After chatting, laughing, and fooling around for a while, everyone absorbed their newly acquired God-Bestowed Soul Rings and began collectively striving for 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, there was no need to physically practice skills at all. He only needed to simulate them in his mind through Divine Sense to create new skills and apply their profound principles in actual combat.
Watching his friends seated cross-legged before him, skill after skill emerged within Zhang Yang's consciousness. He carefully familiarized himself with these skills and, in light of his current strength, considered how he should deal with Bibi Dong if he encountered her.
Tang San, who had just absorbed the countless believers of the former Sea God Poseidon, still had many matters to attend to.
Tang San walked outside Sea God Hall. Led by Sea Dragon Douluo, the seven Guardian Douluo all bowed down at once. "Greetings, Sea God."
Tang San waved his hand, and a gentle, harmonious force lifted the bodies of the seven Titled Douluo.
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 there are no outsiders around, just call me by my name."
"I am also deeply saddened by Senior Bo Saixi's death. But in the end, she received a good ending, so we can rest easy