"He was born with level one Innate Soul Power, then switched to cultivating Soul Tool. After obtaining the blueprint for the Windchaser Bird, it took him more than ten years to restore it."
Zhou Tan smiled and said, "I've heard about this from Lord Xi Zhao."
"Furthermore, Lord Xi Zhao also said that if it weren't for you, no one else could have replicated the Windchaser Bird."
"Yeah?"
Bei Ming Feng looked at the Windchaser Bird and smiled, "It's normal that obtaining the power of the Progenitor was a bit difficult."
"That's why, when you gained power, you were also seen by the Progenitor."
A white light flashed, and Xi Zhao appeared before them. "Bei Ming Feng, your Windchaser Bird has great potential. Keep it up!"
"Yes!"
After encouraging Bei Ming Feng, Xi Zhao turned to Zhou Tan and said, "The Progenitor has ordered us to finish this battle quickly and end the war on the Douluo Continent as soon as possible."
"Yes."
Zhou Tan nodded. "I'll go prepare the Soul Cannon right away."
"Need not."
Xi Zhao waved his hand and looked at the camp in the distance. "If we want to win this battle quickly, we have to use a decapitation strike tactic."
Find out the positions of the leaders of each sect and empire, and I will eliminate them one by one.
"Yes, I understand!"
At the same time, the Asura God, the Angel God, and the Rakshasa God simultaneously began issuing Divine Decree, not for victory, but only to force out more of Bei Mingyuan's power.
Inside the Spirit Hall, in the Worship Hall.
The Angel God Statue radiated light, and a Divine Decree was issued.
"Angel God!"
Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his head; the Angel God had finally responded.
Upon hearing the Angel God's Divine Decree, Qian Daoliu was first taken aback, then slowly lowered his head. "I will obey the Divine Decree!"
Not only Qian Daoliu, but also Bibi Dong in the Pope's Palace received the voice of the Rakshasa God at the same time.
"You mean the content of the God's Exam has been changed?"
Bibi Dong frowned deeply. "You want me to cooperate with the High Priest of the Angel God to defeat the Northern Underworld Empire? Why?"
The High Priest of the Angel God, also known as Qian Daoliu, is someone she is extremely unwilling to cooperate with.
The conflict between them cannot be described in a few words; in fact, if possible, neither of them would want to see the other for the rest of their lives.
[There's no reason why, you must comply, otherwise you won't be able to inherit my power! Nor will you be able to truly take revenge!]
The Rakshasa God, far away in the Divine Realm, was not as polite as the Angel God. In her eyes, Bibi Dong was just a tool.
If she wants to break free from the constraints of the Divine Realm, she needs someone to inherit her position; otherwise, the Rakshasa God will remain in the Divine Realm forever, without freedom.
"I have restored your suppressed Soul Power, and I have also entrusted my natal artifact, the Rakshasa Scythe, to you. When necessary, I will personally bestow power upon you. Go forth and do it!"
"Okay, I understand."
Bibi Dong nodded. At this moment, for her own sake and for the sake of the Douluo Continent, she had to join forces with Qian Daoliu to defeat the enemy.
Otherwise, he would not be able to raise even a shred of his prestige. After the Northern Underworld Empire occupies the Douluo Continent, it will definitely purge all the old forces on the continent, including the Spirit Hall.
"However, I don't want to be your puppet forever!"
After ending the conversation, Bibi Dong's eyes gleamed with a sinister light; if anything unexpected happened, she would surrender to the Northern Underworld Empire without hesitation.
Those Gods simply wanted to use them as cannon fodder to test the strength of the Northern Underworld Empire, but she refused to let them have their way!
A short while later, a golden streak of light flashed, Qian Daoliu in the Pope's Palace: "Bibi Dong."
"Your Angel God has also issued Divine Decree?"
Bibi Dong coldly looked at the other party. "It seems that those Gods are truly afraid of the Northern Underworld Empire and that Mutant Beast Kunpeng."
"This is not our business."
Qian Daoliu said calmly, "Just carry out the Gods's mission well. There's no need to say anything more."
"Can't you see that God intends to use us as cannon fodder?"
Bibi Dong sneered, "Even if we are Limit Douluo, we are nothing but ants before the power of Gods."
"Even the Sea God was killed by him in one blow, so what trouble can we possibly cause?"
"I said, this is not our business."
The Qian Daoliu family has served the Angel God for generations, and they have no doubt about the Angel God's words.
Moreover, Qian Renxue already possesses enough power to inherit the Angel God, which leaves him with no worries.
"Hmph! Qian Daoliu, I advise you not to be so stubborn!"
Having regained her Limit Douluo strength, Bibi Dong was not afraid of her opponent. "I hope you won't choose the wrong side or get in my way!"
"That's what I wanted to say to you too!"
Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, "Our past grievances are irrelevant to this matter, and I don't want you to let personal feelings get involved!"
Having said that, Qian Daoliu spread his wings and transformed into a streak of light, departing.
"Snort!"
Watching the other person's figure disappear, Bibi Dong tightened her grip on the scepter. That old thing, if it weren't for the pressure from those Gods, she would have already made her move!
In the seas of the Star Luo Empire, a small boat was drifting on the surface, carrying Tang He and his companions who had been smuggling themselves across the border.
They had been sailing at sea for three days, and there was still no end to the sea in front of them.
"Father, I... I'm dying."
Tang San looked weak; seasickness had made him pale and greatly reduced his fighting strength. "How much longer until we reach the Northern Underworld Continent?"
"Hang in there a little longer."
Tang Hao is in pretty good condition. As a Titled Douluo, if he were to be defeated by these symptoms, he would truly lose face.
"As far as I know, the Northern Underworld Continent is gradually bordering the Douluo Continent, and I believe we will reach our destination soon."
"Vomit!"
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was almost unable to get up. "The Northern Underworld Continent not only has empires, but also many Soul Beasts, all of very good quality."
If Xiao San can level up there, he can find his desired Soul Ring in the Northern Underworld Continent! His strength will also greatly increase.
That makes sense.
Tang Hao looked at the distant ocean. "The Northern Underworld Continent has quite a few Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. They would be excellent as my son's Soul Ring!"
"Xiao Wu I can't move right now, let's use your Soul Ring to pave the way for my son!"
"Father, I will not let you down."
Tang San nodded firmly. He was determined to become stronger and defeat them!
"Good, he truly is my son!"
Tang Hao patted Tang San on the shoulder with satisfaction. "I believe you will definitely inherit my mantle. When the time is right, I will teach you the sect's secret techniques!"
"Secret techniques of a sect?"
Tang San immediately became interested. "Father, what kind of ultimate skill is it?"
"That's the strongest power created by our Clear Sky Sect's ancestor Tang Chen; its power is absolutely no less than that of Soul Skill!"
Tang Hao patted the other person on the shoulder. "But with your current abilities, you're not yet capable of mastering these things. Keep it up!"