As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Liu flicked his wrist, and the Spiritual Star Ring flashed slightly, and an ancient stone platform silently appeared in the center of the room.

The moment the stone platform appeared, the atmosphere in the entire main room changed.

It was not the oppression of power, but a kind of inexplicable solemnity and reverence.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is an altar of faith."

Ning Liu's voice rang out at the right moment, breaking the silence, "The function is also simple: stand on it, and you will know whether you have a connection with the divine realm."

His tone was as calm as if he were introducing an ordinary piece of furniture, but to Yue Guan's ears, it was no less than a thunderclap.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, why don't you go up and give it a try?"

Do you know... whether you have a connection with the divine realm?

Yue Guan, who had just straightened up, froze once again. He abruptly looked up at the unremarkable stone platform, his breathing instantly becoming extremely heavy.

god!

For any Soul Master, this is the ultimate goal of cultivation, an unattainable legend.

Just moments before, it was an immense favor that helped me rebuild my foundation and break through my level.

The next moment will be an unparalleled opportunity to glimpse the secrets of the gods.

These successive shocks caused even this titled Douluo to completely lose his composure.

"Thump!"

Yue Guan's knees buckled, and she knelt down completely, this time performing a full prostration.

"I will never forget Sect Leader Ning's kindness in saving me!"

His voice trembled, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor.

Bibi Dong did not stop him.

She simply stared silently at the altar of faith, her expression shifting constantly.

Is it for my subordinates to use?

This is impressive, this is impressive.

good!

"Get up."

Ning Liu offered a slight helping hand.

"I told you, we're partners. Give it a try, let me see where your destiny lies."

"yes!"

Yue Guan said nothing more; all words seemed pale in the face of such an opportunity.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, stood up, straightened his robes, and then walked steadily and solemnly up to the altar of faith.

It was only a moment after his feet had completely touched the altar platform.

The countless fine lines on the surface of the altar suddenly lit up with a soft golden light.

The light flowed and gathered at the foot of Yue Guan, then shot into the sky, forming a pillar of light that ran from top to bottom, enveloping his entire body.

The beam of light was not dazzling; instead, it was filled with a sacred and peaceful aura.

Yue Guan, who was in the midst of it, felt a sense of lightness throughout his body, as if his soul was about to break free from the constraints of his body and ascend into another world.

He instinctively closed his eyes, feeling this wondrous power.

...

In the realm of the gods, somewhere.

There are no magnificent palaces here, only an endless sea of ​​chrysanthemums.

Various kinds of divine chrysanthemums bloom in competition, shining brightly with golden light and auspicious energy, each petal flowing with pure divine power.

In the center of a sea of ​​flowers, a throne surrounded by thousands of chrysanthemums leans against a man whose handsome appearance is almost otherworldly.

He was dressed in a magnificent golden robe, embroidered with various chrysanthemum patterns in divine silk.

Her brilliant blonde hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her skin was as white as snow, and her features were exquisitely beautiful. However, her long, narrow eyes always carried a hint of languor and... boredom.

This is a third-level deity in the divine realm—the God of Chrysanthemums.

Time in the realm of gods is eternal and monotonous, especially for a god like him whose divine power is not top-notch and who has no grand ambitions.

"Sigh, another ten thousand years have passed, and still not a single interesting junior has caught my eye..."

The God of Chrysanthemums plucked a petal, held it to his lips and sniffed it lightly, then sighed listlessly.

Just then, his expression changed, and his lazy eyes suddenly opened, shooting out a sharp glint.

"Um?"

He clearly felt a faint but perfectly aligned power of faith, perfectly aligned with the source of his divine power, coming from the lower realm, like an invisible thread precisely connecting to his soul.

This feeling... it's been so long since I've felt this way.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since he ascended to the divine realm and established the trials of inheritance, and no mortal has ever been able to truly activate his original divine power.

"interesting."

The God of Chrysanthemums sat up straight, a look of keen interest on his face.

He raised his hand, divine power flowing from his fingertips, and the void in front of him rippled like water, transforming into a divine mirror that reflected the scene of the lower realm.

However, the image in the mirror was a chaotic golden light, as if it were blocked by a powerful force, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Huh? I can't see anything?"

The God of Chrysanthemums was somewhat surprised.

Although his divine power was only at level three, it should have been effortless for him to look down upon the mortal realm.

This isolating force, though not of a high level, is extremely mysterious, seemingly involving some kind of law that he has never encountered before.

He did not force a breakthrough, but instead carefully extended his divine sense along that thread of faith.

This time, he "saw" it.

Within that sacred golden pillar of light stood a man.

He was tall and handsome, with a neat short haircut. His temperament had just undergone a transformation, achieving a wonderful balance between femininity and masculinity. He possessed both the elegance of chrysanthemums and the nobility of celestial plants.

Most importantly, his martial soul is actually the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum!

"Excellent! What a wonderful Qirong Tongtianju!"

The God of Chrysanthemums couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration.

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