Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen's eager expressions suddenly turned awkward.
Their previous flattery, even sycophancy, towards Nangong Lingyun wasn't because they thought he was particularly great, righteous, or just.
For the powerful, such things were about as useful as toilet paper.
The reason for their zealous fawning was simply to benefit themselves, their families, and their sects.
They hoped that after the new overlord was born and ascended, they could share in the spoils.
What they also hoped for was that the rule of their bloodlines over the continent would last forever, for ten thousand years, even a hundred million years, eternally unchanging.
The king's son would always be king, no matter how useless, how rotten, or how unfit for the job.
A farmer's son will always be a farmer, no matter how outstanding, hardworking, or morally upright he is.
To that end, some even stooped to uttering such shameless drivel as, "Whoever obtains the big shit, obtains half the Soul Master world."
Come to think of it, Yu Xiaogang's actions of harming civilian geniuses, causing them to unknowingly lose the chance to reach the pinnacle from the start, were indeed a great "service" to certain entities.
And in stark contrast to the others, Emperor Xueye, Tang Chen, and Dai Tianli, who had just been mourning as if their parents had died, regained their color, almost bursting into laughter.
They had previously thought that Nangong Lingyun intended to establish a new power structure centered around the Nangong family, reshuffling all the forces on the continent.
In that case, they would truly be powerless to resist.
Just like the Clear Sky Sect's successful rise a hundred years ago, one more Open Origin Sect wouldn't make much difference to other levels and forces in the Soul Master world.
No one would rebel just because the leading figure changed from the Clear Sky Sect to the Open Origin Sect.
But no one expected that he would be driven by such a childish idea. Tsk tsk, one couldn't decide whether to call him crazy or charmingly naive.
The others thought to themselves:
Nangong Lingyun was still too young, not understanding the principles of those at the very top and their long-term plans. He had now offended everyone.
First, establishing an academy that unconditionally recruited commoner disciples, then revealing the true method of calculating the limit of spirit rings.
This time, he had developed weapons that allowed ordinary people to threaten Soul Masters and low-level Soul Masters to threaten powerful Soul Masters.
Each and every one of these actions was clearly undermining the foundation of the nobility.
He would be scorned by the entire Soul Master world, especially the major families, sects, and organizations, and would be opposed by everyone.
No matter how strong one was, it was impossible to kill all the other Soul Masters. Even if it could be done, so what? At most, one could dominate for two or three hundred years before returning to dust.
Families, bloodlines, powers, and sects – these things could be passed down for ten thousand years without fading.
When their leaders died, everyone would rise up, but it would always end the same way: "When the man dies, the government collapses, and it returns to the original path."
Including the newly constructed power structure, it would inevitably be backlashed and destroyed.
Sensing the change in expressions behind him, Nangong Lingyun didn't turn around.
Of course, he knew what his decision meant.
If he were willing to continue protecting the interests of the soul master class, he would continue to receive the loyalty of the entire soul master world. He could call for support and directly become the next Martial Soul Hall, ruling the continent for ten thousand years.
Conversely, attempting to break the monopoly of soul masters and change the ruling foundation of several privileged families would make him the enemy of the world.
But even so, he didn't regret what he was about to do.
He had transmigrated with a cheat; if he were to be as petty as Tang San, what would be the point?
Nangong Lingyun seemed to be muttering to himself, saying softly:
"I once read about the deeds of a sage in a book, and I admired him greatly.
He saved a nation from blood and fire, bringing stability and peace to hundreds of millions of people."
He was a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who had transcended base interests, a person who benefited the people.
Perhaps I'll never be able to compare to him, and I certainly can't completely shed my selfishness and certain base interests. But I think, even if I can't learn ten out of ten, learning three or two out of ten is still good. It's better than having skills but not contributing anything. I don't want this planet to be the same in ten thousand years as it is now, like a stagnant pool of water with no change, or even worse.
For this, any enemy standing against the heavens, no matter who they are, even the gods in the sky, I will eliminate them without hesitation.
To obliterate the entire world with my own strength, that feeling should be very exciting, I...
I'm really looking forward to it."
As he spoke, Nangong Lingyun really looked up at the sky, revealing a look of disdain and pride.
They say that the strong can do whatever they want. This time, he wanted to try the most unrestrained kind of doing whatever he wanted, which was to make the world operate according to his own will.
Storm, please come even more violently. Don't let me and my invincible power look down on you.
As soon as those words were spoken, the expressions on the faces of those behind him instantly turned extremely ugly.
There's a vast difference between someone wanting to do something foolish and knowing they're doing something foolish but still persisting.
Yu Yuanzhen and Ning Fengzhi completely abandoned their last glimmer of hope, no longer clinging to any chance.
In the God Realm's Heavenly Palace,
The Asura God King slowly narrowed his eyes, and his voice, though not particularly excited, sent a chill down everyone's spines.
"Another Angel God?"
The entire hall fell silent in an instant, even Destruction and Life made no comment.
Since the Dragon God's Rebellion, the God Realm had been quietly licking its wounds. It was only about a hundred thousand years ago that the situation had barely stabilized, and they began to attempt expansion.
Over the past one hundred thousand years, the Lower Realm had produced two self-created god positions at the level of main god: the Sea God and the Angel God.
Among them, the Sea God chose to ally with Asura, while the Angel God mysteriously disappeared not long ago.
As for the reason for the disappearance, almost everyone present knew it as clearly as a mirror.
Normally, a new self-created god position could make the rules of the God Realm more perfect, benefiting everyone.
But the Angel's path was to judge evil and bring order to the world.
The Martial Soul Hall under her command had wantonly hunted down evil soul masters, to the point that now, a mere ten thousand years later, most people didn't even know what an evil soul master was or how to convert them.
Even a Soul Devouring Spider Emperor like Bibi Dong could openly become the Pope, and no one found anything wrong with it.
Meanwhile, Asura and Roxas pursued killing and chaos. The more turmoil and conflict there was in the human world, the stronger their power became.
The two were natural enemies, almost unable to coexist.
One of Tang San's missions was to eliminate the Martial Soul Hall, thereby completely cutting off the possibility of the Angel God's return.
This was also the reason why the entire Douluo Continent in the second part turned into a large-scale Slaughter City, overrun with evil soul masters.
At the core of the issue, Asura no longer gave Destruction and Life any pleasant expressions, and he said in a seemingly calm tone: "Those ideas of your inheritors are very dangerous. I hope he understands that even if he successfully inherits the God King position, he may not necessarily truly become a God King."
Then, without waiting for a reply, his figure suddenly dissipated, leaving only an empty seat in place.
The people in the great hall were left to observe their noses and concentrate on their hearts.
After obtaining a divine position through inheritance, one did not immediately possess the corresponding level of power. Instead, one had to start from scratch to condense the corresponding law Divine Spark and slowly cultivate it on their own.
Asura's threat was very real.
A wielder of the path of slaughter, in a one-on-one fight, even the most ancient evil God King would not be a match.
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