The Holy Spirit Cult's True Crown Prince

At this moment, Tang Ya, affected by the divine power of lust, had already fallen into that state.

She leaned against Long Wushang's back, her eyes hazy and cheeks flushed, as though she were immersed in an inescapable illusion.

She clung tightly to Long Wushang, her expression filled with intense dependence.

After completing the sixth divine trial, Long Wushang's soul power surged once more.

His soul power, originally at rank sixty-two, was directly raised to rank sixty-four under the baptism of divine power.

Behind him, amid the boundless darkness, the phantom of an enormous Dark Sacred Dragon slowly emerged.

A deep dragon's roar echoed throughout the Dragon Tomb.

The increase in strength brought Long Wushang an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Looking at Tang Ya, who was already completely immersed in desire, a pleased smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Yet at this moment, he did not indulge in the pleasure before him. He merely pulled her into his arms, stroked her delicate body, and carefully soothed her.

By now, he had completed six of the Seven Deadly Sins' divine trials.

Pride, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth, lust.

Only the final trial—the tribulation of greed—remained.

Once all seven deadly sin trials were complete, he would be able to begin preparing for the fusion of sins, as well as the final divine position trial.

According to the information left behind by those seven seniors, once he reached the Titled Douluo rank and activated the final trial, he could truly step into the divine realm after passing it, inherit a divine position, and ascend to the Divine Realm.

At his current cultivation speed, he would have a chance to accomplish all of this within ten years at most.

But time no longer allowed him to wait slowly. Through Tang Ya's entry into the Holy Spirit Cult, he had already figured out the rough timeline.

If his calculations were correct, Huo Yuhao was probably only fourteen or fifteen years old now.

According to the original storyline, ten years later, Huo Yuhao would be around twenty-five or twenty-six. He would ultimately break through rank one hundred, defeat Di Tian by his own strength, complete his divine trial, and attain a divine position. By then, the entire continent would be under his control.

He knew perfectly well when the other party would become a god, but when would he himself complete the ultimate trial? Could he even complete it? That was still unknown, so he had no choice but to prepare in advance.

Moreover, Long Wushang knew clearly that peaceful coexistence between him and Huo Yuhao was absolutely impossible.

Huo Yuhao would never spare evil soul masters, especially someone like him, who had just been going in and out with Teacher Xiaoya.

Setting all that aside, in terms of status, as the Holy Spirit Cult's Holy Son, and with a martial soul like the Original Sin Demon Puppet that had drawn the Destroyer's faction's focused attention, he was destined to become a thorn in Huo Yuhao's side.

Even if Huo Yuhao did not want to move against him, that old father-in-law behind him would force Huo Yuhao to act. After all, Huo Yuhao had always been quite obedient.

A battle between the two sides had long become inevitable.

Since it could not be avoided, then he would see it through completely and eliminate all future trouble.

Therefore, after leaving seclusion this time, he had to take the initiative.

Using the power of the Holy Spirit Cult and the Sun Moon Empire, he would seek an opportunity at any cost to hunt down Huo Yuhao in advance and strike at Shrek Academy, thereby slowing Huo Yuhao's growth.

Even if he could not kill him outright, he still had to deal Shrek Academy and Huo Yuhao a sufficiently devastating blow.

Only then could he buy himself more time.

Evil Demon Forest.

The Holy Spirit Cult's underground headquarters.

In the past, Long Wushang rarely took the initiative to appear at the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters.

After all, given his current status and position, there was no need for him to personally participate in the Holy Spirit Cult's daily internal affairs unless something major occurred.

Yet today, he had appeared here unusually.

The black-and-gold dragon-patterned suit made of special materials further accentuated his already upright figure, making him appear even more noble and extraordinary.

Especially beneath the dim lighting of the underground palace, the dark golden patterns looked as though a gigantic dark dragon truly coiled around his body, emanating an invisible majesty.

At his side, Tang Ya, wearing a light gauze veil and possessing a voluptuous figure, affectionately linked her arm through his.

Their posture was exceedingly intimate; anyone could see that their relationship was far from ordinary.

At this moment, there were not many people gathered in the central plaza of the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters.

Aside from several core disciples responsible for handling the cult's affairs and a small number of key members, only a few elders and consecrated elders were discussing something there.

When Long Wushang appeared, nearly everyone's gaze converged on him at the same moment.

In particular, the powerhouses from the Hall of Consecrated Elders immediately rose and came forward upon seeing Long Wushang.

They did not hesitate in the slightest, nor did they put on the airs of Titled Douluo. Instead, they took the initiative to bow to Long Wushang.

"Bone Flute pays respects to Young Master."

"Magnetic Force pays respects to Young Master."

"Congratulations on Young Master's emergence from seclusion."

The two elderly men spoke respectfully, their attitudes even carrying a hint of deliberate ingratiation.

This scene undoubtedly further proved Long Wushang's special status within the Holy Spirit Cult to everyone around them.

The Holy Spirit Cult's highest-ranking combat forces had always been divided into two major factions.

One was the elder faction led by the current Cult Master, Zhongli Wu.

The other was the consecrated elder faction led by the Supreme Consecrated Elder, Long Xiaoyao.

On the surface, both sides served the Holy Spirit Cult's development and jointly obeyed the Supreme Cult Master, Ye Xishui.

But in truth, a clear rift had long existed between them.

Over the years, although neither side had completely torn off the pretense, their secret competition and conflict had never ceased.

In the past, because Zhongli Wu was Ye Xishui's sole heir, the elder faction had always held a certain advantage.

Even though the Hall of Consecrated Elders was powerful, it could only maintain a superficial balance.

But ever since Long Wushang's identity had been made public, everything had begun to change.

As Ye Xishui's blood descendant and Long Xiaoyao's biological son, Long Wushang had possessed an incomparably noble status from birth.

More importantly, the talent he displayed far exceeded everyone's expectations.

At such a young age, he already possessed such terrifying strength. He had also inherited the two top-tier martial souls of the Supreme Cult Master and Supreme Consecrated Elder. His future achievements were destined to be extraordinary; the advantage of twin martial souls alone was beyond Zhongli Wu's ability to match.

Under such circumstances, the many powerhouses of the Hall of Consecrated Elders naturally had a better choice.

Rather than continuing to follow Zhongli Wu, a Super Douluo who was older, deeply calculating, and whose potential had already reached its limit,

it was better to choose Long Wushang's side in advance.

After all, he was a peerless genius who truly possessed limitless potential.

By investing in his future now, once Long Wushang truly grew strong, they would naturally become his direct forces and be the first to reap the rewards.

Thus, after Long Wushang's identity was revealed, the Hall of Consecrated Elders' attitude had already undergone a subtle change.

"Senior Bone Flute, Senior Magnetic Force, there is no need for such ceremony."

Long Wushang looked at the two Titled Douluo before him, a faint smile on his face.

"You are both seniors of the cult, and elders to Wushang as well. Wushang cannot accept such formalities from you."

His tone was gentle, but the composure and confidence he displayed made everyone present understand his status even more clearly.