Guan Yue gazed into the distance, his eyes carrying a trace of nostalgia and pride.
"As for that illusory godly realm... To have briefly touched it through my own power in battle against a Divine Official, to have witnessed the sights of that level—I, Guan Yue, have no regrets in this life."
Xu Tiandi fell silent for a moment. His grip on his cane tightened slightly, and his voice carried a hint of grief and solemnity.
"No, Guan Yue. I am the one who owes you. If you had not risked your life to block that strike for me, forcibly breaking through to become a Level 100 God and reaching that realm for a brief moment... You bore most of the backlash from the Divine Power, leaving your body already shattered beyond repair."
"Perhaps by now, you would have surpassed us all and become the first to step into Level 100—the first Deity on the Douluo Continent in ten thousand years to achieve godhood through your own power."
"There is no debt between us, Speaker."
Guan Yue turned around, a purely kind and benevolent smile appearing on his face. It was a magnanimity that transcended personal gains and losses.
"To witness with my own eyes and take part in this during my lifetime—to see the Soul Tools created by our Federation tear apart divine bodies and slay gods. That in itself is the greatest honor and satisfaction."
His voice gradually rose, filled with heartfelt excitement and pride.
"To witness this scene with my own eyes is the pride of me as a Federation soldier, and the pride of every Federation citizen."
He seemed to sink into recollection, light gleaming in his eyes.
"You know, Speaker. Back when we were still weak, when the Sun Moon Empire had only just mastered