The crowd surrounded Kong Xuan, discussing him excitedly for quite a while.
As the initial excitement subsided and the noise subsided, Kong Xuan straightened his expression and his gaze swept over every familiar face.
"Alright!" His voice was calm, yet it silenced everyone. "Now, let's get down to business."
Everyone's expressions turned solemn, knowing that what Kong Xuan was about to say must be of great importance.
"Over the next period of time, I will begin to arrange the unfinished matters on the mainland."
Kong Xuan paused briefly, then deliberately turned his gaze to Kong Ling, Meng Hongchen, and Huo Yuhao and the others.
"After that, you can prepare to complete the final ascension ceremony!"
He was clearly saying this to his companions who had already received Godhood Inheritance.
Meng Hongchen and Kong Ling have already passed all the Divine Examination; only the final step—the ritual to become gods—remains.
Although the Thunder God Inheritance is fraught with danger, Huo Yuhao, as the chosen one of this world, has successfully passed through all the trials. Now, only the final Thunder God's Ninth Trial remains to be completed.
The reason why Meng Hongchen and Kong Ling have been kept from becoming gods directly is precisely because they are worried that it would alarm the God King Tang in the Divine Realm too early, attracting unnecessary attention and interference.
Therefore, Kong Xuan's plan was that if they wanted to become gods, they would all do it together. Once they became gods, they would ascend directly to the Divine Realm, giving Tang San no time to react.
Upon hearing this, Meng Hongchen and the others' eyes shone with even greater excitement.
After all, that is the realm of "gods" who truly transcend the mortal world and live as long as heaven and earth, the ultimate dream of Soul Master.
However, the other companions who had not yet received the Godhood Inheritance showed a hint of undisguised dejection on their faces.
This sense of desolation stems not only from the impending farewell, but also from the uncertainty about one's future.
While his companions were about to enter the realm of the gods, he seemed to have been left behind.
Kong Xuan noticed this subtle change in emotion. His gaze swept over the slightly gloomy faces, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Don't look so down. Once we reach the Divine Realm and establish ourselves, our top priority will be to promote the opening of the Divine Realm and increase the number of divine positions."
"At that time, you will naturally have the opportunity to become gods."
One of the core disputes between the two great powers of the Divine Realm, the Sea God and the God of Destruction, is whether the Divine Realm Divine Realm should expand by increasing the number of divine positions.
Tang San was naturally on the opposing side. Kong Xuan's first plan upon ascending to the Divine Realm was to help the God of Destruction defeat Tang San, and then increasing his divine position would be a foregone conclusion.
Upon hearing this, a burning light instantly shone in the eyes of those previously dejected companions!
Over the years, the most profound impression Kong Xuan left on everyone was that he "always kept his word and acted only after careful planning."
He never makes promises lightly; once he does, it means he has a clear path and considerable certainty.
Therefore, to them, this statement was not a vague promise, but a weighty commitment and a genuine hope!
Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
The fact that Kong Xuan had already reached level 100 and become a god was known only to a very small circle of people.
In the eyes of the people of the mainland, he was still just that brilliant and unfathomable Equal to Heaven Douluo.
With everything in the Federation on track and no longer requiring his attention, he devoted most of his energy to the Spirit Pagoda over the past six months.
He imparted the core essence and many secrets of the Soul Spirit technology to Xu Wei and other founding elders who had followed him all the way, and clearly instructed the future research direction of the tower—to do everything possible to overcome the technical barriers of Artificial Soul Spirit.
Just three days ago, a shocking and perplexing piece of news was released: Kong Xuan had actually stepped down as the head of the Spirit Pagoda.
The second master of the Spirit Pagoda is Qiangu Fuliu, who recently broke through to the Titled Douluo realm and is now known as " Sky-Rending "!
This appointment allowed the Qiangu clan to officially take over this huge force that could influence the structure of the continent thousands of years earlier than the original historical trajectory.
However, the Spirit Pagoda Council is now comprised of various factions. Even if Qiangu Fuliu were to become the Tower Master, he would not have much say in the Spirit Pagoda because he is not Kong Xuan.
As for the future, whether another ambitious and power-hungry person like Qiangu Dongfeng will emerge from the Qiangu Clan is a matter for later discussion and not something Kong Xuan needs to worry about.
Kong Xuan's relinquishment of this heavy burden was naturally in preparation for his final ascension to the Divine Realm.
The Far North, the ancient ancestral home of the Titan Snow Demon Clan.
Today, the once clear, cloudless sky suddenly turned gloomy without warning.
It wasn't that dark clouds were gathering; rather, it was as if the air itself was condensing, and countless crystalline ice crystals and snowflakes with a strange luster appeared out of thin air and fluttered down.
The snowfall was extremely strange.
The area was so vast that it covered almost half of the Far North Core Zone, with the world covered in a white expanse and so quiet that only the faint sound of snowflakes falling to the ground could be heard.
Those Soul Beast who have lived here for generations and are used to the bitter cold actually felt the biting chill in the familiar snow today.
"Roar!!!"
"Waaaaah!!!"
The Titan Snow Demon dwelling around the ancestral land, regardless of age or what they were doing, seemed to have received some kind of call from their bloodline.
They all stopped moving at the same time, their huge heads turning in unison in the same direction—towards the towering, ancient iceberg considered a sacred site.
Their dark red eyes, reflecting the swirling snowflakes, revealed a rare reverence, and they immediately knelt down in the direction of the sacred mountain.
Deep in the Far North, a tall, silver-haired figure stood silently atop an ice cliff.
Her icy blue eyes pierced through the thick snow curtain, gazing in a certain direction, a complex emotion appearing on her exquisite face.
She parted her lips slightly, her breath turning into white mist in the frigid air. "It's about to begin!"
Overseas, Fire God Mountain.
The entire sea was engulfed in unprecedented turmoil, not by the towering waves whipped up by a storm, but by the vast, boundless seawater boiling wildly around that crimson mountain peak!
The intense vaporization caused the sea level to drop at a visible rate, and then seawater from the surrounding area poured in.
Endless white steam roared into the sky, forming a magnificent column of air that connected the sea and the sky, as if the very foundation of the world was being scorched and evaporated by an invisible divine fire.
At the foot of Fire God Mountain, on that ancient circular platform, the Primordial Divine Fire that had been burning quietly was now leaping wildly with an unprecedented frequency and amplitude.
The flames suddenly contracted inward, then expanded again, revealing a majestic and blazing figure made of pure flames— the Fire God!
His face was a mixture of relief and excitement, a flame flickering in his divine eyes, and a clear, contrasting voice rang out. "Finally... we've reached this final step!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around abruptly, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through mountains, cross oceans, and traverse continents, looking towards a distant direction.
The excitement on his face slowly subsided, transforming into a sense of relief and a deep sense of nostalgia.
He murmured to himself, his voice no longer loud, but carrying a barely perceptible tenderness. " Evelyn... my mission is about to be completed."