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The combat power Ye Lan currently possessed could no longer be measured by simple vitality. With the Martial Souls he held, no one in the Douluo Universe could ever hope to be his match.
By increasing the limit attributes of his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul to three thousand types, he had essentially gained enlightenment over three thousand different Laws. This meant he could create three thousand—or even an infinite number of evolved—divine positions.
However, the current Douluo God Realm was merely a newborn. It did not possess enough Immortal Spirit Qi to sustain so many gods. But if there was one thing Ye Lan did not lack, it was exactly that.
Was it not just "Immortal Spirit Qi"?
Ye Lan immediately triggered Heartsteel, boosting his own vitality to twice that of a Creation God. He then directly converted half of that—the equivalent of a full Creation God's life force—into Immortal Spirit Qi for the Douluo God Realm!
In an instant, the concentration of Immortal Spirit Qi in the Douluo God Realm surpassed that of the original God Realm by dozens of times. It was now capable of supporting dozens of God-Kings simultaneously!
As the spirit energy surged, Tang San's agonized wails intensified.
"Ye Lan, I @!#@! you! What did you do?!" Tang San shrieked in pain.
"Xiao San! Xiao San! Ye Lan! I was wrong! Please, spare Tang San!" Tang Hao watched from nearby, consumed by regret as he saw Tang San being incessantly scorched.
He had sat there quietly, listening to Tang San's screams for five days and five nights.
Originally, he had viewed Tang San merely as a tool for his revenge against the Spirit Hall and the revival of the Clear Sky School. But hearing his own flesh and blood subjected to endless torture, he finally felt remorse. He regretted ever opposing Ye Lan and regretted imposing his own selfishness upon the Spirit Hall.
"Xiao San! Dad was wrong! I was truly wrong!" Tang Hao wept bitterly. Every ounce of pain Tang San endured felt as though it were being carved into Tang Hao's own heart.
Ye Lan looked at the suddenly spirited Tang San and remarked casually, "Oh? You mean this? Didn't you say the Douluo God Realm would be destroyed by the Space-Time Turbulence?"
"The reason the Divine Fire has grown stronger is naturally because the Douluo God Realm has more Immortal Spirit Qi. Now, producing dozens of God-Kings or even Quasi-God-Kings won't be a problem at all," Ye Lan said indifferently.
"Impossible! Ye Lan! You're lying to me! You're lying!" Tang San cried out in disbelief. "The Douluo God Realm couldn't possibly possess this much Immortal Spirit Qi in an instant!"
"Heh, then let me show you. To me, these so-called God-King positions are as common and easily obtained as cabbages by the roadside," Ye Lan replied calmly.
"You can torture me! But you cannot treat me like a fool!" Tang San roared. "Father, do not beg him! As long as the Space-Time Turbulence strikes, the Douluo God Realm will be destroyed, and I will be free! Everything Ye Lan cherishes will perish under the turbulence and the Will of the Universe!"
"Is... is that true?" Tang Hao's face turned deathly pale.
Seeing that Tang San was still cursing his friends and family even at the end, Ye Lan discarded his final shred of pity.
Snap!
He flicked his fingers, and Qian Renxue suddenly appeared before him.
"!!?" The Angelic Goddess, Qian Renxue, was stunned to find herself standing before Ye Lan. She hadn't felt even a ripple of spatial fluctuation; she had simply appeared.
"Hubby! How did you do that?" Qian Renxue immediately threw herself into Ye Lan's arms, giving him a firm peck on the cheek.
"Just a new skill. Xiao Xue, I have a gift for you," Ye Lan smiled.
"Really?! A few days ago, you turned so huge—who were you trying to scare? I almost thought you were going to destroy the God Realm!" Qian Renxue teased, playfully thumping his chest.
"Hahaha, how could I ever bear to hurt you?" Ye Lan laughed.
A piercing light appeared in the palm of Ye Lan's hand. Under its glow, the Divine Fire burning Tang San flared even more fiercely. The light expanded rapidly until it became a spherical sun, indistinguishable from the one in the sky except for its size.
"Hubby! What is this?" Qian Renxue asked eagerly.
"The Sun Godhood, Quasi-God-King level. It's for you," Ye Lan explained.
"What?! Hubby! I love you so much!" Qian Renxue kissed his cheek again. "Is there one for Mother? And for Sister Xue Ke?"
"Of course there's one for Teacher. As for Xue Ke and the others, once I help them become Divine Officers, I will condense Godhoods for all of them." Ye Lan's palm glowed again, this time forming a sphere of dark energy. "This is the Evil Godhood, also Quasi-God-King level, for Teacher."
"Great! I'll go find Mother right now!" After taking the Sun and Evil Godhoods, Qian Renxue tore through space to find Bibi Dong.
Once she was gone, Ye Lan looked at Tang San and smiled. "Well, Tang San? Before long, the Douluo God Realm will have two more Quasi-God-Kings."
Tang San was speechless. He never imagined that the God-King position he dreamed of would be worth less than a common vegetable, while the gifts Ye Lan handed out like candy were at the Quasi-God-King level.
The pain in Tang San's heart far exceeded the agony of his divine soul. His face twisted. "Back then, even the Dragon God died under the Will of the Universe! Your lovers will meet the same end! Everyone will die under the judgment of the universe!"
"Heh, your despair and breakdown are truly the best seasonings," Ye Lan chuckled.
He then turned his gaze toward the root of it all: Tang Hao.
Looking at the disheveled, guilty, and hopeless Tang Hao, Ye Lan said coldly, "You no longer have any entertainment value. You must feel quite desperate now, don't you?"
"The twin God-Kings you pinned your hopes on are nothing more than cabbages I give away to others."
"Ye Lan! I lose! I beg you, let Xiao San go!"
"The son's failure is the father's fault! It's me—it's all my fault! I was the one who raised Tang San to be like this!"
"Heh, Tang San's nature was always like this. He wasn't a blank slate. In his past life, he was nothing more than a thief who stole his sect's secret techniques," Ye Lan said indifferently, no longer caring if his secrets were exposed.
"Ye Lan! Who the hell are you from the Tang Sect?! How do you know so much about me?!" Tang San roared. He now suspected Ye Lan was an assassin sent by the Tang Sect to hunt him down.
"He is my son! Even if he occupies my son's body, he is still my son!" Tang Hao wailed.
"Father! I'm sorry! I failed!" Tang San also began to weep.
"Tsk, tsk. You two should indeed have a good cry. This will be your last conversation," Ye Lan noted.
"Aaaaaah!" Both men cried out in anguish.
After a moment, Ye Lan clapped his hands. Ah Yin appeared by his side and immediately threw herself into his embrace. "Master! Yin'er missed you so much!"
"Yin'er, I missed your massages as well," Ye Lan replied.
A pair of delicate hands immediately moved to Ye Lan's shoulders, kneading them with care. Seeing Ah Yin serving him so submissively caused Tang Hao and Tang San to break down once more.
"Mother!!!"
"Ah Yin!!!"
After a long while, Ye Lan smiled. "You've done well. Ah Yin, this is for you."
"Master, what is it?"
"This? The Blue Silver Godhood. A First-Class God position," Ye Lan explained.
"Thank you, Master!" Ah Yin's eyes flashed with shock and joy. She never expected her master to be so generous. She hugged Ye Lan and kissed him fervently before whispering shyly, "Master... Yin'er wants you..."
"Ah Yin!!! Why are you doing this to me!!!" Bloody tears streamed from Tang Hao's eyes again. Tang San's soul tensed, flashing back to the images of how Ye Lan had treated Xiao Wu.
Ye Lan smiled. "Ah Yin, we have business to attend to first. Go and kill Tang Hao now."
"As you wish, Master!" Ah Yin reluctantly left Ye Lan's embrace.
She walked step by step toward Tang Hao, who was tied to the pyre.
"Don't! Ah Yin! Please!" Tang Hao looked at her in total despair.
Ah Yin looked at him with nothing but disgust. "I must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to meet a scumbag like you in my past! Thank goodness I could reshape my body this time, or how could I—with a sullied body—ever serve my Master?"
"Ah Yin!!!" Tang Hao's voice was hoarse from screaming, the light in his eyes fading into a void of hopelessness.
Ah Yin picked up a torch from a bronze vessel in front of the pyre. The dancing flames reflected in Tang Hao's dying gaze. The torch traced an arc through the air, landing on the oil-soaked wood.
In an instant, the pyre erupted into a massive blaze, swallowing Tang Hao completely. The air filled with the sound of crackling wood and the stench of burning. Tang Hao died at the hands of his beloved, amidst agony and utter despair.
Watching Tang Hao die, the tension that had gripped Ye Lan's heart finally loosened. His parents' great debt of blood was finally settled! He had fulfilled his promise to Uncle Tao—to make Tang Hao die in the most desperate way possible.
Tang Hao's sect was destroyed. His "white moonlight," Tang Yuehua, had been executed. His wife from his previous life was now Ye Lan's maid. And his final hope, Tang San? Just as Tang San became a twin God-King and dreamed of reviving the Clear Sky School and taking revenge, he was cast from the heavens into the depths of purgatory.
This was the "Most Desperate Ending" Ye Lan had written for Tang Hao: To lose everything, gain everything, lose it all again, and finally die at the hands of the one he loved.
Tang San watched his father die with a heart-wrenching scream, but he didn't have long to mourn. The combined agony of the Divine Fire and the humiliation of his circumstances overwhelmed his mind. His only remaining thought was the hope that the Space-Time Turbulence would destroy the God Realm.
Ye Lan closed his eyes, enjoying a moment of peace. Ah Yin hugged him from behind for a moment before leaving him to his thoughts. Just as Ye Lan decided it was time to save Gu Yuena and resurrect his parents, the nine-colored sky suddenly tore open.
Bloody, purple, and golden lights expanded the rift.
Sensing the commotion, Tang San laughed maniacally. "Hahaha! Ye Lan! The end of the Douluo God Realm is here! Asura and the others have broken through! The aura of this realm is exposed! The Space-Time Turbulence will come, and the Will of the Universe will notice you! Everything you love will die! Hahaha!"
Ye Lan looked at Tang San as if he were an idiot. He turned his gaze toward the three figures in the sky, along with an orange-gold figure and a purple one.
The ones attacking were indeed Asura, Rakshasa, and the Sea God, whom Tang San had contacted earlier. But standing against them were the Sun Goddess Qian Renxue and the Evil Goddess Bibi Dong. They had already absorbed their Godhoods and ascended to Quasi-God-King status.
Though Ye Lan could easily slaughter these intruders himself with his "Universe" Blue Silver Grass and his fifteen pieces of Creation-attribute God Equipment, he saw no reason to interfere. Both Rakshasa and the Sea God had personal grudges with Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue. It was only right that they settled them personally.
At the spatial wormhole:
"Boss! we're going to be rich!" the Sea God, Poseidon, exclaimed, breathing in the dense energy. "The Immortal Spirit Qi here is so thick! We might become Quasi-God-Kings on the level of the Dragon God! We might even do what he couldn't and evolve Douluo Planet into a God Star!"
"Asura! This is perfect!" the Rakshasa Goddess added gleefully. "Once we control Douluo, our children's talent will surpass the Dragon God's!"
Asura, naturally cautious, murmured, "How is this possible? Why has Douluo Planet swallowed the Abyss Plane? Even so, there shouldn't be this much energy."
Poseidon looked around, puzzled. "Strange. Where's that brat Tang San? Don't tell me he ascended to that dark, ruined God Realm the moment he became a god?"
"Forget it," Asura said, greed finally winning over logic. "Let's patch the holes in this realm first. This is the greatest opportunity of our lives."
Suddenly, two figures appeared before the three gods.
Poseidon's pupils shrank. He stared blankly at the orange-gold figure. "Angel... Goddess Angel?! Why are you here?!"
On the other side, Rakshasa was equally shocked to see Bibi Dong. She couldn't sense Bibi Dong's aura at all, but her arrogance remained. "Well, if it isn't Dong'er. How are you enjoying my Rakshasa Godhood?"
(End of Chapter)