Chapter 311: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Danger!
One Month Later.
"Huh~ It's finally over," Mo Hui exclaimed with relief, looking at the fully repaired world barrier before him.
Thanks to the combined efforts of him and the Douluo Planar Consciousness, all the damage caused by the accident had been restored to its original state.
Even the fallen stars, recovered by the Planar Consciousness and aided by the meteorites brought by Deoxys, had returned to their original positions.
After a moment of relaxation, Mo Hui, feeling the surge of divine power within him, smiled softly and said, "This can be considered a blessing in disguise. Not only have I found hope for completing Mega Rayquaza, but my level has also increased."
Thanks to the fierce battle with Deoxys and the help of the remaining Planar Essence, Mo Hui's level had rapidly increased, now reaching over 120, fully entering the realm of a First-Level God.
Mo Hui was no longer just an heir to a godly title, but a true First-Level God.
"This matter is over, and it's time for me to return."
Glancing around, Mo Hui realized there was nothing more he needed to attend to, and headed down on his Pidgeot.
The crisis caused by Mo Hui's spirit fusion technique, Liekongzu, was unknown to the people of Douluo Continent, but those at a higher level could clearly sense that cultivation had become easier recently.
Spirit Hall, Hall of Worship.
"What exactly has happened recently? Why does it feel like the barrier to reaching level 100 has decreased so much?"
Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged in the center of the room, taking in the subtle changes in the world, feeling both joy and confusion.
But then he sighed and said, "It's a shame, it's too late."
If this incident had happened decades ago, or even just a few years ago, he would have pushed himself to reach level 100.
But now that his granddaughter was about to complete the eighth test, he no longer had time to attempt it.
Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu closed his eyes.
Although he had long since resolved to use his own sacrifice to initiate Qian Renxue's path to godhood, he still struggled with the prospect of himself achieving godhood himself.
He... didn't want to die!
Just as he hesitated, a towering, beautiful figure pushed open the door.
Qian Renxue looked at Qian Daoliu and said firmly, "Grandfather, I've completed the eighth trial. What preparations do I need for the final one?"
Qian Renxue's words, like a death warrant, pierced Qian Daoliu's heart, sending a wave of deep emotion.
After an unknown amount of time, Qian Daoliu finally made up his mind. He stood up, looked at Qian Renxue, and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to the final trial."
For the future of Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu ultimately gave up his lifelong pursuit, his own chance at godhood, and chose to pave the way for Qian Renxue.
But at this moment, Qian Daoliu felt extremely sad. If he had sacrificed himself before, he would have sacrificed himself. After all, he could not become a god, so he could only place his hopes on his granddaughter Qian Renxue. Moreover, the excellence shown by Qian Renxue also proved that he had made the right choice.
But now that the bottleneck of godhood had begun to loosen, he saw the possibility of achieving his lifelong pursuit. Sacrificing in this situation would be a completely different matter.
The cruelest thing in this world isn't the absence of hope, but seeing hope only to be shattered by one's own hands.
"I just hope Xue'er can truly be a match for Mo Hui, otherwise my sacrifice would be meaningless," Qian Daoliu said with a silent sigh.
However, despite this thought, Qian Daoliu had no confidence that the god-like Qian Renxue could defeat Mo Hui.
After all, that person was even more outrageous than Tang Chen, capable of fighting against him, a level 99 Ultimate Douluo, at level 85.
Soon, Qian Daoliu brought Qian Renxue to a towering and majestic angel statue.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Spirit City, Bibi Dong emerged from a black and purple formation.
A wicked smile played across Bibi Dong's lips as she said happily, "Thanks to the recent changes in the world, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to complete the Eighth Trial so quickly."
Bibi Dong was incredibly happy. According to her previous estimates, the most optimistic estimate for completing the Eighth Trial would have been over a year. If something unexpected had happened, a delay of two or three years wouldn't have been out of the question.
But now that all that time had been saved, saving over a crucial year, how could she not be happy?
After all, while the Spirit Hall and Mo Hui had a five-year agreement, Mo Hui was likely a god by now. His oath to the gods no longer bound him; whether he obeyed or not was entirely up to Mo Hui's whim.
If Mo Hui felt the Spirit Hall was a threat and decided to take action against them, they would be completely helpless.
The feeling of having their fate hang in the hands of one person was unbearable for anyone, let alone Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
Even if Mo Hui kept her promise, more than three years had already passed since the five-year agreement, leaving her with just over a year to go before the deadline. With just over a year left, she wasn't sure she could achieve godhood. Therefore, this unexpected turn of events couldn't have come at a better time, buying her precious time.
Afterward, Bibi Dong arrived at the Pope's Palace and summoned Yue Guan and Gui Mei. Resting her head on one hand, she casually asked them, "How are the preparations for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect going?"
"Your Highness, the Pope, it's almost ready. With just one order from you, the final preparations will be complete within a few days," Yue Guan said, placing a hand on his chest and saluting Bibi Dong.
"Okay!"
Upon hearing Yue Guan's words, Bibi Dong immediately stood up, holding the Pope's scepter. With a smile on her face, she said to Yue Guan and Gui Mei, "Pass on my secret order. Gather the troops. In five days, we will wipe out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!"
"Yes! Your Highness!"
As Bibi Dong spoke, Yue Guan and Gui Mei were both excited. After so many years of preparation, they could finally wipe out the three upper sects.
It was only one of the three, but if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was destroyed, how far could the other two be?
The Clear Sky Sect? Just a group of stray dogs forced to abandon their subordinates and hide in the mountains!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect? If it weren't for Mo Hui's intimidation, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect would have been wiped out by the Spirit Hall right now.
Now, the only one they could truly consider a rival was Mo Hui!
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