After carrying away the wild little Silver Dragon King, Lin Huan turned his gaze toward the Douluo Continent.
Soon, familiar giant screens lit up above the Douluo Realm, Star Luo Realm, Dou Ling Realm, Joy Realm, and Star Dou Zone.
Lin Huan created a clone to look after the little Silver Dragon King, then his main body put the mask back on and stepped onto the stage.
An extraordinary phenomenon appeared in the sky, and screens descended overhead. At the same time, every kind of soul-powered giant screen switched to the images on those screens.
"Hello, creatures of the Douluo Plane and the Abyss Plane! I am the God of Games. After six years of planning, I have divided you into several realms, two races, and various factions."
A figure wearing a tailcoat and a smiling mask appeared before everyone once again.
This gave everyone quite a fright. Some had been gaming, and when they saw their soul-powered phones taken over, they immediately unleashed a torrent of curses.
The same happened to those scrolling through videos. Others were doing some handiwork, breathing heavily as they watched their phone screens, only for the sudden change on-screen to scare them limp.
The many creatures of the Douluo Plane went from shock to curiosity. After all, they really were quite curious about what this God of Games intended to do next.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Lin Huan slowly explained the rules.
"Next, I will release various games, including solo battles, duo battles, squad battles, team battles, large-scale battles, faction battles, and racial battles."
"The winners will receive rewards, such as the Immortal Qi the Abyssal Sage King obtained, and the losers will face penalties. Now, everyone, please enjoy the fun of gaming together!"
The figure on the giant screens spread his arms as though embracing the universe. His movements tugged at everyone's nerves.
Some wondered what the games would be, some feared the mighty power of a god, and some remained indifferent, believing it had nothing to do with them.
As countless creatures watched, specks of flowing light appeared in the God of Games' hands before he finally scattered them toward an azure realm.
[The Joy Realm's heaven and earth origin power content has increased by one percent, and its territory has expanded by one hundred kilometers. This is the reward for believing in the God of Games.]
As they read the announcement on-screen, countless people's eyes filled with astonishment. An increase in heaven and earth origin power content? Didn't that mean a permanent one-percent increase in cultivation speed?
And its territory had expanded by one hundred kilometers. Casually increasing the concentration of heaven and earth origin power and expanding territory-such divine methods shook the world.
Meanwhile, in the Joy Realm, the many Sea Soul Masters on Joy Island also felt that slight increase in cultivation speed and erupted in delight.
"It's real! It's only a tiny bit, but our cultivation speed really has increased!"
"Wonderful! The God of Games we believe in really exists! We are people blessed by a god!"
The many Sea Soul Masters all felt they had struck it rich. Originally, the threat of the Demon Empress' military might had left them no choice but to believe, but now that they saw actual benefits, they would offer up their power of faith.
At the same time, the Demon Empress sensed a powerful presence appearing deep within the sea. She would never forget that presence. It belonged to her husband, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King!
Twenty thousand years. A full twenty thousand years! When that presence appeared again, she could not stop tears from filling her eyes. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she immediately rushed into the depths of the sea.
At last, she saw the husband she had yearned for day and night, a Deep Sea Demonic Whale King with a million years of cultivation.
This was the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King whom Lin Huan had resurrected by looking back through the timeline after obtaining Tang Hao's Plane Authority. A Plane Master possessed the ability to resurrect others. This had been explicitly stated at the end of The Legend of the Dragon King: as long as the enemy was not god-level, they could be resurrected.
Unlike the universal celebration on Joy Island, the creatures in other regions watched their joy with faces twisted beyond recognition by jealousy. At the same time, they were shocked. Believing in the God of Games could grant such benefits?
Then what harm was there in believing? Faith was merely something vague and intangible. If belief alone brought benefits, countless people would come to believe in him.
Just then, the text on the giant screens suddenly changed, displaying new words.
[Welcome, new players!] [The Martial Soul Realm has joined the game!] [All things revived!]
Three announcements appeared in succession. The next moment, countless lights abruptly flared and descended in various places.
In the Shrek Academy area, over a dozen pillars of light landed in the inner court. All the pavilion elders watching the giant screens turned their gazes toward them.
The pillars descended and transformed into figures: a weak, stiff-faced middle-aged man with a crew cut, a figure with a shoehorn face and hooked nose, and a decrepit old man seated in a wheelchair woven from the Golden Ancient Tree's vines.
An incomparably powerful presence radiated from the old man. He was unmistakably a Limit Douluo. At that moment, everyone in the Sea God Pavilion went on guard, and the pavilion elders summoned their Martial Souls. Atlas Douluo Yun Ming released his Soul Rings, revealing nine dazzling rings, and pointed his Atlas Spear at the two old men with the strongest presences as he demanded an answer.
"Who are you?!"
At this demand, the figures who had emerged from the pillars of light froze. They turned to look and saw eight incomparably powerful presences before them.
"What a powerful Limit Douluo!"
The eyes of the old man in the wheelchair immediately grew solemn. This was his first time seeing such a powerful Limit Douluo, and the other man's Soul Ring Configuration of two black, five red, and two orange-gold rings also stunned him.
There was also another white-haired Limit Douluo. He looked extremely slovenly, with grease stains all over him, and his eyes widened when he saw the figure seated in the wheelchair.
"Martial uncle!"
The slovenly old man immediately approached the wheelchair in great excitement and addressed its occupant respectfully. The old man in the wheelchair looked over, surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Xuan Zi? You've broken through to Limit Douluo?"
"Yes, martial uncle. It's so good to see you."
Tears immediately streamed down Xuan Zi's aged face. Several elderly women and men followed behind him, and their eyes also filled with tears upon seeing the old man in the wheelchair.
"Teacher!"
The old man in the wheelchair was named Mu En. Indeed, he was the Dragon God Douluo from ten thousand years ago. He turned and saw many of his students.
Level ninety-seven Song Yunzhi, level ninety-seven Lin Huiqun, level ninety-seven Yan Shaozhe, level ninety-five Xian Lin'er and Qian Duoduo, and level ninety-four Gong Changlong.
"Great-great-grandfather!"
Just then, another cry rang out. Everyone looked toward the voice and saw a six-year-old boy with blue-purple hair running over. With tear-blurred eyes, he hugged Mu En's leg.
Looking at the little boy, Mu En's eyes widened, and he spoke in a trembling voice.
"You're... Bei Bei?!"
"It's me, great-great-grandfather."
Bei Bei was still overjoyed to see Mu En alive. Looking at everyone around him, how could Mu En fail to understand? They had all been resurrected together.
Watching their reunion, Yun Ming, Ya Li, and the other senior members of the Sea God Pavilion froze for a moment. Xuan Zi? That name... seemed identical to that of Taotie Douluo Xuan Zi, the Sea God Pavilion Master from ten thousand years ago!
They exchanged glances. Although Mu En was old and frail, Yun Ming sensed light and draconic might emanating from him. He had felt this draconic might before from his master's wife, Light Dark Douluo Long Yeyue. It was none other than the Radiant Sacred Dragon!
"Everyone, my name is Yun Ming, my title is Atlas, and I am the Sea God Pavilion Master. Might I ask your names?"
He took the initiative to withdraw his Martial Soul, stepped forward, and posed a tentative question. At his words, Mu En and Xuan Zi both froze. The other Sea God Pavilion Elders also looked over, fixing their gazes on this young figure.
"...My name is Mu En, and my title is Dragon God."
"My name is Xuan Zi, and my title is Taotie."
"Song Yunzhi, titled Azure Shadow."
"Lin Huiqun, titled As You Wish."
"Yan Shaozhe, titled Bright Phoenix."
"Zhuang Yusen, titled Life."
As the names were spoken one after another, the eyes of the Sea God Pavilion members from the era of Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King widened.
"You... really are our predecessors from ten thousand years ago?"
Although it was somewhat unbelievable, they accepted it once they remembered that this was the work of a god. Gods were omnipotent, even capable of resurrecting people from ten thousand years ago.
Soon, however, everyone turned their attention to several figures beside them. Three Soul Douluos stood there, along with a miraculous man who had surpassed twenty thousand years of age at level twenty-nine.
Yu Xiaogang was a figure from twenty thousand years ago, making him exactly twenty thousand years old now. He had surpassed twenty thousand years of age at level twenty-nine, though living for twenty thousand years at level twenty-nine was pretty damn impressive too. Of course, that was also because the protagonist had resurrected him.
As both generations of Sea God Pavilion members from Douluo II and Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King turned their gazes toward them, the three Soul Douluos-Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Liu Erlong-immediately felt pressure weighing on them like a mountain.
Yu Xiaogang, however, clasped his hands behind his back, looking like an otherworldly expert. He raised his chin slightly and declared haughtily:
"Indeed, I am your ancestor, the Sea God's teacher, the creator of the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls, Dragon God Douluo Yu Xiaogang."
Facing over twenty experts at Titled Douluo level or above, Yu Xiaogang remained calm on the surface, but inwardly he was ecstatic. So many Titled Douluos were his successors. Didn't that make him invincible?!
"Greetings, ancestor."
Hearing Yu Xiaogang announce his identity, the many Sea God Pavilion members bowed and greeted him. Seeing so many Titled Douluos treat him with such respect greatly satisfied his vanity.
Afterward, all three generations of Shrek's senior members gathered in the conference room and convened the largest Sea God Pavilion Meeting in history.
Elsewhere, a pillar of light descended at the Tang Sect. Looking at the countless unfamiliar, powerful figures around him, Dugu Bo immediately broke out in a drenching sweat.
"Who dares trespass on the Tang Sect?!"
In an instant, countless Soul Cannon barrels aimed at him. Looking at those dark muzzles, Dugu Bo felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of danger.
Meanwhile, at the Body Sect, a dark-green figure descended with a group of Body Sect elders. A figure also descended at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
At the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, a refined middle-aged man leaning on a cane froze as he looked at the two figures before him.
One was dressed in white, with an otherworldly bearing, flowing white hair, sword-like brows, and star-bright eyes. The other had a huge skeletal frame and somewhat sunken eyes. Both stood before him.
"Have we... been resurrected?"
The man in white lowered his head to examine himself and his intact left arm. Beside him, the man in black reached out and punched him.
"Old Sword, does it hurt? If it hurts, it's real. If it doesn't, you're dreaming."
"Heh, you think you can hurt me with your level ninety-five strength?"
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean, Old Sword? Want to have a spar?"
"Bring it on. I'm two levels higher than you."
While the two bickered, the middle-aged man in green leaning on a cane immediately rushed forward and gathered them both into his arms.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong froze. Both looked at the middle-aged man before them with his head of aged white hair, and soon recognized him.
"Fengzhi, is that you?"
"Fengzhi, how did you get so old? You look older than we do."
Looking at the white-haired, terribly haggard Ning Fengzhi before them, both men were puzzled, unsure what he had experienced. Ning Fengzhi, however, was overjoyed, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes. Chen Xin's father, Chen Jianjun, had watched him grow up.
He had long since regarded these two uncles as family as well. Ever since the sword had broken and the bones had shattered, Ning Fengzhi had not enjoyed a single good night's sleep. Missing them day and night had left him this haggard, and later, he had even died of old age in the lower realm.
Now reunited with his family, he wept like a child.
"Uncle Jian... Uncle Gu... I've missed you so much..."
"Fengzhi, you're a grown man. How can you still cry? Who bullied you? We'll get justice for you."
"Fengzhi, what happened? Did you run into trouble?"
This was the first time Gu Rong and Chen Xin had seen Ning Fengzhi cry like this. He had not cried with such anguish even when Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Meanwhile, several pillars of light also descended in the direction of Mingdu. After figuring out the situation, a six-year-old boy with white hair and one blue eye and one green eye shouted with determination in his gaze:
"In this life, I will defeat you, Huo Yuhao!"
A pillar of light also descended upon the Clear Sky Sect. Its occupant was extremely powerful-a Limit Douluo. Of course, all of this happened on the Douluo Continent, while beyond the Douluo Continent...
An entirely new world appeared, filled with a sacred, radiant presence. An enormous Six-Winged Angel statue appeared.
Two incomparably powerful Limit Douluo presences emerged. One belonged to Rakshasa Douluo Bibi Dong, a level ninety-nine quasi-god, and the other to Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, a level ninety-nine demigod. Many others affiliated with Spirit Hall also descended.
This place was designated separately as the Martial Soul Realm. Looking at their reborn selves, everyone repeatedly checked their condition.
"Have we... been resurrected?"
Inside the Worship Hall, numerous figures looked at their present selves in astonishment. Gazing at the phantom Angel Statue behind him, Qian Daoliu murmured:
"This is a miracle. Reversing life and death is probably something only a god can do. Could it be Xiao Xue?"
"Grandpa!"
Just as Qian Daoliu was wondering whether Qian Renxue had resurrected him, he heard a childish voice. At that cry, everyone in the Worship Hall turned to look.
A blond six-year-old little girl frantically pumped her short legs and threw herself into Qian Daoliu's arms. Looking at the child, Qian Daoliu was somewhat dazed.
"You're... Xiao Xue?!"