The battle was truly spectacular, and everyone on the Douluo Plane feasted their eyes. After all, this was a battle between Limit Douluos.
After this battle, the major factions no longer dared underestimate Spirit Hall, those primitives from twenty thousand years ago. The Underworld Emperor was a powerhouse who had long since made his name.
Even the previous Sea God Pavilion Master, Heavenly Favored Douluo, had failed to capture him, yet this Limit Douluo from twenty thousand years ago had beaten one of his lives out of him.
Still, that was only natural. The Six-Winged Angel was the God-Bestowed Martial Soul of a First-Level Main God, while the Underworld Emperor's Martial Soul was bestowed by the Plane Master. The Plane Master certainly fell short of a First-Level Main God, so his defeat was only natural.
Meanwhile, in the grand cosmic arena, countless rounds of applause thundered as the God of Games announced the result, followed by saluting cannons firing together and countless streamers fluttering through the air.
Qian Daoliu had won the match, but he had also exhausted a great deal of his strength, consuming eighty percent of his Soul Power. Having no Soul Core was truly a disadvantage, and unleashing a burst to instantly kill his opponent had been Qian Daoliu's only chance of victory.
"Now, the victor's reward is one wish. Contestant Qian Daoliu, thank you for giving everyone such a spectacular duel. As your reward, I can fulfill one wish for you, provided it isn't too excessive."
Dressed in a tailcoat, Lin Huan snapped his fingers. As the reward was revealed, every living being in Douluo was stunned. The victor's reward was actually the fulfillment of a wish. This was the promise of a living god!
The moment this reward was announced, jealousy and longing flashed in countless people's eyes. They could only hope that this wish would fall into their own hands.
Over at Spirit Hall, everyone in the Worship Hall cheered as they watched the victorious Qian Daoliu.
"Haha! Big Brother won!"
"I knew it! Dealing with Evil Soul Masters is our big brother's specialty!"
"Speaking of which, what wish will Big Brother choose to have fulfilled?"
Light Feather Douluo, whose hair was white but who looked like a youth, immediately leaped up in excitement at the victory. That was their big brother for you!
Mighty Lion Douluo also laughed heartily. The Six-Winged Angel was the sternest father an Evil Soul Master could have. Losing would have been difficult!
But immediately afterward, Golden Crocodile Douluo grew curious about what Qian Daoliu would wish for. At the mention of this, the other worshippers were also deeply curious. Their big brother was almost without desire.
He spent all day beneath the Angel God Statue, praying to it. His state of mind could truly be called unrivaled.
Meanwhile, in the Pope's Hall, a purple figure sat upon the Pope's throne, flanked by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
As she watched the figure in the sky, her grip on the Pope's Scepter slowly tightened. If Qian Daoliu wished to resurrect Qian Xunji, she would not mind killing Qian Xunji again.
Her hatred for Qian Xunji ran deep into her bones. She would never allow him to survive. If he truly returned to life, she would destroy him again even at the cost of annihilating her own body and soul.
Under countless watching eyes, Qian Daoliu pondered, seemingly considering what wish to make. Soon, he reached a decision, immediately raising his head and bowing to the God of Games.
"Your Divine Eminence, God of Games, I wish to know whether shattered godhood can still be repaired."
Everyone froze when he voiced this wish. Those from the other factions all furrowed their brows. You had one wish, and you chose to exchange it for a piece of information? Wasn't that a reckless waste of a heavenly treasure?
The people of Spirit Hall, however, understood. Qian Daoliu had few desires in his life. First came the Angel God's godhood. He hoped his granddaughter could inherit the Angel Godhood.
Yet he had never imagined that the Angel Godhood would actually be shattered. His second cherished wish was for his granddaughter to live safe and sound, so making this wish was also perfectly reasonable.
Seeing this, Lin Huan gave his answer.
"It can be repaired. Repairing godhood requires an enormous amount of faith power, or the Divine Realm's Immortal Qi. I've made an estimate. If you start gathering faith now, it should take a thousand years to complete the repairs."
"Of course, you can also choose to believe in me. Then I'll assign you a long-term mission to repair the Angel Godhood. At the earliest, it should be repaired in a hundred years."
As his answer ended, Qian Daoliu paused slightly. He realized those words contained a great deal of information. The Angel Godhood could be repaired, but it would take a thousand years.
This God of Games also had the ability to repair the Angel Godhood, but the price was Spirit Hall placing its faith in him.
As the Angel God's most faithful believer, Qian Daoliu could never abandon his faith. But a thousand years...
Qian Daoliu examined his current condition and could not help furrowing his brows. How strange... when had the vitality of the Douluo Plane become so feeble?
Even he had only three hundred years of life remaining. Back in the Douluo I era, a thousand years aside, living seven or eight hundred years would have been no problem for him. Yet now his lifespan had been slashed. He and his granddaughter Qian Renxue likely would not live to see the Angel Godhood restored.
His resolve wavered. However, this matter was too important. He had to return and discuss it with his old companions, so he immediately took his leave.
"Your Divine Eminence, God of Games, I still need to give this matter serious consideration. I shall take my leave for now."
"All right. Back you go."
Lin Huan also knew what was troubling him. With a wave of his hand, a pillar of light enveloped Qian Daoliu and sent him back to Spirit Hall. This first clash at the pinnacle had certainly drawn everyone's attention.
Although the earlier battle between Tang Hao and the Abyssal Sage King had also been stunning, that had simply been a one-sided thrashing of Tang Hao. Besides, matters involving gods were far too remote for them, and they did not know how to judge them.
The Plane Master had died, but they still lived their lives. It had nothing to do with them. This battle, on the other hand, had truly captured their attention. Countless special effects had flown through the two combatants' fierce battle, making it particularly breathtaking.
After Qian Daoliu left, the grand cosmic arena instantly repaired itself. Lin Huan had set its durability to that of ordinary hard marble. If a battle between two sides caused no damage to the surroundings, it always felt as though some visual impact was missing.
"And that concludes the first round! Next comes round two! Random matchups! I'll select random players for one-on-one battles, and the winner will receive a reward!"
As Lin Huan finished speaking, the enormous wheel began spinning wildly. Everyone immediately fixed their eyes on it. After that clash at the pinnacle, everyone was deeply interested in these cosmic duels.
After all, the winner could receive one wish from the God of Games. People were greedy, and they would certainly ask the god for whatever they desired.
Under countless watching eyes, the pointer finally landed on the Abyss, and the contestant was selected.
It was a Soul Douluo-level Abyss Dark Assailant, a frog-like creature resembling a hound. It stood upright on two legs, had incredibly sharp hands, and was five meters tall. It stood upright on two legs, had incredibly sharp hands, and stood five meters in height.
The appearance of the first contestant immediately shocked everyone. Abyss creatures would participate in these battles too? Before anyone could react, the wheel began spinning again to select its opponent.
Under everyone's gaze, an illustrated figure appeared, dressed entirely in white, with long blue hair streaming behind him and a deep-blue ice sword in his hand.
And so, the guests for the second duel were revealed!
The Abyss Dark Assailant Hound specialized in tracking and sneak attacks, especially attacks from behind.
Assessment: proctologist.
A Soul Douluo-level Abyss Hound versus a level sixty-nine fighter, standing 1.9 meters tall, clad in white with a blue sword, the most melancholy man on the Douluo Continent, East Sea Little Changkong!
As the second guest was revealed, over at Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion, Zhuo Shi stared at the enormous screen in the sky, his eyes filled with astonishment. He had never imagined that the one appearing this time would be his own disciple, East Sea Little Changkong!
"That's... Changkong?!"
"Elder Zhuo, isn't that your disciple?"
Everyone in the Sea God Pavilion clearly knew Wu Changkong. After all, he had once been quite famous, having become a level sixty-nine Soul Emperor at eighteen. Unfortunately, he had later left Shrek Academy because of Long Bing, the daughter of an Evil Soul Master who had infiltrated Shrek Academy.
Everyone turned toward him, while the members of the Sea God Pavilion from Douluo II also looked at Zhuo Shi. Mu En stroked his beard and asked as he watched the handsome figure above:
"Is this a child from our Shrek Academy? How strong is he?"
At the question, Zhuo Shi pondered for a moment, seemingly considering how to answer. As his master, he naturally wanted to lavish praise on his disciple, but this clearly was not the time to exaggerate, so he gave a brief explanation.
"Very strong. He's practically invincible among those of his rank, and he's also a Two-Word Battle Armor master. This battle might be a little troublesome, but it shouldn't be beyond him."
Although Wu Changkong was currently a Soul Emperor, he should certainly have no problem fighting a mere Soul Douluo-level Abyss Hound.
"In that case, I can rest easy."
Hearing this, Mu En nodded slightly, his anxious heart settling. However, Yu Xiaogang, seated on the other side, immediately grew excited.
"He's your disciple?! Your disciple is going into that arena!"
A scorching light flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, which were filled with greed. His sudden outburst drew everyone else's attention.
Zhuo Shi also froze briefly, but nodded, confirming the information again.
"That's right, ancestor. He is indeed my disciple."
"Good. If he wins, have him give that wish to me!"
Yu Xiaogang wanted the wish granted by that god. For some reason, after arriving in the era of The Legend of the Dragon King, his Martial Soul had once again become the level twenty-nine Luo Sanpao.
If only he could use this god's wish to evolve his Martial Soul into the Golden Sacred Dragon again.
At the sight of Yu Xiaogang's excitement and greed as he held out his hand to demand the wish, everyone seated in the Sea God Pavilion froze.
"Xiaogang, sit down!"
Flender immediately tugged at Yu Xiaogang, signaling him to sit down quickly, his face filled with urgency. Their group of Soul Douluos, plus Yu Xiaogang, a Soul Grandmaster, had not even been qualified to sit here in the first place.
Yet here he was, reaching straight out to demand someone else's wish. Seriously? Could he be any more off-putting?
Noticing the countless gazes upon him, Yu Xiaogang immediately stiffened, blushing beneath the eyes of so many powerhouses. However, he soon regained his original composure, as though treating them as his juniors.
Then he turned around, clasped his hands behind his back, and presented everyone with the bearing of an expert before slowly explaining.
"Ahem, what I mean is, have him give that wish to me so I can maximize its benefits. After all, I am the brains of the Douluo Continent. Even Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect said that whoever gains the Grandmaster gains the world."
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's explanation, everyone exchanged glances. The Sea God Pavilion's seating was currently arranged like this: Light Dark Douluo Long Yeyue occupied the central seat of honor.
To her right sat Yun Ming and Ya Li, while Mu En and Xuan Zi sat to her left. On the right were the Sea God Pavilion elders from the Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King era, and on the left were the Sea God Pavilion Elders from the Douluo II era. Yu Xiaogang and his companions sat at the very bottom.
Seeing that the atmosphere was turning awkward, Yun Ming took the initiative to smooth things over.
"...Ancestor, Changkong left Shrek Academy ten years ago after some disagreements. I'm afraid we cannot contact him. Besides, this wish is something Changkong will have earned himself, so it can be considered his private property."
This was already phrased very tactfully. After all, if Wu Changkong won this battle, the wish would be his private property. Shrek Academy had no right to interfere.
However, Yan Shaozhe and Xuan Zi did not think so. Since Wu Changkong belonged to their Shrek Academy, shouldn't he voluntarily hand over anything good he obtained?
This was a wish from a god. Only by handing it over to Shrek could its benefits be maximized. Wu Changkong simply could not handle such an enormous opportunity. The senior leadership of Shrek Academy should handle it instead.
What? You said you wouldn't hand it over? How dare you! Did you still have any sense of Shrek Academy's collective honor? Did you still have any regard for Shrek's glory? Were you planning to betray Shrek?
These were Yan Shaozhe and Xuan Zi's thoughts. Yes, their thinking was that what was yours was theirs, and what was theirs was still theirs.
If you handed it over, everything could be discussed. You would receive a verbal reward-as for what kind of verbal reward, who knew? Then they would give you a commemorative banner and reimburse your travel expenses.
However, they said none of this aloud. After all, their leader Mu En had not spoken yet, so naturally, they would not speak. If the boss had not said anything, why would his underlings jump out?
However, Yu Xiaogang did not seem to understand the meaning behind those words and continued doing as he pleased.
"Then mobilize Shrek Academy's intelligence network to find him. For Shrek Academy's sake, we must get that wish. That will be good for everyone."
Seeing him refuse this offered way out, Yun Ming's expression froze, a question mark appearing over his head. He wondered, Seriously? You're openly demanding a student's belongings like this. Don't you feel ashamed?
Just as he was puzzling over this, Long Yeyue, seated in the place of honor, suddenly spoke.
"Then find him. A god's promise is a tremendous opportunity. Wu Changkong will definitely be targeted by those with ulterior motives afterward. To protect him, we must find him and keep him safe inside the academy."
Long Yeyue suddenly slapped the table, deciding to deploy Shrek Academy's forces to find Wu Changkong and bring him into Shrek Academy's protection.
As for that wish? Naturally, their Shrek would keep it safe. This god's promise was far too precious, and the karma involved was too great. Wu Changkong could not handle it. They should do so instead.
"I support Elder Long's decision."
Hearing Long Yeyue's proposal, Cai Yue'er expressed her support, and Xuan Zi also spoke.
"Martial Aunt, it's far too dangerous for that child to be outside alone. We really should bring him back and protect him. Why don't I lead the team? I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"
Xuan Zi looked solemn. For Shrek Academy's glory, he would personally lead a team on this trip. He would definitely complete the mission!