Chapter 249 Ye Xishui: Why Can't I Become a God? Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang Die Together?
"Capable of mass-producing deities..."
Dai Hao took a deep breath and felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head:
"Your Majesty, if the Sun and Moon Empire of that world really opens a dimensional portal and descends upon us... what can we use to stop them?"
Are we going to risk our lives to pay for it?
Before God, our million-strong army is probably not even as great as an ant!
Meanwhile, in the Sun and Moon Empire, in the Ming capital.
Unlike the despair that once filled the three kingdoms of Douluo Continent, the atmosphere here, while equally shocking, was more of a frenzied fervor.
Inside the palace, Xu Tianran, sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the arrogant Angel of Destruction in the sky, his eyes blazing with unprecedented greed and ambition.
"Ha ha ha ha!
good!
What a destructive angel!
"What a formidable Patriarch Qianlin!"
Xu Tianran burst into loud laughter, the sound shaking the beams of the main hall. He pounded on the armrest of his wheelchair, his expression manic.
"Did you see that?"
Master of the Red Dust Hall, did you see that?
These are the ancestors of our Sun and Moon Empire!
This is the source of our bloodline!
Standing below, Jing Hongchen's face was flushed, and his beard trembled with excitement.
As a level nine Soul Master, he revered power more than anyone else, especially the absolute power that could break the rules.
"Your Majesty, I have seen it!"
That was a miracle! A true miracle!
Jing Hongchen said in a trembling voice:
"That Ancestor Qianlin is not only unfathomably powerful, but he can also create gods at will!"
What does this tell us?
This means he possesses some kind of rule or technology that we cannot understand!
"If we could gain the favor of this ancestor, even just a little guidance, or even... even a tiny scrap of that divine core..."
Xu Tianran clenched his fist tightly, his eyes flashing with a flame called ambition:
"Then why shouldn't I, Xu Tianran, unify the continent? Why shouldn't I heal these crippled legs? Even... I can become a god! I can become an eternal and immortal being!"
"Pass down the order! Assemble all priests and soul masters immediately! We are going to hold the grandest sacrificial ceremony! I want to pray to that Thousand-Scale Ancestor and pay tribute to that Angel of Destruction! We want them to know that even 20,000 years later, their descendants are still watching over this place!"
Meanwhile, in a dark corner of the mainland, lies the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Inside the hall, which is shrouded in darkness year-round, several terrifying auras are fluctuating violently.
The Supreme Master Ye Xishui, one of the most outstanding Limit Douluo of this era, the Death God Douluo, was staring intently at the sky, her beautiful face filled with twisted jealousy and resentment.
"Why...why?!"
Ye Xishui's voice was shrill and piercing, like a vengeful ghost demanding a life:
"Whether I, Ye Xishui, have committed countless evils throughout my life or struggled to survive in this world, how much have I paid in order to become a god?"
I even went so far as to transform into an evil spirit master, devouring countless lives, yet I'm still trapped at the level 99 bottleneck, unable to take that final half-step!
"That Qian Yin...that junior! What makes him so entitled to reap the benefits without sowing? Just because he has a powerful ancestor?!"
Beside her, Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao also wore a bitter and dejected expression.
As a powerful figure on par with Elder Mu, he had spent his entire life pursuing the pinnacle of power. But now, looking at Qian Yin, who had effortlessly ascended to godhood in the sky, he suddenly felt that all his efforts in his life had been nothing short of a joke.
"Xi Shui, stop talking..."
Long Xiaoyao sighed, his tone filled with a deep sense of powerlessness:
"This is fate. The resources of that world are far beyond our imagination. That Qian Lin... the resources he possesses are probably more terrifying than the entire God Realm."
"Destruction attribute... Angel of Annihilation..."
Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, had a fanatical glint in his eyes. He licked his chapped lips and said in a sinister tone:
"Mother, Elder Long, don't you think that the power of this Destruction Angel is perfectly suited to our Holy Spirit Cult?"
That pure destruction, that utter darkness… this is the god we should follow!
"If... if we could pledge allegiance to that Thousand-Scale Ancestor, given our Holy Spirit Sect's expertise in the dark path, could we perhaps obtain a divine core? Even just the lowest level of godhood..."
Zhong Liwu's words startled both Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao.
yes.
Since Qian Lin can bestow godhood so easily, does that mean that as long as they demonstrate enough value and act as obedient dogs, these old guys who have been stuck at the Limit Douluo level for many years also have a chance to get a share of the pie?
In an instant, the thoughts of everyone on the entire Douluo Continent, whether righteous or evil, whether imperial or reclusive, underwent a dramatic transformation because of this scene.
The once unbreakable faith began to waver, and the once clear distinction between friend and foe began to blur.
Faced with the absolute temptation of divine power and examples of "instant success," human greed and fear are amplified infinitely.
Above the sky, the scene continued, but the soul masters of the Douluo Continent era were already in turmoil.
"Can God... really be given?"
Countless people were asking the same question in their hearts, and the light in their eyes gradually changed from shock to a kind of dangerous desire.
The Realm of Annihilation, the Central Hub of the Divine Realm.
The two figures slumped together, utterly exhausted.
Just now, Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong were forcibly stripped of their divine status.
At this point, Yu Xiaogang was no longer the arrogant "master" he once was.
His body, which had become somewhat bloated and obese due to inheriting the power of the third-level deity, the Boar God,
It is visibly deflated at this moment, like a punctured balloon.
Beside him, Liu Erlong was in an equally miserable state.
The raging flames she possessed when she was a second-level deity, the Fire Dragon God, were now as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
His once dashing face was now deathly pale, with dried dark red blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth.
Just now, the divine core that symbolized their divine status was ruthlessly ripped out of their bodies by Wei Yuan.
The excruciating pain of their souls being torn apart almost made them faint on the spot.
As the divine core leaves the body, the power belonging to the deity rapidly dissipates.
The two instantly plummeted from their lofty divine status to the mortal realm, their divine bodies even severely damaged.
His aura was even weaker than that of an ordinary Title Douluo; he was on the verge of death.
"Two dragons..."
Yu Xiaogang reached out with difficulty and tremblingly grasped Liu Erlong's cold hand, his voice so weak it sounded as if he might breathe his last at any moment:
"I'm sorry...it's my fault..."
Liu Erlong struggled to open his eyes.
Looking at this man before him, who was even willing to turn himself into a pig to become a god for the sake of so-called theoretical research,
A complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
But in the end, that unforgettable love prevailed.
She gripped Yu Xiaogang's hand tightly in return, gave a sorrowful smile, and her voice was hoarse:
"Xiao Gang..."
Stop talking...
I'd rather die with you...
I also...
I have no regrets…
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