"There are still 43 years until the next Proof of Godhood, aren't there?"
"We'll hold it early, in three days!"
The instant Ji Xuanyuan's lips closed, several large golden characters shot from his mouth and flew out the window.
"Starting it early is fine, too."
"It'll give the younger generation another opportunity. Perhaps someone will become a god this time."
At his words, Gu Yuena nodded slightly in agreement.
The Proof of Godhood.
It took place once every hundred years.
All demigods participated in the battle, but only the strongest among them was chosen and granted a God Position Seed condensed by the Human Emperor himself.
With a God Position Seed, demigods would have an easier time forging a self-created godhood.
However.
Forging a self-created godhood was extraordinarily difficult. Even with a divine seed's assistance, only a handful had succeeded in the past ten thousand years.
Gu Yuena looked out the window, several figures flashing through her mind.
This batch is quite promising.
"Emperor Xin, Mu En, Du Bisou, Ye Wuye, Chen Feijian..."
"This batch could be called a Golden Generation. Hopefully, another god will emerge."
"Sooner or later, we'll have to truly face the Divine Realm in battle."
Gu Yuena spoke in an indifferent tone.
The Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
A gentle mountain breeze swept over the bluestone path.
Tang San and his party arrived.
He watched the Support Rate figures continually sliding down the Sky Screen, bewildered.
What happened?
Why has the Human Emperor World's Support Rate started falling again?
Up one moment, down the next.
Puzzled though he was.
His mood did lighten considerably.
For him, a falling Support Rate for the Human Emperor World brought only benefits and no drawbacks.
"The master of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion is treating someone's injuries inside the pavilion at the moment."
"Let's wait a little. We can pay our respects once the pavilion master has finished."
Mu En walked slowly at the front.
Although they were both demigods.
The master of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion was over four hundred years old, two hundred years his senior, and was held in great esteem.
He still respected him deeply.
Behind him.
Tang San's gaze swept across the entire Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
This sect was different from all the others.
It asked nothing of one's background, made no distinction between races, and did not even ask about talent.
Anyone willing to devote themselves to cultivation could enter and study.
Walking toward them.
A human boy had a white bear Soul Beast following beside him. The white bear made soft rumbling sounds, and the two chatted and laughed without the slightest barrier between them.
This was a sight that had never existed on the Douluo Continent.
Tang San watched them leave, recalling what he had previously seen at the Human Emperor Academy. This world had a kind of mental communication technique that allowed different races to communicate with one another.
That must be what they're using.
"What kind of judgment do those people from ten thousand years ago have? They actually don't want to come over to our side. Our numbers keep falling."
"So what if they fall? What does it matter?"
"Let them choose whatever they want. It's even better if they don't come."
"Come on, let's go."
Along the way, quite a few disciples were discussing the Sky Screen in their spare time.
But they clearly did not care much, treating it merely as idle conversation.
Those who needed to cultivate cultivated; those who needed to get somewhere continued on their way.
Listening to these conversations, Tang San's brows gradually furrowed.
An inexplicable discomfort rose in his heart.
They don't take us seriously.
He felt that everyone in this world paid no mind to outsiders like them.
Whether they came or left was of no consequence.
To be honest, Tang San had never intended to remain in the Human Emperor World.
From beginning to end, he had wanted to return to his own timeline and protect everything that belonged to him.
Yet being regarded with such disdain still made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
Forget it.
They're merely mortals who don't know what I'll achieve in the future.
Tang San suppressed the anger in his heart.
He puffed out his chest even further.
I'm the Sea God. There's no need to stoop to the level of mortals.
At the heart of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
Inside an ancient, simple pavilion.
A white-haired elder sat upright on a meditation cushion. Behind him, his Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul slowly unfurled, its nine petals shimmering with pearly-white healing light.
Before him.
Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan were enveloped in the healing light, their bodies trembling slightly.
Suddenly.
"Pfft!"
The old man and young woman simultaneously opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood.
"I've used the Poison Spirit Conversion Technique to convert the toxins accumulated in your bodies into Soul Power."
"Absorb it quickly!"
The light dissipated, and the white-haired elder looked at the two with a kindly expression, his voice gentle.
No sooner had he spoken.
Than a large surge of Soul Power appeared out of nowhere inside Dugu Bo's and Dugu Yan's bodies.
Crack!
The Soul Power broke through the barriers holding back their levels.
The deadly poison nurtured over decades transformed into Soul Power, and their auras surged wildly!
Level 93! Level 94! Level 95!
In just a few breaths, Dugu Bo broke through to become a level-95 Titled Douluo!
Beside him, Dugu Yan also benefited greatly. Soul Power blossomed around her, settling firmly at the level-40 Soul Elder realm.
Once she obtained a Soul Ring.
Her level would shoot up again.
His face filled with wild joy, Dugu Bo bowed to the elder with the utmost respect.
"Thank you for giving us a new lease on life, Senior! Your medical skills are unrivaled beneath the heavens!"
"Thank you, Grandpa!"
Dugu Yan immediately brightened as well.
She was happy not for herself, but for her grandfather.
Three days earlier.
When she had first learned that both she and her grandfather were afflicted with their Martial Soul's poison, she had been so worried, even blaming him for hiding it from her.
Yet she had never expected.
That it would be resolved in just three days.
Ten thousand years earlier.
Heaven Dou Imperial City.
Having watched the entire scene on the Sky Screen, Prince Xue Xing laughed with wild delight.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"The Poison Douluo has broken through to level 95! Our Heaven Dou Empire's reserves of strength have grown again!"
Dugu Bo was his honored guest and an imperial retainer.
Now that his cultivation had soared, the Heaven Dou Empire's fighting strength had likewise climbed another step!
Moreover.
He had long suspected the Crown Prince of plotting against his brothers and had been investigating in secret. Now, with the pressure exerted by the Poison Douluo, he could pursue his investigation with a freer hand.
In the imperial palace.
In an otherwise empty room, Qian Renxue sat alone in silence.
She kept feeling that something was wrong.
As though her identity would soon be discovered.
Qian Renxue rested both hands on the table, an inexplicable worry in her heart.
Sunset Forest.
The former site of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Nothing remained now but yellowish-brown earth.
"Damn that Dugu Bo!"
Yue Guan cursed through gritted teeth, his heart filled with jealousy.
He had seen everything on the Sky Screen clearly.
To think Dugu Bo actually had a Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum!
It was the spiritual herb he had yearned for and spent half his life searching for, and it had been right under his nose all along.
In Dugu Bo's medicinal garden!
Ning Fengzhi's party had been forcibly carried off by tentacles as soon as they entered the Human Emperor World.
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum had to still be there.
"I'll wait right here. The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum will be mine."
His eyes bloodshot, Yue Guan stared fixedly at the ground ahead.
"Yue Guan, the Supreme Pontiff sent word, telling us to finish off the Poison Douluo. It seems to be an order from the Worship Hall."
Beside him, Ghost Douluo remained hidden in ghostly mist, only his voice emerging.
"It's only Dugu Bo. I can handle him alone."
Yue Guan spoke disdainfully.
Even though his opponent had broken through to level 95, he still thought nothing of him.
After all, his Martial Soul was the perfect counter to Dugu Bo's.
The Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
"Take this cultivation method and practice it. Once you master it, the poison of your Jade Phosphor Snake Martial Souls will no longer harm you. Instead, it will help your cultivation."
The white-haired elder raised his hand and offered them a blue booklet.
"What? A cultivation method like this actually exists! Thank you, Pavilion Master Ye!"
"Thank you!"
Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan accepted it with both hands and solemnly thanked him again.
"This is wonderful, Master!"
A delicate-featured boy hurried inside. "The Proof of Godhood-the Proof of Godhood has been moved forward! Master, you can still make it in time to participate!"
Tears glistened at the corners of his eyes.
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