The moment the God Emperor Authority took shape, heaven and earth rang in unison.
It was a sound Fang Fan had never heard before, as though ten thousand rules were resonating at once, or mountains and rivers stretching for millions of miles had all held their breath in the same instant.
He stood before the black altar. The authority in his hand slowly revealed its true form, as if he had grasped a fulcrum of the entire world.
A faint yet omnipresent consciousness surged toward him from every direction.
It was the Plane itself.
The consciousness of the Douluo Continent was congratulating him. Like a taciturn elder, it had finally nodded to a child who had reached the very summit. Fang Fan tightened his grip on the authority, and a smile slowly spread across his face. He had become the God Emperor at last.
At the same moment, deep in the Divine Realm, the Asura God King shot upright in the Blood Pool.
Dark red Asura Divine Light churned uncontrollably around him, scattering as though something had frightened it.
He pressed a hand to his chest. For the first time, his face, which had only ever worn a cold sneer, showed something close to terror.
Impossible.
He shook his head instinctively.
Had someone surpassed the God King Realm?
That mortal brat he'd never taken seriously? Had he reached that point?
He sprang to his feet, blood-red light blazing in his eyes, and forced a vicious curse through his teeth.
He had thought Tang San would be the one to shake the Divine Realm. Yet while the pawn he had so carefully cultivated was still struggling through trials on Sea God Island, Fang Fan had already left him so far behind that he could no longer see his shadow?
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