Tang San: Who Else Could Claim First Place?! Chaos Blue Silver Emperor!

"My life would probably have ended here."

Chen Xin spoke.

Gu Rong silently nodded beside him.

Chen Xin's source injury had likewise fully healed under the power of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone rewarded by the Golden Ranking, and had even improved beyond its former state.

Otherwise, he could never have unleashed such strength.

Unfortunately, he had still lost!

"Even Fifteenth Place possesses such terrifying fortune."

Ning Fengzhi's gaze returned to the sky, his voice filled with shock.

"What kind of spectacle will Fourteenth Place bring?"

"The person at the top of the Ranking List... the reward he receives may drive even true Gods mad!"

At those words, Chen Xin and Gu Rong both shuddered.

That was right.

They had nearly forgotten that this was only Fifteenth Place.

"Sect Master," Chen Xin said in a deep voice, "where do you think that person... will rank?"

In an instant, Ning Fengzhi recalled the Chaos Blue Silver Emperor that towered between heaven and earth, as well as those indifferent eyes that looked down upon everything.

Without hesitation, he said, "Top three, perhaps... even higher."

Chen Xin nodded in complete agreement.

"The feeling he gives me has already far exceeded the realm of a limit Douluo."

"Bo Saixi, Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu... I have witnessed the peak of limit Douluos, but compared to that man, they are merely fireflies before the bright moon."

"Perhaps he is already the strongest person beneath the Gods?"

Gu Rong added from the side.

That was the limit of their understanding.

After all, they had never personally witnessed a true God in action. In their minds,

Gods were the pinnacle of power in this world.

Yet within Chen Xin's heart, there was an even bolder—one might even say heretical—guess.

The strongest beneath the Gods?

No.

What that young man made him feel was not strength, but... vastness.

It was absolute suppression on the level of life itself.

Like a mortal gazing up at the Starry Sky, forever unable to comprehend its immensity.

He might be a God himself.

Or perhaps... something that transcended even Gods.

That feeling of having everything stripped away by a single glance, of even his soul being seen through—Chen Xin swore that he would never forget it for all eternity.

At the same time, throughout the entire Douluo Continent, the eyes of countless Spirit Masters gathered Above the Firmament.

The reward for Fifteenth Place on the Great Dao Golden Ranking had utterly ignited everyone's fervor.

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin! He ascended to the heavens in a single step! His severed arm was restored, his Soul Power soared, and the Seven Kill Sword even evolved into a divine artifact!"

"Terrifying! The current Sword Douluo is probably an existence nearly invincible beneath the Gods!"

"That's right! Back then, Spirit Hall's Great Consecrator Qian Daoliu was immensely imposing, but if he were still alive, he would likely still fall short by three parts before the current Sword Douluo!"

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is truly going to rise now!"

Discussion erupted one after another, resounding through every corner of the continent.

Countless swordsman Spirit Masters even revered Chen Xin as a God, treating him as the goal they would pursue for their entire lives.

Within Spirit Hall, inside a secluded chamber unknown to outsiders.

An old man dressed in plain hemp clothes was trimming flowers and grass. Listening to the faint commotion outside, a trace of unconcealable envy and longing flashed through his clouded eyes.

He was none other than the Great Consecrator Qian Daoliu, long believed by the world to have fallen.

"The Great Dao Golden Ranking..."

He muttered to himself and set down the scissors in his hand.

"If my cultivation had not been completely ruined, then with the strength I possessed back then, I would certainly have made the list as well."

"Perhaps... I might even have taken this chance to advance further and glimpse that realm I have dreamed of."

By the end, his voice was filled with unwillingness.

From his robes, he carefully took out a warm, lustrous Token.

The Token was neither gold nor jade. Its entire surface bore a chaotic hue, and a Blue Silver Grass pattern was engraved upon it, vivid and lifelike. Every vein on every leaf was clearly visible, emanating an incomparably supreme Life Aura.

This was the token left to him by that young man.

A trace of the other party's Soul Power was attached to it.

Ever since he had sacrificed himself for Qian Renxue and lost all his cultivation, Qian Daoliu had hidden himself here.

Like the most ordinary gardener, he tended flowers and grass every day, passing the remainder of his life.

Across the entire continent, aside from his granddaughter Qian Renxue, only that mysterious young man knew that he was still alive.

He had thought that his life would reach its end like this, amid dullness and regret.

But the appearance of the Great Dao Golden Ranking was like a match, reigniting the ambition that had long gone cold within his heart.

He longed to regain his strength!

He longed to stand at the pinnacle of the continent once more!

Qian Daoliu stared fixedly at the Token in his hand, recalling that young man's unfathomable methods.

Back then, it was that man who had acted to preserve this lingering fragment of his soul.

Perhaps...

Perhaps he had a way to restore him completely as well?

Xue'er's Husband.

He truly reached through heaven and earth.

Elsewhere, within Shrek Academy's tent among the Heaven Dou Empire's army.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Ning Rongrong sat restlessly, pacing back and forth inside the tent.

She wore a light green dress that perfectly outlined her tall and captivating figure.

Her slender, straight Jade Legs appeared and vanished beneath her skirt, tracing an agitating path with her anxious pacing.

"Rongrong, stop circling around. You're making my eyes spin," Oscar said helplessly.

"How can I not be worried?" Ning Rongrong stopped in her tracks, her beautiful brows tightly furrowed. "Grandpa Sword made the Ranking List and received enormous benefits. That should have been good news. But I can't calm my mind. It feels as if something major is about to happen."

"Don't worry, Rongrong."

Dai Mubai comforted her, "Uncle Ning, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo are all at the sect. Now that Sword Douluo's strength has greatly increased, unless Qian Renxue personally acts, who could do anything to them?"

"That's right,"

Zhu Zhuqing softly agreed. "As the pillar of the Spirit Hall Empire, Qian Renxue has to remain at Jialing Pass and stabilize the army's morale. She cannot possibly leave at a time like this."

Everyone nodded one after another.

At present, the Shrek army was led by Ma Hongjun and faced off against the Spirit Hall Empire's forces at Jialing Pass.

The only thing they needed to worry about was Spirit Hall being driven into a corner and forcing Qian Renxue to act without regard for anything else.

Only Tang San remained seated calmly in the main seat, his expression indifferent, as though everything was under his control.

He lifted his teacup, took a light sip, and spoke.

"It's fine."

"I'm here."

That was right.

With Third Brother here, no matter what happened, they had nothing to fear.

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the winds and clouds stirred once more Above the Firmament!

The enormous golden Ranking List blazed with light. The two words "Chen Xin," originally ranked Fifteenth, slowly moved upward before finally stopping.

And the position he had originally occupied began to be replaced by new Golden Divine Script.

At this moment, the entire continent fell silent once more.

Everyone held their breath and turned their gazes toward the sky.

Great Dao Golden Ranking!

Fourteenth Place!