Douluo's self-deception! Longcang laughed! People can never imagine what they have never known! All the guests rejoiced!

After hearing the Grand Sage's report, Ye Canghai rubbed his brow somewhat helplessly on the dragon throne and said with a chuckle:

"Over thirty thousand... if we keep piling them up like this, even the war reserve depots will run out of floor space. Sometimes having too much stock is a nuisance, too. Dismantling them takes too much work, but keeping them as firecrackers for target practice makes too much noise."

At those words, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, standing below the palace steps, was the first to break into a broad grin. His deep laughter echoed through the hall like muffled thunder beneath the sea:

"Hahahaha! Isn't that the truth!

If you ask this old whale, it's all because the craftsmen at the Soul Tool Academy work too damn fast.

They'd barely gotten the production line for grade-twelve warheads running smoothly before they cracked the design for grade thirteen.

One update to the new version, and the old warheads became antiques gathering dust in the warehouses! These days, even picking live ammunition for a drill gives the corps commanders decision paralysis!"

Beside him, the Golden Crocodile King folded his arms, layers of wrinkles creasing his broad, ferocious face as he laughed:

"Exactly! During the Third Battle Fleet's drill the day before yesterday, those little brats nearly started a real fight on the training grounds over a few grade-twelve nuclear bombs to use as targets and set off fireworks.

If those bumpkins across the ocean saw that, their eyeballs would probably burst from staring!"

Peals of hearty laughter filled the hall.

Standing on the other side, the Purple Dragon King, Sun Douluo, and the other pinnacle human Titled Douluo and human-form ferocious beasts wore expressions of unprecedented ease and delight.

All the guests rejoiced!

On the Longcang Continent, the atmosphere at court had never resembled that of Douluo's two great empires, where sovereign and subjects guarded against one another and every step was fraught with danger. Nor was it steeped in the cold, rigid hierarchy of the Spirit Hall.

Here, whether they were human-form ferocious beasts ruling over a region or pinnacle human soul engineers overseeing countless manufacturing operations, their bond with the emperor on the dragon throne could not be summed up in a few words.

They were living beings of this continent, but more than that, they were fervent believers who worshipped and looked up to the supreme Longcang Divine Emperor together.

Ten thousand years ago, Ye Canghai had carried this land across the vast ocean, using his supreme divine might to shut out the Divine Realm's prying eyes and the lethal judgment of its laws!

Single-handedly, he had soothed the sea of blood and hatred accumulated between humans and soul beasts over countless centuries, opening up this supreme pure land where they could freely explore the fundamental truths of heaven and earth and flourish without fear.

To every mighty figure in the hall, Ye Canghai was not merely the empire's ruler. He was the source of faith that had allowed their races to survive and their civilizations to leap forward!

And now, watching Qian Daoliu's air of "absolute certainty and insight into heaven's secrets" in the comments on the sky screen high above,

then looking at Xue Ye and Yu Xiaogang's relieved, groveling agreement, the humans and ferocious beasts in the hall felt more than amusement. They felt a sense of absurdity and the pity of those looking down from above.

A person's vision could never pierce the cage of their own understanding.

A frog crouching at the bottom of a dry well could spend its entire life imagining the heavens, yet conceive of nothing beyond that tiny circular opening overhead.

In its world, a bird flying past the mouth of the well already possessed heaven-reaching powers. If someone told it that the sky was boundless and the brilliant river of stars stretched for thousands of miles,

it would only regard that as a fantastical tale, arrogant and delusional.

For those native soul masters of the Douluo Continent, who had spent tens of thousands of years still hacking away with cold steel and treating individual soul skills as the ultimate truth of the universe,

how could they understand what a "soul tool" was? How could they imagine a "fully automated industrial production line"?

What they saw as a "peerless, one-of-a-kind masterpiece," something that required exhausting a nation's reserves and even attracting a god's favor merely to scrape together,

was nothing more than an ordinary consumable awaiting replacement and destruction in a pile of industrial scrap to the Longcang Continent, which had already crossed the threshold into a god-level civilization.

"Your Majesty,"

Sun Douluo, a pinnacle human Titled Douluo, stroked the silver beard beneath his chin. With a faint, teasing smile at the corners of his mouth, he bowed and said:

"Those 'supreme powers' of the Douluo Continent are still comforting one another on the sky screen, firmly convinced that we've 'exhausted our reserves' and 'can't make a second one.'

In this old servant's opinion, shouldn't we add another log to their fire? Otherwise, these arrogant frogs at the bottom of a well might truly believe a few words of imagined victory can carry them across the chasm between our two worlds."

Ye Canghai lifted his teacup and leisurely sipped the crisp spirit tea. His deep eyes looked through the hall's carved, openwork dome toward the map of Douluo Star rapidly drawing closer on the sky screen.

He set down the cup, an exceedingly amused smile slowly curling his lips:

"No hurry. Since the sky screen has already begun retrieving the full depth of our war reserves, let the Heavenly Dao teach them the most direct 'lesson in truth' on our behalf."

"When someone has exhausted every means to build a mental defense they believe to be indestructible... smashing it utterly with a single hammer blow makes a particularly pleasing sound."

Above, on the sky screen, the brilliant golden lines Qian Daoliu had written with the divine sense of a level-99 Limit Douluo

seemed to carry the pressure of a true god, lingering at the very top of the [Douluo section].

As those glittering golden "comments" from Qian Daoliu, the Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, flooded screens across the entire plane,

the Douluo Continent, which had fallen into deathly silence because of that Godslayer Nuclear Weapon,

seemed to receive a powerful shot in the arm. The atmosphere, which had been on the verge of collapse, miraculously eased.

The moment the comments appeared, the entire Douluo Continent froze. Then countless towns and sects erupted into an uproar!

[Qian Daoliu... Great Enshrined Qian Daoliu? Holy shit?! That old monster is still alive?!]

[Who's Qian Daoliu? Judging by that title, a level-99 Peerless Douluo... since when did the Spirit Hall have a Great Enshrined? Isn't Her Holiness Bibi Dong the pope?]

[Qian Daoliu, invincible in the skies! One of the three great Peerless Douluo of our age, alongside Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect and Bo Saixi of Sea God Island!]

[Doesn't Pope Bibi Dong have the final say in the Spirit Hall? Where did this Great Enshrined suddenly come from?]

[What do you youngsters know! Bibi Dong belongs to the Papal Hall—that hardly counts for anything! Enshrined Qian presides over the true sacred land, the Worship Hall! He's the Angel God's representative, and he already stood unrivaled beneath heaven a hundred years ago!]

In the comment section, elderly Soul Douluo who had lived in seclusion for years emerged one after another, pouring out their wild joy at having survived calamity.

The annihilating disaster that had loomed over the hearts of soul masters throughout the continent finally seemed to have found a pillar they could lean upon in this living legend.

[Listen to that! He saw straight through to the heart of it! You really have to hand it to the elders! The older generation sees things so clearly!]

[The Great Enshrined is right! A weapon that destroys ten thousand miles in a single strike and forcibly tears apart microscopic laws—how terrifying must its backlash and cost be? For the Longcang Continent to scrape together even one as a trump card already defies heaven. How could they possibly mass-produce them?!]

[The Great Enshrined's words have awakened us from our dream! So what if it's a god-level nuclear weapon? Can they make those things every day, produce them every month? It must be a one-off that exhausted the entire continent's resources!]

[Exactly! As expected of the living fossil presiding over the Worship Hall, he saw straight through the Longcang Continent's act of looking strong while being hollow inside!]

[Without a true god's protection, it's nothing but flowers in a mirror and the moon upon water! External tools are still only external tools!]