After laughing, chatting, and fooling around for a while, everyone absorbed their newly acquired God-Bestowed Soul Rings and began collectively striving to break through to the Titled Douluo realm.
With nothing to do for the moment, Zhang Yang sat cross-legged in midair, quietly guarding everyone as they absorbed their God-Bestowed Soul Rings and pushed their ninth Soul Rings to greater age limits.
At the same time, Zhang Yang began deducing one skill after another in his mind.
At his level, he had no need to physically practice skills. He only needed to simulate them within his mind through Divine Sense to create new skills and apply the principles behind them in actual combat.
Looking at his friends seated cross-legged before him, skill after skill appeared in Zhang Yang's consciousness. He carefully familiarized himself with these skills and considered how he should deal with Bibi Dong based on his current strength.
Meanwhile, Tang San, who had just absorbed the countless believers of the former Sea God Poseidon, still had much to do.
Tang San walked outside Sea God Hall. Led by Sea Dragon Douluo, the seven guardian Douluo all bowed down at once. "Greetings, Sea God."
With a wave of Tang San's hand, a gentle force lifted the seven Titled Douluo to their feet.
Tang San had merely willed it, yet the energy he released was something even Titled Douluo-level powerhouses could not resist.
"Seven seniors, there is no need for such formality. Even though I have inherited the Sea God's divine position, I am still the same Tang San as before. When no outsiders are present, simply call me by my name."
"I am also deeply saddened by Senior Bo Saixi's death. However, she ultimately received a good ending, so we can rest easy. The Sea God's words could not