Meanwhile, far overseas in Henu Paradise, another story was unfolding.
The Rakshasa Gate opened once more. A tribal Great Chieftain emerged, clad in purple armor. He had dark skin, long arms and short legs, a feathered crown on his head, and yellow clay paint smeared across his face.
His aura was unfathomable. His level of life had long surpassed the Soul Master Class and risen to that of a god.
"So this is the power of a god?" Tang Xiao reveled in the vast energy filling his body.
Before entering the Rakshasa Gate, he had been a Limit Douluo, stronger even than his grandfather Tang Chen. But only after Becoming a God did he understand the gulf between a god and a Limit Douluo. In a god's eyes, a Limit Douluo was merely a somewhat larger ant, easily crushed beneath a thumb.
Tang Xiao climbed to the heights of the Henu Divine Temple and looked down at the countless wrathful workers toiling without rest. "My wrathful ones, your master—your Great Chieftain Tang Xiao—has become a god! Cheer for him three times!"
Countless wrathful workers shouted their cheers.
"Next, I will lead you to the continent! We will conquer it and turn the world into my Henu Paradise!" After Tang Xiao became a god, the wrathful workers cut down every tree on the old Sea God Island and exploited all its mineral deposits. They built warships, forged weapons, and assembled an army a million strong.
That army was preparing to sail for Douluo Continent in overwhelming force.
The fleet's flagship was a hundred-meter-long ship. Its sail bore the image of Tang Xiao holding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, depicted as a Black Gorilla.
With the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in hand, Tang Xiao led the high-ranking wrathful ones toward the ship.
Behind him