The instant the pillar of light dissipated, the entire Star Dou Great Forest fell into a brief silence.
As moonlight returned, the figure at the center of the altar had undergone a complete transformation—Ye Guyi now hovered nearly three meters above the ground. Twelve radiant wings unfurled like clouds hanging from the heavens, each feather flowing with divine brilliance like molten gold.
The purple-gold patterns on her armor were refined by pure divine power, transforming into platinum light armor, with a silk sash formed from condensed faith energy wrapped around her waist.
Her face was veiled in a hazy glow. When her eyes opened, the darkness around her retreated like the tide.
"Is this the complete form of the Angel God?"
Cain had appeared beside Xu Cheng at some point, her blood-red eyes reflecting that humanoid sun.
"Even stronger than the divine armor recorded of Qian Renxue…"
She abruptly fell silent, because Ye Guyi's gaze swept in their direction. Even being brushed by her peripheral vision caused Cain's skin to burn as if scorched.
Raising her pale arm, she recoiled as if a vampire fearing sunlight.
"Natural opposites, huh."Xu Cheng nodded slightly and lifted his hand to shield her.
Cain finally exhaled, still shaken as she looked at the second "sun" in the sky.
This—was truly a God.
Even the sacred light emanating from her had nearly overwhelmed them.
Though the two had their differences before—due to their inherently opposing martial spirits—this moment silenced it all.
Ye Guyi, now undergoing the baptism of a newborn godhood, was being infused with boundless knowledge. Though she was restoring the Angel God position herself, divine knowledge came along with it.
Unconsciously, she raised her right hand. As her fingers opened, countless golden threads appeared from the void—these were the faith channels spread across the continent.
When Xu Cheng accessed the God of Destruction's divinity, his perspective elevated. He now saw something different from everyone else.
Each thread connected to countless glowing dots: villages she had saved on the Sun-Moon Empire border, slums in Mingdu's underground, even soul beast tribes purified on the Star Dou Forest outskirts.
Each dot was delivering faint wish power to her, forming the foundation of her godhood.
"So it's true… ascending through faith is theoretically possible."Xu Cheng exhaled with relief.
Ye Uncle's efforts hadn't been in vain.
When the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, Ye Guyi finally gained full control over her divine power.
She retracted her divine aura and gently landed. The twelve wings folded neatly behind her.
As she stepped toward Xu Cheng, sacred lotus flowers bloomed beneath her feet, forming a divine path. Fallen leaves caught in the night breeze turned into golden butterflies that danced around her within ten meters.
"Holy flame for robe, faith as crown."
Xu Cheng looked at her, now just three steps away, a trace of admiration flickering in his eyes.
So, this is what it means to create a god?
Well… close enough.
Still, watching the Angel God he helped forge brought a sense of accomplishment.
The divine pattern on Ye Guyi's forehead was fading, but the sunwheel deep in her pupils still hinted at her transcendence from mortals.
She paused. Her voice, cold and clear:
"My Lord."
That title made Xu Cheng raise an eyebrow. Even after becoming a god, she still addressed him so?
Unexpected.
Most people, once they obtained such power, would change—or be blinded by it.
"I shall accompany my Lord to the Angel Ancestral Ground."
Ye Guyi's narrowed, beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings.
The Scarlet King and others bowed their heads respectfully. Only Gu Yuena furrowed her brow, hesitated, but said nothing in the end.
Such was the pressure of a god.
Beasts of the once-arrogant Star Dou Great Forest were now as meek as lambs.
Sunset Forest, Dou Ling Empire
The night seemed split apart by a golden light.
Ye Guyi's six wings extended beneath the moon, each wing gleaming with molten-gold brilliance.
She stood at the end of an ancient altar, her fingers gently brushing a weathered stone pillar. Forgotten angel totems began to glow with golden patterns as if awakened.
This was the shrine left behind by the defunct Spirit Hall's Worship Hall, once led by Qian Daoliu. It was built in hopes that future angel martial spirit inheritors might continue their legacy.
It had taken Xu Cheng a great deal of effort to find this place.
"My Lord, please follow me."She turned back, eyes gleaming with warmth.
Xu Cheng's dual pupils narrowed slightly.
Something… felt off.
Not paranoia—just an instinct that mixing a sealed chamber with angel martial spirits could unlock some powerful buff.
Still, he followed. His military boots crushed stone fragments beneath his feet.
Behind them, the stone wall silently sealed shut.
The chamber was hexagonal. Every wall was inlaid with angelic reliefs, gleaming with radiant gold.
Suddenly—
At the corridor's end—
Ye Guyi raised her hand. All six wings trembled.
In the next instant, countless golden threads emerged from the void, binding Xu Cheng's wrists—the Faith Shackles she acquired from the Destruction God Temple.
These threads were powered by believers across the continent—even Limit Douluo couldn't easily break free.
"What are you doing?" Xu Cheng twitched his mouth.No way…
"Just… a test."She leaned in, her breath carrying a caramel scent burnt from divine fire.
"Do you know what my final trial during the divine assessment was?"
Xu Cheng's pupils shrank.
"That's right—it was you. I failed the test…"Her cold voice now carried a hint of allure.
Though she was restoring the godhood, the rules of the divine realm required her to undergo a test. That golden pillar of light earlier—contained a trial from the previous Angel God.
"I—" Xu Cheng was about to speak.
But the stone altar suddenly tilted!
Countless faith threads tightened, suspending both of them midair in the sealed room, slowly wrapping them into a cocoon.
Ye Guyi whispered softly:
"I can finally… have you."
When the first morning light pierced the divine crystal ceiling of the sealed chamber, Ye Guyi was curled inside Xu Cheng's military coat.
Her twelve-winged shadow hadn't yet dispersed. Her fingers were twined with a few scorched gray-white hairs from divine fire.
Last night's intense passion had left them both enthralled.
"How do you feel?" Xu Cheng played with her silky hair, smiling.
The first time with a god…
Certainly different.
Ye Guyi said nothing. Her golden eyes stared at him, lashes fluttering.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and bit his neck.
When her fangs pierced his skin, she injected a drop of divine blood into his artery.
Xu Cheng's dual pupils turned into pure gold. The angelic reliefs on the walls came alive—battle angels knelt in reverence.
"Feels wonderful."She licked the blood from his neck, hugging him like a kitten, her voice hoarse.
"Now I've confirmed—you're worthy of being my master."
"This is…" Xu Cheng was stunned.
"These are battle angels I birthed from faith."She licked her lips, smiling lazily.
"Didn't you always say you wanted to become the Human Emperor, to rule the universe?Then… this is the angel army I've prepared for you."
Dozens of battle angels holding swords, exuding fierce war intent, each with strength close to a Limit Douluo.
Most importantly—
They could absorb faith power to strengthen themselves…
"Angel army?" Xu Cheng smiled.
In that case, last night's offering was… totally worth it.
"Are you two done yet?"
The sealed chamber door was kicked open.
Gu Yuena stepped in, her sharp gaze scanning the room.
What she saw made her pupils tremble.
The once-cold Angel God was now wrapping her wings around a man's waist, with a broken faith shackle still hanging on her pale ankle.
The mess around them made the Silver Dragon King grit her teeth. She stomped and blushed.
"So kinky! Hmph!"
Royal Dueling Arena, Sun-Moon Empire
The arena was packed to capacity.
Thousands encircled the stage tightly.
At the center, two figures stood face-to-face.
Ji Juechen wore a blank expression. His Sword of Annihilation emitted a black-gray glow, the surrounding air slightly warped—an anomaly formed by the fusion of a ninth-level soul tool and his ultimate sword intent.
In these three years, he had improved rapidly.
And he had a new sword.
Well, not new—the Sword of Annihilation was reforged from the Sword of Destruction, by the empire's sole soul-forger, Wang Dong'er.
"Begin."
Now even more silent than before, Ji Juechen's words pierced the noise like a blade.
The stands were packed with Mingde Hall's soul engineers, even Jing Hongchen sat in the VIP seats, tapping his armrest absentmindedly.
This duel was meant to be internal training—but a clash between two Rank-91 titled Douluo made it a public spectacle.
Like the grand academy competition hosted by the Sun-Moon Empire three years ago.
Which had drawn the strongest across the continent.
A chance to observe… and compete.
And of course, a show of strength for the incoming students—like Shrek Academy's "Sea God's Blind Date" event.
So these two were dragged into it.
Ma Xiaotao's fiery red hair ignited into phoenix flames. As nine soul rings rose beneath her, the air filled with burning heat.
Hair blowing in the wind, her stunning face smiled.
"Old Ji, feeling confident? Taste my Evil Fire!"
She grinned dangerously. The fire wings behind her dyed half the arena blood red.
"Woah!"
The crowd erupted.
New students of the Sun-Moon Royal Academy stared in awe.
Their 21-year-old senior sister—radiating such pressure—was already a titled Douluo!
The level only top elders of their sects could dream of.
Ji Juechen tapped the ground with his sword tip. The impact cracked the arena's alloy floor like a spiderweb—thanks to the "Withering" trait of the Sword of Annihilation.
He struck without warning.
Though he stood still, his sword qi shot forward 30 meters, aiming for Ma Xiaotao's throat.
She clapped her flaming wings shut.
Clang!
Her flaming arm guards blocked the strike, sparks flying.
She staggered back three steps—her ninth-level soul gear cracked—but her eyes blazed brighter.
"Sword Domain: Annihilation!"
Ji Juechen's white hair turned translucent, his figure like an ice sculpture.
Within 50 meters, the temperature plummeted to absolute zero. Even soul lights froze and fell as icicles.
His self-created soul skill fused sword intent and soul tool traits into an absolute domain.
Not ice-type—but a deathly stillness.
Ma Xiaotao smirked.
She charged instead of retreating—activating her seventh ring:
"Martial Soul True Body: Bathing Fire Phoenix!"
In a pillar of flame, she became pure fire energy. Ice and fire collided, filling the arena with steam.
Ji Juechen shut his eyes, threw his sword—a light beam shooting at her heart.
"Bring it on!"
She welcomed the strike.
The moment it pierced her flame form, her divine eighth soul skill Phoenix Nirvana activated—exploding into a fiery rain.
A risky tactic—using her martial soul form to get in close.
Even Jing Hongchen winced.
"They're classmates… why go so hard?"
The fire reformed—Ma Xiaotao now behind Ji Juechen—aimed a burning chop at his neck.
But without looking, he caught his sword—summoning it back from afar!
The resulting shockwave shattered the arena shield.
Her flames were eaten away by the Sword of Annihilation, but she activated her sixth ring:
"Phoenix Roar!"
A flaming sonic wave burst outward, targeting his spirit.
Ji Juechen bled from his nose and ears—but moved even faster.
His ninth ring lit up:
"Annihilation: All Things Wither!"
Blue runes covered his blade. Even flames froze—not by cold, but by conceptual death.
Ma Xiaotao's martial soul body began crumbling.
In desperation, she did something unusual—withdrew all flames, reverted to human form.
The sword energy missed, slicing open the screen behind her.
"I surrender."She wiped the blood from her lips and smiled.
"Keep fighting, and Xu Cheng will complain about repair costs again."
Ji Juechen paused mid-sheathing.
He looked at his left shoulder—somehow, a flaming palm print was burning through his defenses.
"Call it a draw." He finally smiled.
"Your flames… can pierce my annihilation."
After three seconds of silence, the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.
Their techniques far surpassed typical soul master duels. Even the ninth-level soul engineers in the VIP seats were amazed.
As expected of His Highness Xu Cheng's comrades…
(End of Chapter)