Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
Above Spirit City, a golden-red pillar of light tore through the heavens without warning, enveloping the entire holy city.
The power contained within that pillar transcended mortal comprehension. It was divine power—true, complete divine power. It was neither the distant projection of divine power cast down by the Asura God nor the remnants of divine power Poseidon had borrowed through the Sea God Trident. It was a genuine god manifesting fully in the mortal world.
Qian Daoliu stood suspended in the air, golden-red flames coiling around him and dyeing half the sky the color of blazing clouds.
His golden hair had returned to the crimson-gold shade of his youth under the infusion of divine power, every strand burning with undying flames.
His once thirty-something face now appeared even younger, seemingly just over twenty. His features were sharp and heroic, while his eyes burned with golden fire as they gazed down upon the Douluo Continent below. Wherever his gaze fell, the air warped faintly from the heat.
His Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had vanished, completely merging into his divine body.
Qian Daoliu no longer needed a Martial Soul. He himself was the Fire God who wielded the authority of flames. With a mere gesture, he could scorch the heavens, boil the seas, and reduce an entire city to ashes.
Terrifying divine might spread from above Spirit City in all directions, as tangible as substance.
Wherever that divine might passed, mountains and rivers changed color, and all living beings bowed their heads.
The vast majority of creatures on the Douluo Continent, including Title Douluo-level experts, were forced to their knees by that divine might, not daring to even raise their heads.
The citizens of the Douluo Empire knelt in the streets, Spirit Hall's