The moment the beam of light dissipated, the entire Star Forest fell into a brief silence.
When the moonlight fell again, the figure in the center of the altar had completely transformed - Ye Guyi was suspended in the void nearly three meters above the ground, with twelve dazzling wings of light stretched out like clouds hanging from the sky, and each wing was flowing with a sacred light like liquid gold.
The purple-gold patterns on her armor were refined by pure divine power, transforming into platinum-colored light armor. Wrapped around her waist was a silk ribbon condensed by the power of faith.
His face was shrouded in a hazy halo, and as his pupils opened, darkness receded like a tide wherever his eyes reached.
"Is this the complete version of the Angel God?"
Cain appeared beside Xu Cheng at some point, with the human-shaped sun reflected in his blood-red eyes. "It's even better than Qian Renxue's divine outfit as recorded..."
She suddenly fell silent because Ye Guyi's gaze swept across the area, and the girl's skin felt a burning pain just by being touched by his peripheral vision.
He raised his snow-white arms, as if a vampire was afraid of the light.
"They are naturally incompatible."
Xu Cheng nodded slightly and raised his hand to cover it.
Cain finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the second "sun" in the sky with some lingering fear.
This is God in the truest sense.
Even the divine light it emitted almost pierced him to death.
Originally, the two of them didn't get along well. After all, their martial spirits were naturally opposed to each other...
At this moment, Ye Guyi was being instilled with vast knowledge by his newborn godhead. Although he was repairing the "Angel Godhead" himself, it was mixed with God's knowledge.
She raised her right hand unconsciously, and when her five fingers opened, countless golden threads emerged from the void - they were the channels of faith scattered across the continent.
Xu Cheng pried open the divine power of the Temple of Destruction, and his vision suddenly rose to the entire Douluo planet, and he saw a scene different from that of others.
The other ends of these threads are connected to millions of light points: the villages she saved on the border of the Sun-Moon Empire, the slums in the underground blocks of Mingdu, and even the purified soul beast tribes on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Each point of light transmits a weak wish power to her, which gathers into the cornerstone supporting the throne of God.
"Sure enough, becoming a god through wish power is theoretically feasible!" Xu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
It can be said that Uncle Ye’s efforts have not been in vain.
When the first ray of morning light penetrated the clouds, Ye Guyi finally gained complete control of the divine power.
She withdrew her imposing aura and slowly landed on the ground, with her twelve wings folded and hanging behind her.
As she walked towards Xu Cheng, the holy lotus blossoming under her feet automatically formed a sacred path. The fallen leaves blown by the night wind transformed into golden butterflies that danced gracefully when they were ten meters away from her.
"Holy flame as robe, faith as crown."
Xu Cheng looked at Ye Guyi who was standing three steps away, and a hint of sigh flashed in his eyes.
Is this considered creating a god?
Just barely.
But looking at this angel god created by himself, he still felt a sense of accomplishment...
The divine pattern on Ye Guyi's forehead is gradually disappearing, but the sun disc deep in his pupils still reveals his essence that transcends the mundane.
She paused for a moment, and said in a cold voice: "My Lord."
This title made Xu Cheng raise an eyebrow. He had never thought that the respectful title would still be used after becoming a god.
After all, many people will become a different person once they have powerful strength, or in other words... they will be blinded by the power.
"The Lord and I will go to the ancestral land of angels."
Ye Guyi's narrow and beautiful eyes swept across the people around him.
Chi Wang and others lowered their heads with respectful expressions, but Gu Yuena was the only one who frowned. But after hesitating for a moment, she didn't say anything more.
This is the pressure from God.
The many ferocious beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest that used to be so powerful and majestic now acted like sheep, with extremely respectful demeanor.
…
Douling Empire, in the sunset forest.
The night seemed to be split by a ray of golden light.
Ye Guyi's six wings spread out in the moonlight, and each wing glowed like liquid gold.
She stood at the end of the ancient altar, her fingertips gently stroking the mottled stone pillars, and the dusty angel totems seemed to be awakened, lighting up with golden lines one by one.
This is the temple that was left behind by the Worship Hall after the destruction of the Spirit Hall. It was left here by Qian Daoliu, the former master of the Worship Hall, in the hope that future generations with angel spirits would be able to inherit the ruins.
Xu Cheng spent a lot of effort to find this place.
"Master, please follow me." She turned around, with a cluster of eagerness beating in her pupils.
Xu Cheng's pupils narrowed slightly.
Something seems wrong...
It's not that he is sensitive, but when the secret room and the angel spirit are combined, it feels like some incredible BUFF may be activated.
But he still kept up, his military boots crushing the gravel on the ground.
The stone wall closed silently behind the two of them.
The secret room is hexagonal in shape, and every wall is inlaid with angel reliefs, making it look magnificent.
Sudden.
At the end of the corridor.
Ye Guyi suddenly raised his hand, and his six wings vibrated at the same time.
The next moment, countless golden threads suddenly emerged from the void and instantly wrapped around Xu Cheng's wrist - these were the "shackles of faith" she had obtained in the Temple of Destruction.
The other ends of those threads are connected to the wishes of believers from all over the continent, and even the Ultimate Douluo finds it difficult to break free.
"What?" Xu Cheng's mouth twitched.
No way?
"...Verify it." She leaned close to his ear, breathing in the caramel smell of the holy fire, "Do you know what my last level was when I participated in the 'Divine Exam' just now?"
Xu Cheng's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Yes, it's you! I failed the test..." Ye Guyi's cold voice now had a hint of tenderness.
Although she was repairing the throne of God, due to the rules of God's Realm, she temporarily participated in a divine test. The long time she spent in the golden light column just now was an assessment from the God of Old Angels.
"I..." Xu Cheng was about to speak.
But the next moment, the stone platform suddenly tilted!
Countless threads of faith stretched straight, suspending the two people in mid-air in the secret room, and then slowly wrapped them into a cocoon.
Ye Guyi spoke softly.
"I can finally...get you."
…
When the first ray of morning light penetrated the divine crystal on the top of the secret room, Ye Guyi was curled up in Xu Cheng's military jacket.
The twelve-winged phantom behind her had not yet dissipated, but her fingertips were entangled with a few strands of gray hair that were singed by the sacred fire. What followed was the overly passionate joy of last night, which made both of them a little fascinated.
"How does it feel?" Xu Cheng played with the beauty's soft hair.
With a smile.
First time with God...
It feels really different.
Ye Guyi didn't say anything, but stared at him with her golden eyes, her eyelashes flickering. Suddenly, she moved closer and bit Xu Cheng's neck.
The moment her fangs pierced the skin, she transferred a drop of divine blood into Xu Cheng's artery.
Xu Cheng's pupils suddenly turned pure gold, and wherever his sight reached, all the reliefs in the secret room came to life as kneeling battle angels.
"It feels good." She licked the blood on Xu Cheng's neck, hugged Xu Cheng tightly like a kitten, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's to confirm that you... are qualified to be my master."
"This is..." Xu Cheng looked surprised.
"This is the battle angel I created with the power of my faith." Ye Guyi licked his lips and smiled lazily, "You always said you wanted to be the emperor of mankind and rule the entire universe. This is the angel legion I prepared for you."
Dozens of battle angels held sharp swords in their hands, exuding a fierce fighting spirit, and all of them had combat power close to that of the Ultimate Douluo.
And most importantly.
These angel armies can absorb the power of faith and strengthen themselves...
"Angel Legion?" Xu Cheng smiled.
It seems that my sacrifice last night was not in vain...
"You two, isn't it over yet?"
The secret room was kicked open, and Gu Yuena's beautiful eyes swept around with vigilance.
The moment she kicked open the door of the secret room, her pupils trembled.
The arrogant angel god from yesterday was now wrapping his wings around the man's waist, with half of the broken shackles of faith still fastened around his white ankles.
The mess around made the Silver Dragon King grit his teeth. He stomped his feet and a blush appeared on his pretty face.
"What a trick! Humph!"
…
The Sun and Moon Empire Royal Duel Arena.
The seats around were almost full.
Thousands of people surrounded the entire venue tightly.
In the center of the "stage", two figures stood facing each other in the distance.
Ji Juechen had a blank expression on his face. The Sword of Annihilation in his hand glowed with a gray-black light, and the space around the sword was slightly distorted - this was a strange phenomenon produced by the fusion of a ninth-level soul guide and ultimate sword intent.
During these three years, he made rapid progress.
I also changed my sword.
It cannot be said to be a replacement. After all, this Sword of Nirvana was forged based on the Sword of Destruction by the empire's only spiritual blacksmith, Wang Dong'er.
"please."
Three years later, he seemed to have become even more silent.
The three short words pierced through the noise like a sword. The stands were packed with soul mentors from Mingde Hall. Even Jing Hongchen was sitting in the VIP seat, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the armrests.
This duel was supposed to be an internal drill, but it turned into a grand event due to the clash between two level 91 Titled Douluo.
Just like the grand college competition held by the Sun-Moon Empire three years ago.
Among them, strong people from the entire continent were invited.
Come see, and participate...
Of course, more importantly, it is to show off muscles to these new disciples, just like the so-called Poseidon Pavilion blind date meeting in Shrek Academy.
So, the two were pulled up...
Ma Xiaotao's long red hair suddenly ignited with phoenix flames, and when nine spirit rings rose from under her feet, the air was burned with a burnt smell.
Her long hair fluttered in the wind and her beautiful face smiled softly.
"Old Ji, you are quite confident. Come and have a taste of my evil fire!"
The corner of her mouth curled up dangerously, and the flaming wings spread out behind her turned half of the venue blood red.
“Wow!”
There was an instant uproar in the audience.
Countless freshmen of the Sun-Moon Empire Royal Academy looked at this scene in shock.
The power exuded by this senior sister who is only 21 years old at this moment is enough to reach the level of a Titled Douluo!
This is a realm that only the most powerful elders in their sect can reach.
Ji Juechen's sword tip lightly touched the ground. This seemingly random action caused the specially made alloy floor of the duel arena to crack into spider-web-like patterns - this was the "withering" characteristic of the Sword of Annihilation, and even non-living things would be corroded by the sword's energy.
There was no warning when the first sword was struck.
Ji Juechen's figure was still standing in the same place, but the sword energy had penetrated a distance of thirty meters and was heading straight for Ma Xiaotao's throat.
The phoenix's wings suddenly folded together.
"Dang——" Amid the sound of metal collision, Ma Xiaotao used her burning arm armor to block, sparks flying everywhere.
She staggered back three steps, and fine cracks appeared on the ninth-level soul guide arm armor, but an even more intense fighting spirit burned in the beauty's eyes.
"Sword Domain·Silence!"
Ji Juechen's white hair suddenly turned translucent, and his entire body looked like an ice sculpture. With him as the center, the temperature within a radius of fifty meters dropped to absolute zero, and even the soul guide light was frozen into ice spikes and fell.
This is his self-created soul skill, which combines the sword intent with the withering attribute of the ninth-level soul guide to form an absolute domain.
A drop in temperature does not mean that it has ice properties.
It could also be the breath of extinction.
Ma Xiaotao raised the corners of her mouth.
Instead of retreating, she advanced, her seventh soul ring lit up: "Martial Soul True Body - Phoenix Rising in Fire!" In the sky-high column of fire, her body elementalized and turned into a body of pure fire energy. Ice and fire collided in the center of the venue, and the evaporating white mist instantly enveloped the entire duel field.
Ji Juechen closed his eyes and swung his sword. The sword of annihilation flew out of his hand and turned into a stream of light that pierced Ma Xiaotao's heart.
“Well done!”
Ma Xiaotao welcomed him with open arms.
The moment the tip of the sword pierced the flaming body, her first of the Eight Soul Skills bestowed by God, "Phoenix Nirvana", was activated, and her entire body exploded into a rain of fire.
This is an extremely risky tactic - using the spirit's true body to take the attack in exchange for a close combat opportunity.
Even Jing Hongchen's mouth twitched.
He muttered in a low voice, "We are all classmates, why did you use such heavy hands...?"
When the fire rain gathered again, Ma Xiaotao had appeared behind Ji Juechen, slashing at the back of his neck with a burning hand knife. At the critical moment, Ji Juechen turned his head and grabbed with his backhand, and the sword of annihilation that should have been far away appeared in his palm out of thin air!
The shock wave from the collision of the two blades shattered the protective shield of the duel arena.
Ma Xiaotao's flames were constantly eroded by the sword energy of annihilation, but her sixth soul ring suddenly lit up: "Phoenix Roaring Sky Strike!"
The sound waves mixed with flames exploded in a fan shape. This was one of the few fire-attribute soul skills that could attack the mind.
Blood oozed from Ji Juechen's ears and nose, but his movements became faster.
His ninth soul ring finally shone: "Nirvana, all things wither!"
Countless blue runes appeared on the sword, and even the flames were "frozen" wherever it passed.
It is not the solidification caused by low temperature, but the conceptual "end of life"
Ma Xiaotao's martial spirit began to disintegrate.
At the critical moment, she did something out of character - she suddenly retracted all the flames, turned back into human form and fell to the ground.
The sword energy that had lost its target swept over her head, tearing a hundred-meter-long crack in the soul guide barrier behind her.
"I give up." She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled, "If we continue to fight, Xu Cheng will be worried about the repair costs again."
Ji Juechen paused in his movement to retract his sword.
He looked at his left shoulder - a flaming palm print had appeared there without him noticing, slowly burning the protective sword energy.
"Draw." Ji Juechen raised his lips for a rare moment, "Your fire can burn through my annihilation."
The whole audience was silent for three seconds and then erupted into thunderous cheers.
The skills displayed by the two young Titled Douluo far exceeded those of ordinary soul masters, especially Ji Juechen's final move "Withering of All Things", which even shocked the ninth-level soul masters in the VIP seats.
As expected of His Highness Xu Cheng's partner... (End of this chapter)
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