Raiden Makoto slowly extended her arms and gently embraced Lu Jingming from behind. In the next moment, her entire body transformed into an incomparably pure, radiant bolt of lightning, imbued with the meaning of eternity, and softly merged into Lu Jingming's body.
Boom—!
The space of the Mark of Thunder Saint deep within Lu Jingming's consciousness violently shook.
The supreme divine throne, which represented eternity and thunder and hung high in the center of his conscious universe, burst forth with billions of blinding thunderous lights with an unprecedented intensity.
Pure and vast divine power of violet lightning, like a liquid river of stars, surged out with unimaginable force, washing over his limbs, his bones, and the very core of his soul.
In the external world, palpable, sharp violet electricity shot out from the corners of Lu Jingming's eyes. A fierce and sacred divine power of thunder completely enveloped him like a cocoon.
The colors of the originally eerie crimson, hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings on his body suddenly underwent a drastic change.
As if baptized and refined by the supreme divine power, they all transformed into a noble, dazzling gold, seemingly condensed from pure lightning.
On top of the Soul Rings, profound violet thunder-patterns naturally appeared and flowed, emitting a heart-palpitating suppressive aura.
"You're right, Makoto. As long as we stand together, even a God-King can be fought. Deification—Activate!"
Following Lu Jingming's soft shout, which contained divine might, his flowing white hair instantly seemed to lose its material form, transforming into countless leaping, glittering blue-violet electrical ions, dazzlingly brilliant.
His body emitted a clear chime, like the collision of glass treasures. His bones, meridians, flesh, and even every single cell were undergoing an essential leap forward under the infusion of the Eternal Thunder Divine Power, rapidly transforming from a mortal body of flesh and blood towards a higher-level Divine Body.
Even more astonishingly, in the space surrounding the eight thunder-patterned Soul Rings, which had already turned gold, the space twisted. Infinite divine power and rules converged, and a ninth, incomparably brilliant, more solid and profound Gold Divine Ring suddenly condensed and appeared.
In the instant he completed his Deification, aided by the immense power and rule blessing granted by the divine throne, Lu Jingming's Soul Power rank naturally broke through the bottleneck of Rank 90, officially stepping into the realm of the Title Douluo.
And this was far from the end.
The Black Abyss White Flower silently appeared in his deified palm. The obscure power symbolizing death and the destructive divine power representing eternal thunder began a dangerous fusion within his body.
The blue-violet lightning shining around him was visibly stained with profound pitch black and inauspicious dark red, eventually turning into a terrifying black-red color that seemed capable of swallowing all light. The aura of destruction instantly elevated by several levels.
As the Holy Grail War progressed, the Holy Grail, acting as the energy nexus, had already accumulated a massive amount of energy. The entire Douluo Star Plane was being slowly pushed into a state of evolution under the stimulation of this high-concentration energy.
As the initiator of the Holy Grail War, Lu Jingming naturally received the deepest feedback and blessing from the Douluo Star's will. This was also one of the important reasons why his Eternal and Thunder Divine Throne could condense so rapidly.
It was precisely under the powerful blessing of this complete divine throne that he was able to forcefully initiate a brief Deification state with the body of a Soul Douluo, experiencing and mastering the might of the Divine Body and Divine Sense in advance.
Of course, Lu Jingming knew clearly that all this was a fleeting sublimation under the divine throne's blessing and could not be sustained.
His true cultivation base was merely Rank 90, achieved only just now through the Deification opportunity.
However, it was precisely under the ultimate blessing of this Deification state that the Second Soul Core, which would take Title Douluo a long time and require the absorption of massive amounts of Soul Power to condense, became easily achievable for him.
The vast divine power, like the most obedient tool, was guided by his will to perfectly construct a Second Soul Core in his Dantian almost instantaneously—a core with attributes diametrically opposed yet perfectly complementary to the original Soul Core.
Without any difficulty or hindrance, the supreme realm of the Yin-Yang Complementary Dual Soul Cores, which countless Title Douluo dreamed of and were often constrained by for a lifetime, was achieved the moment he stepped into the Title Douluo realm.
Within his body, the two Soul Cores, respectively imbued with the meaning of Creation and Death, slowly rotated in opposite directions. Not only did they not conflict, but they formed a powerful attractive force at their central point, causing the two powers, which were of the same origin yet distinct, to perfectly blend and generate a terrifying, qualitative power that far surpassed a simple addition.
Even more surprisingly, in the center of the two slowly rotating Soul Cores, two illusory and sacred figures were faintly visible: Greater Lord Rukkhadevata and Raiden Makoto.
It was they who, using their own divine status and soul power as the core, helped Lu Jingming perfectly harmonize and control these two great powers, making the Soul Core conflict that would be enough to make other Super Douluo explode and die as docile as a lamb in his body.
A Title Douluo with the Yin-Yang Complementary Dual Soul Cores, stacked with the perfect Deification mode under the blessing of the God-King level Eternal and Thunder Divine Throne.
A surging sense of power filled every corner of his body. Lu Jingming slowly clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying might that seemed capable of crushing stars with his bare hands and unleashing divine punishment with a single thought. A strong sense of confidence welled up within him.
At this moment, he even had the confidence to directly confront a true God-level powerhouse.
Of course, reason swiftly suppressed this brief delusion brought by the explosion of power.
He knew clearly that while the Deification mode was powerful, it was ultimately a temporary power.
His mortal foundation could not withstand the backlash of this state for long. His spiritual consciousness, in this state of heightened divine activation, was also constantly being washed and assimilated. If this continued for too long, the human part of his nature might be overwhelmed by the absolute rationality and indifference of his divine nature.
This was absolutely not what Lu Jingming wanted.
Therefore, the Deification state was the strongest trump card in his hand, a lethal blade for slaying gods, not a normal state.
It had to be used cautiously before he truly ascended to the divine throne.
He raised his eyes, the black-red lightning in them flickering erratically, and looked towards the sacred, azure figure. His will to battle, like a tangible substance, soared into the sky.
The deified Lu Jingming was completely unrecognizable from his previous appearance. His white hair had long vanished, replaced by countless wildly dancing and leaping ion clusters formed by the purest destructive thunder. Fine, black-red electrical sparks constantly burst from the tips of his hair.
His facial contours became more perfect and sharply defined, as if meticulously carved by a divine artisan. His skin was translucent like jade, yet faintly revealed the destructive lightning flowing within.
His body was slightly taller, becoming more upright and perfect.
An extremely gorgeous, complex, and majestic set of battle armor naturally covered his body.
The armor was dark violet all over, its material neither gold nor jade, but rather like solidified thunder interwoven with shadow, with black-red thunder patterns flowing on the surface like a living entity.
A huge, rhombic gem, constantly erupting with black-red lightning like an Eternal Thunder Core, was embedded in the center of the chest plate.
Sharp thunder spikes extended from the armor's joints, making it both magnificent and filled with a fatal sense of danger.
Behind him, a massive divine ring, completely interwoven with black-red lightning, slowly rotated. Within the divine ring, the scene of countless worlds being born and destroyed in the thunder faintly flickered.
This was the strongest posture he could currently wield.
Relying on the spiritual bond forged by merging his soul with Raiden Makoto, he forcibly bore the vast divine might of the Eternal and Thunder Divine Throne with a mortal body, briefly pushing himself towards the realm of the gods.
He clearly perceived the surging power in every inch of his divine body, enough to tear continents apart, and he also sensed the burden and assimilation this power placed on his mortal foundation.
But he was fearless. He intended to fight a wisp of the Sea God Tang San's divine consciousness in this form.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime trial.
Regardless of the outcome, the experience and insights gained from clashing with a God-King would pave the way for his true ascension to the divine throne in the future, a value beyond measure.
What's more... he wasn't fighting alone.
Thinking of Jingliu, who was preparing her attack, Gu Yuena, who was rushing over, and the unseen Phantylia and Herta, a practically imperceptible curve lifted the corner of Lu Jingming's mouth.
With so many people backing him up, he wasn't afraid of failing. If he couldn't win, he could just call for help. Calling for help was something that Herta liked to do, and Lu Jingming liked it too.
In this regard, Lu Jingming and Herta were birds of a feather.
On the other side, when that familiar, infinitely profound, and warm golden-blue light surged out from her brow and condensed into that towering, majestic, yet benevolent figure in the air, Tang Wutong froze completely, her mind blank.
After the tremendous shock came a flood of overwhelming ecstasy and grievance.
"Dad... Father?!"
Her voice trembled with disbelief. The long-suppressed tears in her pink-blue eyes could no longer be held back, rolling down like broken strings of pearls.
Her cheeks, which had been pale from the bitter fighting, injury, and the fall of the Titan, instantly flushed with a mix of excitement and grievance.
The accumulated helplessness and sadness in her clear, pink-blue eyes could no longer be contained at this moment, cascading down like a burst dam. Large, crystal tears rolled down, streaking across her dust-stained face.
All her strength, all her stubbornness, completely crumbled the moment her father's figure appeared.
In front of her closest kin, she instantly reverted to the little girl who could be endlessly indulged, freely act spoiled, and seek refuge.
She desperately wanted to rush towards the figure, but was tripped by the residual divine power fluctuations around her and an extreme sense of exhaustion, causing her to stagger and nearly collapse to the ground.
"Father, it really is you! You're here! You're finally here!"
Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with the reliance and grievance of having escaped disaster, as if she wanted to pour out all her fears.
"They... they bullied me, they killed Second Uncle, they tried to kill me, they... they…"
The rest of the words were blocked in her throat by the overwhelming sense of grievance, sorrow, and lingering fear, unable to form. They ultimately transformed into even more violent, uncontrollable cries.
The image of the Titan Giant Ape, Er Ming, falling in battle resurfaced, making her feel as though her heart was being carved, and she wept, her whole body trembling.
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