Qiangu Dieting stepped out of the teleportation portal with his Spirit Pagoda subordinates and stood directly above the sea, showing no intention of heading toward the area where Chen Xinjie was locked in fierce combat. Compared to the God-level duel echoing between heaven and earth in the distance, this helmsman of the Spirit Pagoda, known as the "lonely old man," was actually more interested in this teleportation portal that could span half the planet.
"Locking onto coordinates with spiritual power, using Dharma talismans as a medium to communicate with the world's rules..." Qiangu Dongfeng had long researched such spatial teleportation methods. He casually handed a yellowed, hand-drawn scroll to his father. "Father, this method originates from Your Eminence Sui Yuan. Back then, he shattered his soul rings to recultivate, dedicating himself to studying the underlying rules of soul rings and soul skill before inventing such miraculous means. According to him, 'soul rings are shackles, soul power is the foundation, and soul skill are merely forms of expressing soul power.' He has simply branded the essence of the soul skill onto this scroll."
The words Qiangu Dongfeng relayed casually caused Qiangu Dieting's eyes to snap into a sharp focus, understanding instantly--this man had already walked at the absolute forefront of the entire martial soul system. Furthermore, possessing Divine Origin Realm spiritual power, he keenly sensed a subtle spatial disharmony nearby the moment he arrived. "His spatial attainment has actually reached mastery... The Douluo Plane has produced yet another earth-shattering figure."
Just as his voice fell, a crisp chiming sound rang out as several teleportation portals of various shapes emerged one after another. "Oh ho! That old fossil Qiangu Dieting really is still alive!" The contemporary Angel Douluo, Yue Zhengen, spotted the leader of the Spirit Pagoda team at a glance. Having not seen him for many years, he immediately opened his mouth to mock him.
"If an old nuisance like you hasn't died thoroughly yet, how could my old bones go see the King of Hell first?" Qiangu Dieting scanned the team behind Yue Zhengen, his eyes darkening slightly--nearly twenty Titled Douluos were lined up neatly, more than half hailing from the Angel Clan, and four among them had even reached the Super Douluo level. "The south is truly brimming with talent. Why don't you just change the name to the 'Angel Federation'?" With a casual remark, he exposed Yue Zhengen's generation's operation of "replacing the prince with a leopard cat," secretly seizing control of the southern forces. This matter was well known to the major factions and the high-ranking officials of the Federation, but due to the Angel Clan's raw power and southern influence, they had always been helpless against it.
"Qiangu Dieting, people just strive for higher ground." Yue Zhengen cheerfully stroked his beard, though a calculated look was hidden within his smile. "Back then, you claimed you would break through Rank 100, but you didn't succeed, did you?" The Spirit Pagoda boasted three Limit Douluos in one sect, far more formidable than his lineup of "a few big and small cats." Even Qiangu Zhangting was already nearing Rank 50, bound to be another Limit Douluo in the future.
"Over the vast span of ten thousand years, how many extraordinarily gifted individuals have perished in the long river of time? Now that someone is finally taking the final step toward godhood, we naturally have to come and witness it." Qiangu Dieting did not take the bait. His gaze shifted toward Chen Xinjie, who was fighting fiercely in the distance, his expression turning solemn--that faint true god cultivation could not be mistaken. Has this fellow actually broken through Rank 100? Could he be dueling the new Sea God?
Yue Zhengen, however, was not obsessed with achieving godhood. Since the fall of the Angel God, the glory of the Angel Clan had faded, and even the Six-Winged Angel martial soul had vanished, let alone their lineage of Holy Angels. His arrival this time was mostly to honor his agreement with Sui Yuan, and incidentally to catch a glimpse of the new god's demeanor.
Following the arrival of the Spirit Pagoda and the Angel Clan, teams from the Hall of Heroes, the Tang Sect, and Shrek Academy, along with the consecration groups of various empires and even rogue cultivators who had been reclusive for many years, arrived through the teleportation portals one after another. In an instant, nearly all the high-level soul masters of the entire continent gathered over this peaceful sea. Close to a hundred Titled Douluos assembled here, their auras intertwining and clashing, causing even the surface of the sea to ripple in layers.
Speaking of which, there were no fewer than dozens of Limit Douluos on the current Douluo Plane--several top-tier powerhouses had emerged during Tang Wulin's era, and when Gu Yue controlled the soul master world through the Myriad Beast Platform, multiple Limit Douluos broke through into the world. Right now was the peak of the Douluo Plane's combat power.
Right at this moment, above the dense, dark clouds, an inverted giant tower suddenly descended. Inside the pavilion at the tower's peak, a man wearing a bronze mask and clad in red and black brocade robes exuded a grim aura. He held a pitch-black brush, quietly painting on the scroll before him.
"Let's go, the person who invited us has arrived." Qiangu Dieting gestured for his subordinates to wait in place, transforming into a streak of light to fly toward the giant tower first. Following closely behind were the Limit Douluos holding power in various factions, their figures skimming across the sea one after another, converging toward the floating giant tower.
"Rogue cultivator Sui Yuan greets all Your Eminences." Sui Yuan sat cross-legged in the center of the pavilion. Even as he spoke his greetings, his gaze remained focused on the scroll before him, the brush in his hand never stopping.
However, what shocked the Limit Douluos was not Sui Yuan himself, nor this cross-realm Dharma artifact giant tower that pierced through space, but rather what he was painting--it was not beautiful landscapes, but ink condensed from pure spiritual power, outlining a seemingly ordinary circle in the center of the paper.
To the naked eye, it looked entirely unexceptional, but the spiritual power of the Limit Douluos present had all reached the Spirit Domain Realm. When their spiritual power probed into that mass of black ink, everyone froze in unison: depicted inside with vivid realism was the Vast Sea Douluo, Chen Xinjie, locked in a death match with an unknown Rank 99 Limit Douluo. The soul power fluctuations and technical details of every single clash were completely clear. Immersing one's spiritual power within it felt exactly like being physically present on the battlefield.
"To think that the materialization of thought could reach such a realm! Drawing everything in the world onto a scroll in real-time?" the commander of the Federation's Central Legion, Divine Brush Douluo Yu Guanzhi, exclaimed in shock. His martial soul was originally the Divine Brush, and he had even uniquely created the "Heaven and Earth Scroll" soul skill, which could turn drawn illusions into reality, yet he had never seen such a method of "building a realm with spiritual power and painting in real-time."
"It is merely a small application of spiritual power, a manifestation of 'Law'." Sui Yuan smiled warmly as he flicked his brush, condensing a small ball of ink from all the information within the tower's range, and casually tossed it toward the dozens of spectating Limit Douluos. "The Divine Brush Eminence overpraises me."
Afterward, he stood up, walked to the tower window, and slowly addressed the Limit Douluos: "Everyone has come at my, Sui's, invitation, so I will not beat around the bush. The one who is about to ascend to godhood has not completely achieved it yet; he has merely taken a critical step onto the staircase of godhood. Although I can paint Chen Xinjie's battle, I cannot fully present that profound path to godhood. The 'Laws' of you all encompass everything, and your spiritual power is exceptionally peerless. I specially invite everyone to use your spiritual power to co-paint this historic moment of ascension."
As his voice fell, dozens of red scrolls shot out from the sleeves of his brocade robe, hovering before each Limit Douluo like living things. They emitted soft spiritual power fluctuations, seemingly issuing a silent invitation.
Those who could cultivate to become a Limit Douluo were all brilliantly talented individuals. The materialization of thought was originally a foundational ability at this level, and everyone grasped the core of Sui Yuan's "spiritual power recording method" in just a brief moment. Furthermore, they were already full of curiosity toward the "Law" Sui Yuan spoke of. Immediately, they tapped their spiritual power into the red scrolls one after another. Strands of refined spiritual power converged into the paintings like threads, preparing to collectively record this epoch-making moment.