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As Ye Lan gradually acclimated to his First-Class God physique, he initiated the "Heartsteel Stacking Plan."
Given that Super God-King level strength would shatter the space of Douluo Star, Ye Lan was uncertain whether God-King level power would do the same. Consequently, he decided to stack his vitality to exactly ninety-nine times the level of a First-Class God.
His reasoning was strategic: the Abyssal Sage of the Abyss was also a First-Class God. It was likely that before Douluo Star or the Abyssal Plane evolved into a true Divine Realm, they could only naturally accommodate First-Class Gods. Or perhaps, because he had achieved godhood through physical sanctification rather than a "God Seat" or faith, the environmental reaction was different.
Regardless, Ye Lan didn't overthink it. A man's happiness is simple: Stacking Steel.
Based on his calculations, if his base vitality increased by 0.3% per trigger, he only needed to trigger the effect 1,323 times.
Though Heartsteel has an internal cooldown—meaning it can only be triggered once per specific lifeform—the ocean was many things, and "lacking sea soul beasts" was not one of them. Ye Lan activated Void Thought, turned on Heartsteel, and locked his Life Sharing onto a cluster of beasts.
Three seconds later, the Heartsteel mark appeared above the heads of 1,323 sea soul beasts. Ye Lan activated Blue Silver Sublimation. Under the Blessing of the Goddess of Life, he regained 4% of his maximum health per second. Since each Heartsteel trigger consumed 3% of his current health, he could trigger thirty-three instances and recover fully in just twenty-five seconds.
To reach his goal of 1,323 triggers, it would take roughly 1,000 seconds—about fifteen minutes. In a quarter of an hour, his vitality soared to ninety-nine times the level of a First-Class God!
"Strong!! Too strong!!!" Ye Lan was once again shaken by the sheer power of the Life Sharing and Heartsteel synergy.
With his own vitality maximized, he noticed his Blue Silver Priest summons—based on his Rank 95 Titled Douluo stats—were looking a bit lackluster. He tried to stack Heartsteel on them to boost their base vitality to the same god-tier level, but he failed.
While Heartsteel is a buff-type skill that can be applied to any Blue Silver kin, the Priests were summons, not true independent lives. Once the second soul ring skill, Blue Silver Prophet, was deactivated and the Priests vanished, their stacked health disappeared with them.
Ye Lan didn't mind. The Priests' strength was tied to the Combat Blue Silver Grass, which scaled with his own soul power. In the future, he simply needed to activate Heavenly Soul Body first to boost his soul power before summoning them.
Shaking off these thoughts, Ye Lan sensed that the Seventh Abyss Dungeon had been cleared. The corners of his mouth curled upward.
"Zhuqing and the others did well. Now, it's my turn to end this!!"
In a flash, he descended upon the deepest part of the Far North: Abyss Dungeon No. 9.
The Final Stand
Outside the dungeon, a massive, ten-thousand-meter black octahedron floated in mid-air, rotating slowly. Surrounding it were countless Abyssal monsters of the Titled Douluo level, held back by the Titled Douluos of the Douluo Empire and hundred-level Divine Officers.
Ye Lan spotted a familiar purple-haired figure fighting fiercely in the fray. He appeared instantly beside her, tapped her shoulder, and smiled.
"Teacher!! You've worked hard!"
"Xiao Lan!!!" Bibi Dong dropped her opponent and pulled Ye Lan into a tight embrace.
"Bibi Dong!! What do you take me for!?" a voice roared. "Flirting with your little lover in the middle of a fight with me, Old Bull? Die!!!"
The towering Heavenly Bull Monarch felt Ye Lan's aura and was consumed by rage. He transformed into a streak of dark purple light, his horns glowing with a sharp, murderous glint as he charged at the pair. In the next heartbeat, the space where Ye Lan and Bibi Dong stood shattered.
"Where did they go!?" the Monarch stammered, bewildered.
Ye Lan, still holding Bibi Dong, floated calmly behind him. "Dong'er, who is this little calf?"
"Xiao Lan, he is the Heavenly Bull Monarch of the 10th floor of the Abyss. He was a Quasi-God, but thanks to the Abyss Sage's cultivation, he reached level 100. There are others like him breaking through across the battlefield," Bibi Dong explained, pointing into the distance. "Over there, the one fighting Qian Daoliu is the Scythe Emperor, also level 100."
"I see," Ye Lan nodded.
The Abyss Sage had likely used his authority to watch Ye Lan's previous battle with the Sea God's consciousness. That was why the Sage had never shown his face on Douluo Star; under the planet's suppression, the Sage would have no chance against him.
"You brat! Mocking me!!" The Bull Monarch was livid. In his perception, Ye Lan felt like an ordinary person with no energy.
As the Monarch charged again, Ye Lan frowned. "You can die now."
"????" Before the Bull Monarch could even process the words, his thousand-meter body exploded. Before the blood could splatter, an invisible barrier condensed the remains into a sphere. In the blink of an eye, the massive ball of gore evaporated into gas.
"Don't get any on me or my teacher," Ye Lan said tonelessly.
His mental power then locked onto a black-haired man hiding in the icy valley below. Tang San had no idea he had been spotted. He was trembling, watching the Bull Monarch get obliterated in a second.
Tang San! Pull yourself together! he screamed at himself. Remembering the humiliation of his grandmother, Poseidon, his fear turned into a cold, hard determination. Over the past year, with Poseidon's help and by devouring Abyssal life force, he had reached the Rank 99 Limit Douluo realm.
His eighth Sea God trial required him to reach Rank 99, obtain a full set of soul bones, and kill the Deep Sea Demon Whale King. But because the world's level cap had risen to 100, he couldn't touch the Whale King. Not even his grandmother could kill a level 100 Whale King in the deep sea.
He had come to the Ninth Dungeon to secretly devour more life force to reach level 100 himself. He was saving his torso slot for the Whale King's million-year bone. But recently, a notification had echoed in his mind: The Deep Sea Demon Whale King has been slain.
The realization hit him like a physical blow. Did Ye Lan take the Whale King as his ninth ring? Tang San's face turned ashen. He didn't dare vent his rage for fear of being discovered. Gritting his teeth, he tore through space and fled.
Ye Lan sensed Tang San's soul power had hit Rank 99. He knew Tang San would reach godhood soon, but he didn't care. Everything was moving according to plan.
"Xiao Lan, have you already become a Titled Douluo??" Bibi Dong asked, stunned by the speed of the kill.
"Indeed! Dong'er, the Abyss hanging over Douluo Star is about to vanish," Ye Lan smiled. Bibi Dong leaned against his shoulder, whispering, "Teacher believes in you."
"Then watch closely, Teacher. Don't blink!"
The Extinction
Below the dark vortex, countless Abyssal creatures swarmed: Abyssal Spirit Dragons, Shadow Dragons, Death Knights, Vampires, and Cyclopes. They ranged from Titled Douluo to Quasi-Gods, with several level 100 Lords fighting Di Tian and Qian Daoliu.
In the next second, every Abyssal monster in the sky simultaneously detonated.
Flesh, bone, and scale pulverized into a fine crimson mist, erupting like the most beautiful fireworks. Bibi Dong's eyes widened. "So beautiful..."
The blood mist transformed into Abyssal fog and began rushing back into the Ninth Dungeon. Qian Daoliu stood frozen as the Scythe Emperor—an opponent he was evenly matched with—simply ceased to exist. He looked up, saw the blue-haired Ye Lan, and laughed.
Qian Daoliu crossed through space, deactivated his Seraphim armor, and slapped Ye Lan on the shoulder. "Xiao Lan!! Brilliantly done!!! Did you clear the dungeon?" He winced, rubbing his palm. "Good gods, what is your body made of? It's like hitting divine iron!"
"Grandpa Qian, you're hitting too hard," Ye Lan joked. "After today, the Abyss will be no more."
"Good! With that promise, this old man can finally rest. These 'immortal' monsters have been giving my old bones a workout," Qian Daoliu roared.
Space cracked again. Di Tian stepped out, looking at Ye Lan with intensity. "Ye Lan!! Are you sure?? You haven't officially 'ascended' yet! Can you really face the Abyss Sage and his Super Divine Tool?"
"Senior Di Tian, rest easy. A year ago, I had a 50% chance. Now? I have 100%," Ye Lan stated. Di Tian slapped his shoulder three times in excitement. "Good!! On behalf of the soul beasts, thank you! May your martial fortune be prosperous!!!"
Soon, Ye Lan was surrounded by old friends: Chrysanthemum, Bone, Snake Lance, Porcupine, and the leaders of the four single-attribute clans. Jian, Gu, Wolf—all were there, alongside various hundred-thousand-year soul beasts. They knew the Seventh Dungeon was clear. Now, their hope—the God of Life and Destruction—was here to finish the job.
They shouted in unison: "May your martial fortune be prosperous!!! Douluo Empire shall prevail!!!"
The Desperation of Tang San
Elsewhere, Tang San tore out of a spatial rift into a secluded valley, venting his fury by shattering mountains with his soul power.
His million-year ninth ring for the Clear Sky Hammer was gone! The million-year torso bone was gone!! Now he would have to settle for hundred-thousand-year beasts in the ocean to fill his slots.
For some reason, the world seemed to be targeting him. No matter how many hundred-thousand-year beasts he killed, they never dropped the specific bone he needed. He had already absorbed several Blue Silver Grass bones, but their skills were redundant—mostly just flight and recovery.
The thought of using a hundred-thousand-year bone for his most important torso slot instead of the Whale King's caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood.
"Yo, Little San. Haven't seen you in a while. Level 99 already?"
A familiar, condescending voice echoed in his mind.
"Why the rush? Level 99 is enough to inherit the Sea God position. It's just a million-year bone."
"Get lost!!! Don't think I don't know you and Asura are up to no good!!!" Tang San roared.
"Heh, isn't your enemy Ye Lan? If you just fly out of Douluo Star, Asura and I can track your coordinates. Then, Ye Lan's death is just a word away," Poseidon said dismissively.
"Don't think I don't know what you want. Douluo Star is about to become a Divine Realm. Until I become a Dual God, you will never know the location of this planet!!!" Tang San hissed.
"Dual God? You had a chance before, but your Blue Silver Grass is useless now; it can't carry the Sea God's seat. How do you plan to manage both?" Poseidon countered.
"I don't care!! That's for you to figure out!"
"Difficult, very difficult..." Poseidon sighed. Tang San responded with another string of curses.
(End of Chapter)