Shen Qianhua smiled and said, "Husband! How are your injuries? Now that you've defeated Hao Dao and become the final victor, once you ascend the Throne of Myriad Gods, you'll be the Lord of Gods of this Tournament of Gods."
Yue Chan said expectantly, "Husband, the Throne of Myriad Gods isn't simple this time. Even the inheritance of the God Lord has appeared, and your Power of Myriad Gods can transform into true supreme power."
Zhao Fu smiled and nodded. "Then let's go now."
Afterward, Zhao Fu led the others near the divine throne. The twenty-four statues around it now emitted an immense rainbow barrier. Apart from the final victor, no one could approach.
The moment anyone came within a single step, they would be attacked by all twenty-four statues. There was practically nothing that could withstand it.
Mie Liu and the others could only stop nearby. Besides them, Tian Yue, Hao Dao, and some others had also come here, wishing to witness Zhao Fu become the Lord of Gods.
Everyone outside the secret realm also fell silent, their eyes fixed on the scene in the mirror, their expressions expectant and excited.
Looking at the divine throne ahead, which radiated golden light, Zhao Fu could not help but feel somewhat expectant and nervous as he walked forward.
The powerful rainbow barrier did not stop Zhao Fu. Like a thin membrane, it allowed his body to pass through with ease as he walked toward the divine throne.
After a while, Zhao Fu arrived before the divine throne and stepped onto it. He only felt a stream of divine power blessing his body, as though a layer of golden radiance had fallen over him, giving him an air of holiness, solemnity, and nobility.
Zhao Fu climbed the stone steps one by one,