Declaration

On this day, heaven and earth were clear.

The fate of the Douluo World was thoroughly stirred in an unprecedented manner, as invisible forces of law intertwined and collided in the void.

At this moment, Ye Su, standing at the center of the vortex of fate, merely gazed calmly at the heavens—or rather, his gaze passed through the sanctuary roof and toward the azure sky.

In those clear eyes that should have belonged to an infant was reflected the transformation of the entire world.

"From this day forth, all that is bright, dark, white, black, virtuous, without virtue, good, and evil... shall be clearly distinguished." Though his voice was soft, it echoed in every living being's heart like a morning bell and an evening drum.

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

"Those who hate me and commit evil shall fall into Hell after death, never to rise again!"

Following this declaration, a muffled rumble came from deep within the earth. An abyss split open in the Nine Nether Underworld, where blazing magma churned and surged. Within it, countless savage demon phantoms could faintly be seen struggling and wailing.

As the words "Let there be light" resounded through the skies, the Reputation Value on Ye Su's System Panel refreshed at an astonishing speed. Every leap in the number represented another group of living beings beginning to believe in this newborn god.

This continuously gathering Power of Faith was precisely what gave him the confidence to establish this covenant of heaven and earth.

These three maxims echoed between heaven and earth like a Creation Divine Decree, the childish voice resonating with the vast heavenly law.

At this moment, the fundamental laws of the Douluo World underwent a radical transformation!

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

Feeling the surging divine power within him, Ye Su silently considered, This world-creating performance has been shocking enough. Now it is time to win over people's hearts.

His gaze swept across the members of Spirit Hall kneeling on the ground before finally settling on Qian Daoliu. This Peerless Douluo of over ninety ranks was bowing in the most devout posture, his snow-white hair spread over the pristine floor of the sanctuary.

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

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, falling over them and forming a sacred scene.

Ye Lingtong stared blankly at the child born from her womb, her slender fingers unconsciously tightening around the bedsheets.

She wanted to touch the infant radiating holy brilliance, yet timidly withdrew her hand. Somewhere in the unseen, a voice told her that from this day onward, this child would forever stand at a height beyond her reach.

As though sensing his birth mother's unease, Ye Su suddenly broke into an innocent smile and called out crisply, "Mother!" The entire sanctuary fell silent at that call.

He had no intention of denying this bond of blood. After all, Ye Lingtong had endured far too much criticism she should never have borne—the vicious speculation in the village about her "pregnancy out of wedlock," the judgmental stares and pointing fingers. All of it had been a calamity brought upon her because of him.

He had chosen Ye Lingtong as the vessel for his descent because of her pure Light Element Spirit and virgin body. Although Qian Renxue's Angel Spirit was nobler, in Ye Su's eyes, an elemental spirit symbolizing pure light was the finest vessel to nurture God.

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

His voice no longer contained the power of heavenly law, yet it touched Ye Lingtong's heartstrings more deeply than any miracle.

Understanding his intent, the Six-winged Angel handed over the swaddled infant. Trembling, Ye Lingtong accepted the warm little life.

When the weight of the infant truly settled into her arms, Ye Lingtong's tears finally burst forth.

She awkwardly adjusted the way she held him, afraid of hurting this extraordinary child.

A wondrous emotion swelled within her chest—the most primal maternal love, something she had never experienced before.

Having completed its mission, the Six-winged Angel transformed into a white dove and flew toward the dome, its snow-white wings gleaming under the sunlight.

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

Qian Daoliu supported himself with his staff and straightened up, yet still kept his head respectfully lowered. This Peerless Douluo, who had once looked down upon the world, now faced the newborn god in the humblest of manners.

Meanwhile, within the Pope's Palace, complex emotions churned in Bibi Dong's violet-gold eyes—shock, rage, resentment, and painful memories buried for many years surged forth like a tide.

This was the turmoil brought by those declarations reaching her ears.

She could not help thinking of many people: the teacher she had once respected, who later became a beast wearing human skin; the cursed spawn she had wanted to kill while carrying her for ten months, who had ultimately been born safely—the daughter who always looked at her with hopeful eyes; the man she had once secretly loved, who had ultimately fled in disgrace and changed his heart and allegiance; and the day she had first joined Spirit Hall, when she had sworn to lead it to heights even the First Generation Pope had never reached...

"Someone!" she shouted sharply, her voice trembling slightly with suppressed fury. "Find out exactly what happened at the Angel Sanctuary!" After the scout accepted the order and departed, Bibi Dong stood alone before the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the Holy Light that had yet to fade above the distant sanctuary. Her nails dug deeply into her palm, and blood dripped from her staff onto the floor.

"Even if a god has descended..." she muttered to the empty air, stubborn flames igniting in her eyes, "don't even think of taking away everything I have worked so hard to build."

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

Her gradually twisted face was reflected in the mirror-smooth marble floor. It held both the majesty of Spirit Hall's Pope and the sinister deceit of a Rakshasa.

She already understood that the spectacle just now was not something an ordinary Titled Douluo could possibly create. This was a divine miracle!

But having come this far, she no longer had any room to turn back.

Even if she had to become a monster, even if she had to fall into utter darkness, she would still climb upward in this incomparably hideous form—until she reached the very top!

As if sensing something, Ye Su looked toward the Pope's Palace. Just then, his Role-playing Degree had increased.

And this time, it had jumped directly to 10%!

Ye Su felt it inwardly. His current self could likely command thunder, stir the seas, make the earth rage, and collapse mountains and rivers...

His strength had likely already surpassed that of a so-called Limit Douluo.

Perhaps he had even surpassed most deities in the God Realm.

But speaking of the God Realm...

Ye Su narrowed his eyes in displeasure. Once my Role-playing Degree rises, I'll drag down every one of those heretics above my head who dare call themselves gods and cast them into Hell!

Perhaps the role he was playing was influencing Ye Su in return, or perhaps Jesus was simply like this by nature. Right now, he felt thoroughly displeased. A pack of nobodies dared call themselves gods—this truly troubled him, a true god...