His own translucent God King Throne had not vanished.
It had merely grown indistinct, as though the solid divine artifact had become a faint projection.
He was still here. He had not left.
"This is your throne," the Destruction God King said quietly.
Fang Fan stood before the God King Throne, lightning surging across his body, his violet eyes flashing.
He looked at the Destruction God King, and his lips slowly curved into a deep smile.
Inside the Destruction Inheritance Divine Temple, Fang Fan still sat upon the newly formed God King Throne.
His eyes were closed. Purple-black divine light surged through him like a torrent, and every breath made the entire temple tremble.
The Destruction Divine Thunder around the throne was no longer restless. It had grown docile and reverent, like countless subjects kneeling at their king's feet.
His power was still rising.
Early God King. The moment the throne had fully solidified, he had stood firmly in the God King realm.
Yet his body was like a bottomless ancient well. No matter how much Divine Power poured in, it never overflowed.
Mid God King.
Late God King.
God King Peak.
He surged onward, smashing through barriers that had stopped countless gods.
The entire Destruction Inheritance Divine Temple groaned beneath his power. The star chart on its vaulted ceiling spun wildly, like a sky stirred by a giant hand.
The power of destruction accumulated over untold millennia had become fuel for his ascent. Divine light blazed skyward around him, and violet lightning coiled like dragons.
The Destruction God King stood below with his hands behind his back, gazing up. A hint of shock gradually crossed his once-calm face.
He had lived for billions of years. What kind of genius had he not seen? Yet now, the God King Throne