Time became meaningless amid cultivation.
One year. Just one year!
Throughout that year, it was as if you had activated cheat mode.
The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well became your backyard. Immortal Herbs, the kind that would drive Titled Douluo mad with desire, were gobbled up like ordinary vegetables.
What was even crazier was that you found the legendary remains of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings and forcibly absorbed their two Million-Year Soul Bones, each comparable to a divine artifact!
Boom—!
The moment the third Soul Core took shape between your brows, the laws of heaven and earth across the entire Douluo Continent trembled for you!
Level 99! Limit Douluo!
Three Soul Cores! Unprecedented!
At that moment, you felt you had touched the limits of this world. Space shattered at your every gesture, and the laws themselves retreated before you.
Invincibility was so lonely.
"Incredible... It's nothing short of a miracle."
In your Spiritual Sea, Electrolux, the once-mighty Scourge of the Undead, couldn't help voicing his heartfelt admiration.
Watching the divine power that practically solidified around you, his cloudy old eyes brimmed with pride and astonishment.
"Disciple, with your current foundation, all you need to do is find a godhood to inherit. You'll ascend to the Divine Realm at once and become a god."
But you shook your head.
Inherit a godhood? That would be beneath you!
Your underlings already had the combat strength of First-Level Gods. If you, their master, settled for being a Second-Level or First-Level God, how could you lead your team?
Where would that leave your pride?
If you were going to do it, you'd do it as the strongest! If there was no suitable godhood, you'd make one yourself!
So you made an even crazier decision: to create your own godhood!
You began a period of seclusion, using the Bell of the Departed.
You pored over Ye Xishui's memories of the Death God Martial Soul, analyzed the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings' secrets of divine beast bloodlines, and even drew on the essence of Electrolux's necromancy.
You had only one goal: to evolve your Martial Soul into a divine artifact and prove your path through it!
Another two years flew by.
Throughout those two years, you sat in seclusion in the Undead Demi-plane, indifferent to the outside world.
At last, on a stormy night—
Your Martial Soul underwent a transformation! It was no longer an illusory mass of energy, but had become a tangible divine artifact radiating an ancient, mysterious aura!
As your Martial Soul evolved, the bottleneck in your Soul Power shattered in an instant!
Level 100!
Ascension to godhood at Level 100!
The instant you reached Level 100, your senses surged, piercing through the barriers between planes. You felt the presence of a vast world hidden in the depths of darkness.
It was deathly still, yet brimming with endless vitality and mystery.
It was... the Underworld!
A mysterious plane, independent of the Divine Realm, yet intimately connected to it!
There was no time to lose.
Without the slightest hesitation, you began forging a path from within the Undead Demi-plane.
"Ice and Fire Dragon Kings, clear the way!"
With two roars that shook the soul, crimson and azure divine light intertwined into an unstoppable drill. It tore through the void by brute force, breaking through the Underworld's barrier between life and death!
Boom—!
You took one step and entered the Underworld.
But what you found there was beyond belief: its ruler seemed to have been waiting for your arrival.
Upon a throne built from countless bones, a figure wreathed in endless deathly aura slowly opened his eyes.
God King-level combat strength—the Lord of the Underworld!
"Human, your soul is quite special, and I admire your abilities."
The Lord of the Underworld's voice seemed to cross through countless ages, carrying a chill.
"But of all the things you could have done, desecrating the souls of the dead was the worst. Stay here and become part of my Underworld. It's your honor."
"Honor my ass!"
Your views were irreconcilable. There was no point in saying more.
You attacked at once, but this was, after all, the God King's home ground.
After just one head-on clash, you understood the gap between you. You were utterly outmatched by his command of rules and laws. If you fought him head-on, you were as good as dead!
"If I can't beat you, don't blame me for fighting dirty!"
A cruel smile tugged at your lips. You shot backward and retreated straight into the Undead Demi-plane.
But a moment before you vanished, you left him a "gift."
A Bionic Body clone with all your combat strength, along with a copy of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings!
Four beings with peak First-Level God combat strength!
Even the Lord of the Underworld looked slightly surprised by this lineup.
"Interesting. But if you think this is enough to defeat me, you're far too naive."
He raised a hand, preparing to crush these ants.
But you had never planned to fight him at all.
Hidden within the demi-plane, you stared coldly through a rift between planes and spoke a single word:
"Explode!"
Rumble—!!!
Four peak First-Level Gods self-destructed at once! What a terrifying sight!
It was as if a star had been hurled into the Underworld. The Lord of the Underworld was swallowed by the horrific energy storm, and more than half the Underworld was blasted into nothingness!
"Madman! You're a madman!!"
When the smoke cleared, the Lord of the Underworld was still alive, but battered and disheveled, his divine body damaged. Even gods could bleed and feel pain!
He was just about to curse you out when he realized you had already vanished.
But this was only the beginning.
The next six months became the Lord of the Underworld's nightmare.
You were like an inescapable ghost. Making use of the Undead Demi-plane's properties, you repeatedly repaired the Bionic Body, revived the Dragon Kings, and then—sent them in, blew them up, and retreated.
Send them in again, blow them up again, retreat again!
It was an utterly shameless war of attrition!
For six whole months!
You blasted the Underworld into ruin and steadily ground the Lord of the Underworld's divine power down to nothing.
At last, with an unwilling roar, this once-arrogant God King fell to your "art of explosion."
"Phew... Finally dead."
You emerged from the demi-plane. Your soul had suffered severe damage from repeatedly controlling the self-destructions, but that no longer mattered.
Looking at the God King-level corpse before you, your eyes gleamed with fervor.
"Refine!"
The radiance of death enveloped the God King's corpse.
Several days later.
When you opened your eyes again, the entire Underworld had submitted to you.
You had completely taken control of this world and refined the Lord of the Underworld into your most powerful puppet!
Feeling the God King-level power within you, enough to destroy heaven and earth, you looked through the planes toward the lofty Divine Realm—and toward the man named Tang San.
"Now, killing you will be as easy as slaughtering a dog!"