Declaration

This day, the heavens and earth were clear.

The fortune of the Douluo World was thoroughly stirred in an unprecedented manner, as intangible rules of order interwove and collided within the void.

At this moment, Ye Su, standing at the center of the fateful vortex, merely gazed calmly up at the sky—or rather, his gaze pierced through the sanctuary's roof toward the azure heavens.

Those eyes, which should have belonged to an infant, reflected the transformation of the entire world.

"From this day forward, all that is bright and dark, white and black, virtuous and wicked, good and evil... shall be made clear." His voice, though soft, echoed like a morning bell or evening drum in the hearts of every living being.

"Those who devoutly believe in Me and do good shall enter Heaven and enjoy eternal bliss."

"Those who oppose Me and do evil shall, after death, fall into Hell, never to rise again!"

With this proclamation, a deep rumble came from the depths of the earth. The Nine Nether Underworld split open into an abyss, scorching magma churning and rolling, with countless ferocious demonic phantoms visible writhing and wailing within.

When the words "Let there be light" resounded through the skies, the system panel in Ye Su's mind was refreshing his Reputation Value at an astonishing speed. With every jump of the number, it meant another group of living beings had begun to believe in this newborn deity.

This unceasing influx of Power of Faith was the fundamental foundation of his confidence in daring to establish a covenant with heaven and earth.

These three proclamations echoed through heaven and earth like a Creation Divine Decree, the childish voice resonating with the vast Heavenly Dao.

The fundamental laws of the Douluo World had undergone a radical change at this moment!

Deep within the Earth Veins, netherworld energy condensed into the embryonic form of the Eighteen Hells; beyond the nine clouds, Holy Light intertwined to construct the outline of Heaven.

Feeling the surging divine power within him, Ye Su mused to himself: This earth-shattering performance was already shocking enough; now it was time to consolidate people's hearts.

His gaze swept over the members of Martial Soul Hall prostrating on the ground, finally resting on Qian Daoliu. This Peerless Douluo, over level ninety, was now bowing his head in the most devout posture, his snow-white hair spread across the smooth floor of the sanctuary.

Within the sacred Angel Sanctuary, only two people remained standing: Ye Lingtong, who was barely propping herself up on the bed, and the Six-winged Angel holding Ye Su.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting a holy tableau upon them.

Ye Lingtong stared blankly at this child born from her own womb, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the bedsheet.

She wanted to touch this infant radiating sacred radiance, but timidly withdrew her hand. A voice in the void told her: From now on, this child would forever stand at a height she could never reach.

As if sensing his birth mother's unease, Ye Su suddenly broke into an innocent smile and called out crisply, "Mother!" This cry silenced the entire sanctuary.

He had no intention of denying this blood bond. After all, Ye Lingtong had endured too many undeserved criticisms—the malicious gossip in the village about "pregnancy out of wedlock," the pointing fingers—all calamities brought upon her because of him.

When he had chosen Ye Lingtong as his vessel for incarnation, it was precisely because of her pure Light Element Spirit and her virginity. Although Qian Renxue's Angel Spirit was nobler, in Ye Su's eyes, the elemental spirit symbolizing pure light was the optimal vessel for nurturing God.

"Mother, hold me!" Ye Su withdrew his divine might, now opening his arms like an ordinary infant.

His voice no longer carried the power of the Heavenly Dao, yet it touched Ye Lingtong's heartstrings more than any miracle.

The Six-winged Angel understood and handed over the swaddling clothes. Ye Lingtong trembled as she received this warm little life.

When the baby's weight truly settled into her arms, Ye Lingtong's tears finally broke free.

She clumsily adjusted her hold, afraid of hurting this special child.

A wondrous emotion swelled in her chest—the most primal Mother's Love she had never experienced before.

Having fulfilled its mission, the Six-winged Angel transformed into a white dove and flew toward the dome, its snowy wings gleaming in the sunlight.

Only after its figure had completely disappeared did the kneeling crowd dare to rise one by one.

Qian Daoliu straightened up, leaning on his scepter, yet still maintaining a respectful bowed head. This Peerless Douluo, who once looked down upon the world, now faced the newborn deity with the utmost humility.

Meanwhile, within the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong's violet-gold eyes churned with complex emotions—shock, rage, resentment, and long-buried painful memories surging like a tide.

This was the turmoil stirred within her after those declarations fell upon her ears.

She couldn't help but think of many people: the teacher she once respected, who later became a beast in human skin; the unwanted child she had carried for ten months and wanted to kill, who was born safely, the daughter who always looked at her with hopeful eyes; the man she had once secretly loved, who fled in disgrace and changed his heart; the day she first joined Martial Soul Hall, when she swore to lead it to heights even the First Generation Pope had never reached...

"Someone come!" she barked, her voice trembling with suppressed fury. "Go find out exactly what happened in the Angel Sanctuary!" As the scout departed with orders, Bibi Dong stood alone before the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the Holy Light still lingering above the distant sanctuary. Her nails dug deep into her palm, blood dripping down her scepter to the floor.

"Even if a deity descends..." she murmured to the void, a stubborn flame igniting in her eyes, "don't think you can take away everything I've painstakingly built."

Though her heart wavered for a moment, she quickly steadied herself.

The mirror-smooth marble floor reflected her gradually contorting visage. Within it lay both the majesty of the Martial Soul Hall Pope and the sinister cunning of a Rakshasa.

She already understood that the commotion just now was no ordinary Title Douluo's doing—this was a divine miracle!

But now, having come this far, there was no room for regret.

Even if she had to transform into a monster, even if she had to plunge into utter darkness, she would climb upward in this hideous form, all the way to the very top!

Ye Su seemed to sense something and looked toward the Pope's Palace. Just now, his Role-playing Degree had increased again.

And this time, it jumped straight to 10%!

Ye Su felt a realization dawn on him. Now, he could probably command thunder, stir the oceans, make the earth rage, and topple mountains...

His current strength had likely surpassed so-called Limit Douluo.

Perhaps it even exceeded most deities in the God Realm.

But speaking of the God Realm...

Ye Su narrowed his eyes in displeasure. These heretics above, daring to falsely call themselves gods—once his Role-playing Degree was high enough, he would drag them all down and cast them into Hell!

Perhaps it was the role influencing him in turn, or maybe it was simply in Jesus's nature. Right now, he felt extremely annoyed. A bunch of mongrels daring to claim godhood—this troubled him, the true God, greatly.