Expansion Complete: The God of Destruction's First Time

This shouldn't be happening. There have been instances of divine successors leaving the Divine Realm before, but this situation has never occurred before!

The universe is vast, and they gained "freedom," but they were also rejected by the world's consciousness.

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Inside the Judgment Sanctuary, the God of Destruction slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the heavily wounded and subdued Life Goddess, as well as all the deities in the temple who had witnessed this day's dramatic changes.

The internal troubles have been eliminated, and the path forward is clear.

"The Divine Realm will be led by a new order." His voice was not loud, but it echoed in the silent and empty temple.

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The long-standing internal turmoil and power struggles in the Divine Realm finally came to a temporary end with the complete fall of the Asura God and the wounded and silent death of the Life Goddess.

Those gods who wanted to leave the Divine Realm have already left; those who remain are those who genuinely want to protect Divine Realm.

The divine trials of many "heroes" in the lower realm were also largely completed during this turbulent period.

The birth of new deities filled some of the vacant positions left by the departure or fall of the old gods, injecting fresh blood and a completely different atmosphere into the Divine Realm.

The God of Destruction welcomed this, and the new gods were often bolder and more receptive to his vision of the future path of the Divine Realm.

With the greatest internal threat eliminated, the God of Destruction can now devote almost all his energy and will to his long-planned grand scheme—expanding the barriers of the Divine Realm, drawing upon a vaster cosmic energy, and fundamentally strengthening the origins of the Divine Realm to deal with potential threats, including the Dragon Clan may return at any time for revenge.

The Seven Deadly Sins Gods under his command, some of the space and energy law gods who followed his ideology, and the newly appointed and relatively aligned Dongfang Yao and Arthur all began to act around this plan.

At the edge of the Divine Realm, unprecedented energy fluctuations began to appear regularly, a sign that the barrier was being cautiously and firmly pushed outward.

While the God of Destruction and other high-ranking figures focused on expanding the boundaries of the Divine Realm, an inconspicuous "oversight" quietly existed in the lower realm.

Qian Xunji, whom the gods believe must have passed the divine test, has yet to enter the Divine Realm and inherit a divine position.

The God of Destruction and the others were preoccupied with the bigger picture, and this minor anomaly went unnoticed.

However, Qian Renxue, Dongfang Yao, Arthur, and others noticed this.

A complex emotion flickered in Qian Renxue's purple eyes; she had no idea what her father was up to this time.

Now, her mind is focused more on something else that is more important.

After a period of collecting and preparing, she finally gathered all the rare materials needed to revive her grandfather Qian Daoliu.

These materials mostly came from her share of the Divine Realm treasury, transactions with other deities, and adventures she personally took to certain dangerous places. Each of them contained enormous life energy and had the effect of stabilizing the divine soul.

In a relatively secluded temple in the Divine Realm, heavily protected by numerous barriers, Qian Renxue began the resurrection ritual.

The Godess of Kindness Arthur offered to protect her and prevent any accidents.

The ceremony lasted for several days. The emerald green light of life intertwined with Qian Renxue's own pure Angel Sacred Flame, and the ancient resurrection prayers resonated with the laws of the Divine Realm.

Finally, when the materials were exhausted and Qian Renxue's divine power was almost depleted, a phantom yet solid figure slowly condensed and took shape in the light.

Qian Daoliu, the old man who once stood at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent and dedicated his life to the Angel Inheritance, opened his eyes again. His eyes were initially somewhat dazed, but they quickly regained their clarity. Looking at Qian Renxue, whose eyes were slightly red and whose breath was somewhat weak, a gratified and kind smile appeared on his face.

"Xiao Xue..." His voice was still a little hoarse.

The resurrection was successful, but it came at a price. The quality of the materials used for resurrection determined the reborn person's foundation of strength and the upper limit of their future potential.

Qian Renxue exhausted all her efforts, and although the materials she obtained were precious, they were only enough to support Qian Daoliu in reshaping a relatively stable divine soul and body. Its power level was roughly equivalent to a strong plane god or an ordinary Second-Level God.

This is far removed from Qian Renxue's own god-level strength and her inner desire to give her grandfather a higher starting point.

"Grandpa..." Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather, a deep sense of guilt welling up in her heart, "I'm sorry, these are all the materials I could find... I've wronged you."

Qian Daoliu smiled gently, patted his granddaughter's shoulder lightly, and said without a care, "Silly child, what is there to feel guilty about? Compared to the exhaustion of your life and the return of your soul to the heavens and earth before, being reborn is already an immense stroke of luck and a miracle. Moreover, becoming a god... that's something I never dared to even dream of before."

His gaze was calm, showing no sign of resentment. He had once been limited by the rules of the Angel Godhood's inheritance, forever stuck at the Limit Douluo, unable to truly step into the God Realm.

To be able to shed one's mortal form and possess the status of a deity and near-eternal life is already an immense gift.

After adapting to his new divine body and gaining a preliminary understanding of the current state of the Divine Realm and the recent earth-shattering changes, Qian Daoliu fell into deep thought.

When he heard about the possible resurgence of the Dragon Clan and the fact that the Divine Realm was actively preparing for potential revenge, for some reason, a figure inexplicably and inexplicably appeared in his mind—his eccentric and crazy "filial son," Qian Xunji.

An almost intuitive, baseless guess arose: could the so-called Dragon Clan revenge saga... be related to that rebellious son?

Qian Daoliu himself found this sudden thought absurd. Qian Xunji was just a mortal before; how could he be involved in such a major event as the resurgence of the Dragon Clan?

But thinking about Qian Xunji's strange behavior before... applying it to that rebellious son... doesn't seem entirely impossible?

However, that meager father-son bond still had some effect.

Qian Daoliu chose to remain silent. He had no evidence, only an absurd intuition. Speaking out rashly might trigger unnecessary suspicion and investigation.

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What Qian Daoliu didn't know was that Qian Xunji, whom he worried about, was no longer on the Douluo Continent he thought he knew.

The lower realm, Spirit City, Pope Palace.

The hall, which once symbolized the highest power and sacred majesty on the mainland, now appears somewhat empty and desolate.

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and other Golden Generation have also achieved success through their own efforts and opportunities, either on the path to divine examination or having already obtained a low-level divine position. Even Tian Yue, who was "carefully cultivated" by Qian Xunji into a brainless fan, is currently at a crucial moment in condensing her own divine status and has neither the heart nor the ability to deal with worldly affairs.

Everyone has left.

Qian Xunji sat alone on the high Pope throne, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest.

"How... boring," he murmured, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

Since there was nothing left to do here, he made a decisive decision.

The message summoned Tian Yue, and the Pope, along with the Spirit Hall Empire, was handed over to her.

"Stay put and wait for me to come back." With these irresponsible words, Qian Xunji didn't even bother to look at Tian Yue's shocked, bewildered, and somewhat fearful expression as if she had been forced to take on a heavy responsibility. Her figure then disappeared silently from the Pope Palace.

He left Douluo Star, not to go to the Divine Realm.

He wanted to give everyone a "surprise"—while those high and mighty gods were still busy with the expansion of the Divine Realm and the threat of the Dragon Clan, he, Qian Xunji, had already jumped out of the chessboard to explore a more distant and unknown realm.

Following the faint spatial coordinates and law imprints extracted from Tang San's soul fragments, after a not-too-long journey through the void of the universe, Qian Xunji arrived at his destination— the Mount Shu Tang Sect World, the low-martial-art world where Tang San was first born and grew up.

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Upon entering this world, Qian Xunji suppressed most of his divine power, maintaining only the most basic defense and perception, like a curious traveler, beginning his stroll through this civilization that was completely different from what he knew.

Green hills and clear waters, pavilions and towers, martial arts conflicts, and chivalrous spirit of the Jianghu.

There is no Soul Power or Martial Soul here, but there are exquisite internal energy cultivation methods, bizarre martial arts moves, and the Hidden Weapon and poison techniques that Tang San was proud of in his previous life and that could even cause waves in the Divine Realm.

Qian Xunji's "play" has begun.

He would either conceal his presence and infiltrate the forbidden areas of major sects and the Library Pavilion families, or disguise himself as an ordinary traveler, exchanging gold and silver treasures, or even trivial methods that seemed almost like "immortal arts" in this world, for the secret manuals he desired.

He easily acquired the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, Purple Demon Eye... these were all Tang Sect Secret Arts.

His collection includes Shaolin Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, Wudang Taiji Fist and Sword, Emei Nine Yang Skill, recipes for rare poisons from the Western Regions, fragments of Miao Gu techniques, and even some unorthodox and long-lost ancient secret arts.

He was having a lot of fun.

However, as he collected more and more cultivation techniques and secret manuals and gained a deeper understanding of the nature of this world, Qian Xunji's initial excitement gradually cooled down.

"It's exquisite, but its potential is too limited," he commented.

The martial arts in this world, especially internal energy cultivation and Hidden Weapon weapon techniques, do indeed have their unique aspects in terms of skill level and energy utilization efficiency.

But that's all.

The essence of this world remains low-level martial arts.

The level of energy determines its ceiling. There is no extraordinary spiritual energy here, no systematic laws to comprehend and integrate. Even if humans cultivate to the extreme, they can only prolong their lives, gain the strength to split rocks and scale walls, but ultimately they cannot escape their mortal bodies, their lifespans are limited, and they cannot reach the realm of "gods". The so-called legends of breaking through the void and ascending to immortality are just ethereal fantasies in this world, without any real path.

"Ultimately, it's just a trick of mortals." Qian Xunji put away the last piece of the poison manual that interested him, losing interest in continuing to explore. This world could no longer bring him any more "surprises" or substantial improvements. He was like a tourist who had visited all the interesting stalls and began to feel bored.

Standing atop a solitary peak, overlooking the churning sea of clouds and the distant, fading world below, a thoughtful glint flashed in Qian Xunji's eyes. This world's value had been fully exploited; where to go next? Or should he explore those wild, untamed planes, purely formed by the universe, where strange resources or dangerous creatures might exist?

A renewed desire for exploration and conquest ignited in Qian Xunji's eyes. Perhaps the "surprise" for the Divine Realm could be prepared even more generously. For example, finding something that would even interest the God King, or... creating some "minor troubles" that even the God of Destruction couldn't foresee.

With a flash, Qian Xunji disappeared from the solitary peak, leaving behind only the sea of clouds slowly swirling, disturbed by an invisible force, and the Shu Mountain world that he had thoroughly explored like a market visit, a world that might become a part of future martial arts legends, a story of a "mysterious and extraordinary person" who appeared only briefly.

Chapter 359 Expansion Completed, The God of Destruction's First Time

After the turmoil in the Divine Realm subsided, the God of Destruction, with an iron fist and a clear blueprint, swiftly consolidated the power of the Divine Realm.

Most deities, whether driven by a desire for greater power or by awe of the God of Destruction's methods, or simply by assessing the situation, chose to stand on the side of the expansionist camp led by the God of Destruction.

In an instant, the will of the Divine Realm was highly unified, and the power of the gods was gathered together like never before.

The expansion plan proceeded smoothly and systematically.

The former Space God and the current Space God, Dongfang Jing, these two deities with the deepest attainments in the field of space, have become the core pillars of this project.

Together, they guided their divine power to inscribe layers upon layers of complex and profound spatial reinforcement divine runes at the newly formed barrier that was constantly extending outwards at the edge of the Divine Realm and thus becoming relatively "thin."

The other deities also performed their respective duties and contributed their strength.

The Elemental God, such as the god of Fire God, the god of water, the god of wind, and the god of earth, harmonized the absorbed, raging cosmic energy, gently integrating it into the origin of the Divine Realm; the god of Thunder God, the Butterfly God, and others also provided the power they could muster...

The entire Divine Realm, like a precise and efficient machine, worked together under the coordination of the God of Destruction to push forward the boundaries of the Divine Realm.

The process went surprisingly smoothly.

The anticipated violent spatial tremors, energy backlash, or interference from unknown sources did not occur.

The Divine Realm is like a healthy, growing organism. Its "territory" expands steadily outward at a visible rate, while its interior absorbs more and purer primordial energy from the universe, resulting in a slow and continuous increase in divine power concentration. The environment becomes more suitable for cultivation and nurturing of divinity.

In stark contrast to the bustling and hopeful atmosphere outside, a sealed-off, untouched temple houses the Life Goddess, confined within. Powerful sealing chains not only restrict her divine power but also isolate her from most of her active perception of the outside world. She can only passively "see" the ever-expanding scene at the edge of the Divine Realm through a restricted window in the dome.

Her heart felt as if it were being repeatedly tormented over a low flame.

Every day, she lived in constant fear, her mind on edge, terrified that the expanding barrier would suddenly shatter, unleashing a torrent of cosmic chaos, or attracting some indescribable, terrifying being that coveted the origin of the Divine Realm.

The blurry images of the great calamity that befell the Divine Realm, hidden in Tang San's fragmented memories, played out repeatedly in her mind like a nightmare, deepening her fear.

"Why... why won't he understand?" The Life Goddess leaned against the cold wall, gazing at the expanding light outside the window that sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes were filled with pain and incomprehension. "There are clear examples of what has happened before, the risks are so enormous... if we fail, the Divine Realm's foundation built over billions of years, the sanctuary upon which countless lives depend, will all be destroyed! Why is he so stubborn? Is power... really that important?"

The Life Goddess could not comprehend the God of Destruction's "ambition," much less condone this "gamble" that placed the entire Divine Realm under unknown risks.

She had tried countless times to contact the God of Destruction, hoping to persuade him in person.

But all the messages went unanswered; the God of Destruction seemed to have completely shut her out, focused on his grand plans, and had no intention of meeting with the Life Goddess.

This feeling of isolation, being ignored, and watching helplessly as "disaster" approached step by step caused the Life Goddess to live in anxiety and fear every day, and the mental and physical exhaustion was even greater than the injuries sustained in previous battles.

However, day by day, week by week, month by month...