Tang Po's Marriage

Twelve years later.

Not far from Heaven Dou City, the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, three hundred li east of the city.

Amid countless mountains and ravines, shrouded in clouds and mist, lay depths unknown.

The hidden abode of the Clear Sky Sect.

At the mountain peak within the deeper forbidden zone.

Tang Chen abruptly opened his eyes.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand tore into the heavens.

"Great Sumeru Hammer—Explode Ring!"

A colossal phantom flashed and vanished. In the blink of an eye, the top of a mountain had been shaved bare, and the entire forbidden zone was veiled in gray dust.

Hearing the commotion.

Yang Wudi, a youngster from the Breaking Clan, looked up in amazement. "Father! The forbidden zone exploded again. When will my Soul Breaking Spear be able to grow to that level?"

Niu Bai, chief of the Defense Clan, said, "The Sect Master has not taken a single step outside since entering seclusion eleven years ago. Has he made a breakthrough now?"

"Above a Limit Douluo, below a god."

In the territory of the Strength Clan.

Teddy sighed. "Is this a sign that the Clear Sky Sect is about to re-enter the world?"

In the Speed Clan.

Bai Ye held a newborn in his arms. At that moment, a flock of white cranes flew over the mountain pass. Bai Ye said joyfully, "The Sect Master is about to emerge from seclusion, and the bloodline of my Bai Family has continued as well. Clear Sky Sect, perhaps the time has come for us to make a name for ourselves across the continent!"

Bai Ye teased the child's tiny hand. "A white crane spreads its wings, displaying its splendor. Then you shall be called Bai He."

"Whew..."

Tang Chen let out a long breath.

He murmured, "Is this the Power of Gods? Not enough. It is still far, far from enough..."

Having comprehended the secret of Explode Ring from a single petal of Hua Luo Can Hong, Tang Chen had spent twelve years practicing and exploring. Even now, he had yet to fully grasp this supreme technique, but he could finally unleash a trace of a move far beyond that of a Level 99 Limit Douluo.

Even a demigod would be no more than this, perhaps.

Moving mountains and shifting seas.

It truly was no exaggeration!

Above the rank of Titled Douluo, especially after Level 95 Super Douluo, every additional level was like an insurmountable chasm between heaven and earth.

Above a Level 99 Limit Douluo, taking one step further meant becoming a Quasi-Demigod.

Above a Quasi-Demigod was a demigod. A demigod merely lacked the recognition of a God Position; once they found a suitable God Position that acknowledged them, they could become a god.

More precisely, demigods had already met the standard for becoming gods. They simply had not received the recognition of a suitable divine seat due to various factors.

Finally, there were Quasi-Gods.

They had already obtained the recognition of a divine seat and only lacked that final push—to absorb the divine seat's god ring.

More accurately, there was a clear dividing line between demigods and soul masters. Whether in mentality or comprehension, only demigods had truly touched the realm of gods.

But let alone demigods—even the realm of Quasi-Demigod.

How many people in the world could achieve it?

Even geniuses like Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi had merely become servants of gods. They could not gain a god's recognition, and would be unable to reach the realm of demigods for their entire lives.

Unless they received the help of a god...

Now.

Because of a momentary burst of indignation and impulse back then, Tang Chen had actually used an Immortal Herb to enter sudden enlightenment and comprehend the Great Sumeru Hammer, a technique capable of reaching the realm of Quasi-Demigod.

His talent truly deserved to be called unparalleled in the world.

But the power of Explode Ring was far from limited to this.

From Tang Chen's imposing figure, it was apparent that five soul rings had faded from his body. He had not yet reached the point of detonating all nine rings at once, so he was clearly holding back.

Twelve years of drained energy and spirit, endless cycles of exploding rings and reshaping them... had forced Tang Chen, once considered a favored son of heaven, to age considerably. His face was now covered in coarse stubble.

What had once been the refined appearance of a man in his twenties or thirties on Douluo Continent had unexpectedly transformed into the look of a middle-aged uncle in his forties.

After confirming it with his own eyes, Tang Chen clearly did not possess any secret art for preserving his youth.

On the contrary.

On Sea God Island.

Bo Saixi and Su Mutian's appearances remained unchanged.

After twelve years of peaceful coexistence, Bo Saixi had gradually changed from the lofty and steadfast High Priest into someone who could rely on Su Mutian a little.

The relationship progress bar was shooting upward with a biubiubiu~

Oh yeah~

Su Mutian was very pleased.

He finally no longer had to worry so much about Bo Saixi killing him with a slap out of humiliation and rage!

As for Tang Chen's son, Tang Po, although his cultivation talent was not particularly monstrous, he was still much faster than ordinary people.

In essence, Tang Po carried the Tang Family's heaven-defying bloodline. His talent should have been terrifying, yet at the age of eighteen...

He had only just barely crossed into the realm of a Level 40 Soul Ancestor.

Of course, if one called Tang Po trash...

Sea Horse Douluo would be the first to object.

Back then, Sea Horse Douluo had not even reached the Soul Elder realm by the age of eighteen.

What kind of concept was that?

The later Shrek Seven Devils had basically all reached the Soul Elder realm at around fourteen, while Sea Horse Douluo had not broken through to Soul Elder even at eighteen!

But that fellow had perseverance.

An eighteen-year-old Soul Grandmaster, he had endured forty years on Sea God Island before completing the Black Tier Fourth Trial.

Among Titled Douluo, such talent could be called exceptionally poor.

It was not until Sea Horse Douluo reached Level 70 Spirit Sage that this situation improved somewhat.

A Spirit Sage's Martial Soul Avatar, through obtaining extremely high-quality soul rings suited to oneself, could greatly improve the quality of one's martial soul.

That was what earned Sea Horse Douluo his title.

Thus, among Sea God Island's Seven Guardian Douluo, Sea Horse Douluo also represented persistence and perseverance.

Persistence was victory!

Therefore, Tang Po's talent was not bad.

But it was absolutely not good, either.

Otherwise, Tang Chen, Tang Hao, and Tang San's names had shaken the world, while Tang Po remained an obscure nobody until his death. It was truly lamentable.

Presumably, he had also suffered from the Sea Charm Tribe's Charm God. His Soul Power had backlashed while he was still in the womb, resulting in insufficient Innate Spiritual Qi.

"Ah... he lost at the starting line."

"Tang Chen should teach Tang Po the profound secrets of Explode Ring, right?"

"Can I secretly learn it?"

"No, no, classmate, class... mate."

"Still, the urgent matter should be getting Tang Po a wife to sow his seed, have her give birth to Tang Hao for me, then lead Tang Hao astray. Then Tang San..."

"Wahahahaha—hic~"

Su Mutian was laughing himself to death.

It was as though Tang San were already firmly in his grasp.

However, Su Mutian had not expected...

The supreme art of Explode Ring was not passed down through generations by the Clear Sky Sect. Rather, Tang Chen had created it himself and passed it on to his descendants.

Moreover, Explode Ring placed extremely high demands on the user's talent, to the point that few people in the later Clear Sky Sect could master it.

Even if they forcibly exploded their rings, it would only make a huge show with pitiful power, and afterward their soul rings would float unsteadily, unable to heal on their own.

At the evening banquet.

Su Mutian took a sip of the specially made Sea Chicken Tail Red Wine. His expression was calm, carrying a natural elegance.

Bo Saixi marveled inwardly. The Young God has such a unique charm and bearing when he drinks. No one else could ever imitate this grace.

"Xi'er," Su Mutian suddenly called to Bo Saixi.

"Ah? Young God, do you need more wine?"

Bo Saixi rose, preparing to refill Su Mutian's glass.

It would look best if the Young God drank himself tipsy.

But Bo Saixi's idea was impossible to realize.

Good heavens.

What would happen if he got drunk?

He would get into trouble.

Eight out of ten drunkards fell because of alcohol, and the other two fell because of the wine cup.

They lost their wits and their hearts, unaware of whatever they did.

If he caused some trouble, he might not even know how he died.

Well...

Weren't there often drunkards who slipped into the water and drowned? Su Mutian did not want to fall into the sea and die.

Too reckless!

Su Mutian quickly caught Bo Saixi's fair arm and said, "A little drink is good for the mood; too much harms the body."

"I wanted to talk to you about Tang Po."

Bo Saixi froze for a moment, then asked, "What is it?"

"His marriage," Su Mutian said calmly.

"!"

In an instant, Bo Saixi's expression changed.

Tang Po's marriage!!!