorious beginning, one that would be etched into history and praised by future generations for ten thousand years!
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