Qian Daoliu Becomes a God, the Holy Spirit Cult Falls into Chaos

[The Arena Tournament has ended!]

[Winner: Qian Daoliu. Reward: Sun Godhood (First-Level God)]

[Loser: Ye Xishui. Punishment: Turned into a Soul Spirit and entered the prize pool.]

With that, the battle came to an end.

Qian Daoliu vanished from the arena and returned to the Worship Hall.

As soon as he arrived, his reward came as well.

Qian Daoliu felt as though he were standing in an endless sun.

Then the Soul Power that had stagnated for years began to break through.

In a matter of moments, he had reached the legendary hundredth level of Soul Power.

"I... became a god!"

Feeling the immense power within him, Qian Daoliu was both shocked and overjoyed.

With a single thought, he could now command the power of the sun.

Though Qian Daoliu regretted not inheriting the Angel Godhood of the Angel Clan, he was still satisfied with becoming the Sun God.

The Angel God's legacy could remain with Qian Renxue.

"Congratulations, Great Enshrined, on breaking through to level one hundred!"

"Congratulations, Great Enshrined, on becoming the Sun God!"

The enshrined elders gathered around him, their eyes full of admiration and respect.

Qian Daoliu was now a god.

He had truly risen above the mortal realm.

He was the first new god to appear on Douluo Continent in ten thousand years.

Ever since Angel God Qian Yuhan and Sea God Poseidon had ascended...

No god had appeared on the entire continent for ten thousand years.

Now, Qian Daoliu had taken the lead, breaking through to godhood ahead of everyone else.

How could the Worship Hall not be excited?

This not only meant that Spirit Hall had grown more powerful.

It also proved that the Arena Tournament's rewards were real.

If they, too, won the Arena Tournament like Qian Daoliu, then one day they might also become gods.

It was enough to set every Soul Master in the world ablaze with hope.

But Qian Daoliu, the man at the center of it all, had little time to savor the elders' praise.

"Any news of Tang San?"

Qian Daoliu asked coldly.

What good was becoming a god if Tang San remained at large?

They would still be doomed to destruction.

Tang San had killed Rakshasa God by himself and crippled Angel God.

In the end, he had brought Spirit Hall, an institution with a legacy stretching back ten thousand years, crashing down in a single night.

Qian Daoliu's godhood was only that of a First-Level God.

He was hardly stronger than Rakshasa God or Angel God.

Neither of those two First-Level Gods had been a match for Tang San.

How could Qian Daoliu afford to relax?

As long as Tang San remained alive, he would never sleep easy.

"Great Enshrined, we've already informed every force at our disposal to search for Tang San."

"But we haven't received any news yet."

Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed.

The cheerful mood immediately turned somber.

Qian Daoliu furrowed his brow. "Tang San, who are you, really?"

Pope Palace...

Bibi Dong sensed the terrifying aura of Qian Daoliu's ascension to godhood, and her expression darkened at once.

"Lately, the bad news just keeps coming."

Tang San alone had already given Bibi Dong enough headaches.

And now Qian Daoliu had become the Sun God.

That meant her plan to take revenge on the Angel Clan would remain out of reach for a long time.

She wasn't even a god yet.

Even if she became Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong had no confidence she could defeat Qian Daoliu, the Sun God.

Of course, what annoyed Bibi Dong most was that Qian Daoliu had become a god without having to undergo any trials.

What an utterly shameless bit of backdoor dealing.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei, why haven't you found Tang San yet?"

"What are you two even good for?"

Bibi Dong was seething.

Naturally, she needed someone to take it out on.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were the unlucky ones who got caught in her sights.

"Your Holiness, we've already sent every Soul Master out to search."

"We may have good news before long."

Chrysanthemum Douluo explained, gritting his teeth.

"A bunch of useless fools!"

"I'm giving you three days. If you still haven't given me an answer I'm satisfied with, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Bibi Dong snorted, dumping all the pressure on Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo.

She didn't care what they did.

She wanted answers!

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo broke into a cold sweat and hurried out of Pope Palace.

If he stayed any longer, Bibi Dong might use him as her punching bag again.

"That damn Tang San. Where is he hiding?"

Ghost Douluo cursed under his breath.

Neither of them wanted to be punished by Bibi Dong.

She showed no mercy to subordinates who failed to get things done.

The two knew all too well how terrifying Bibi Dong's methods could be.

Holy Spirit Cult...

Unlike Spirit Hall, which had its own troubles, the Holy Spirit Cult was in no better shape.

As the Supreme Cult Leader, Ye Xishui was not only the spiritual pillar of the Holy Spirit Cult, but also one of its rare powerhouses.

Any faction that lost a Limit Douluo would see its strength plummet.

Without Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao would no longer stay with the Holy Spirit Cult.

After all, he had joined the cult solely to protect Ye Xishui.

Without Ye Xishui tying him to it, why would Long Xiaoyao have done something so unfilial?

And now, Ye Xishui was gone.

Long Xiaoyao naturally had no reason to stay with the Holy Spirit Cult.

Qian Daoliu's actions had cost the Holy Spirit Cult two Limit Douluos in one fell swoop.

It was a devastating blow.

"Uncle Long, can't you stay?"

"The Holy Spirit Cult needs you. I need you, too."

Zhongli Wu had no time to mourn Ye Xishui.

He had to convince Long Xiaoyao to stay at once.

The Holy Spirit Cult couldn't afford to lose him as well.

Losing Ye Xishui had already left the cult with one arm severed.

If Long Xiaoyao left, it would lose both hands.

Zhongli Wu was determined to keep him there.

Long Xiaoyao had no interest in hearing Zhongli Wu plead with him.

His eyes blazed with rage, and he had only one thought.

To avenge Ye Xishui.

He had once sworn to protect Ye Xishui for the rest of his life.

That was how he meant to make up for what he owed her.

But now Ye Xishui was dead.

And he had failed to protect her.

It was Long Xiaoyao's failure.

Since he hadn't managed to protect Ye Xishui, all he could do now was kill Qian Daoliu and avenge her.

"Qian Daoliu, you old bastard! I'll make you pay for Xishui with your life!"

Long Xiaoyao clenched his fists and roared in anguish.

The terrifying killing intent pouring from him kept even Zhongli Wu at a distance.

"Uncle Long, stay. We'll find a way to avenge Mother together."

Zhongli Wu spoke with difficulty.

He still tried to persuade Long Xiaoyao not to leave.

"I won't leave for now."

"I won't go anywhere until I've avenged Xishui."

Long Xiaoyao gave Zhongli Wu his word.

He would stay with the Holy Spirit Cult until he killed Qian Daoliu and avenged Ye Xishui.

Zhongli Wu felt a little relieved.

It seemed Long Xiaoyao wouldn't leave for at least a hundred years.

But to avenge Ye Xishui, he would first have to become a god.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be qualified to fight Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu was no longer a Limit Douluo. He was a First-Level God, the Sun God.

If Long Xiaoyao didn't become a god, how could he avenge Ye Xishui?