Whether it's the ferocious beast lurking deep in the Star Dou Great Forest for 100,000 years, or the peerless powerhouse remaining on Seagod Island.
Or ordinary civilians in the most remote villages of the three great empires all felt a tremor and submission that came from the deepest part of their souls and from their most instinctive instincts at this moment.
At the very top of the Golden List, the first place, which had been shrouded in mystery and obscured since its inception, finally began to slowly shed its disguise under the watchful eyes of the masses.
All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was rushing back in that direction, causing the wind and clouds to change color.
The once bright morning sky instantly darkened, and the brilliance of the sun, moon, and stars was forcibly suppressed at this moment. Only the golden list hanging in the sky became the only source of light in this world.
Then, two ancient and vast characters, carrying an unparalleled aura that suppressed all heavens and ruled over all paths, were engraved at the top of the list, each stroke heavy as a thousand pounds.
Thousand feathers.
The moment those two words appeared, the entire world fell into absolute silence.
That was not a simple condensation of light and shadow, but a majestic power that transcended all laws of heaven and earth, forcibly imprinting this name at the highest point of the world's will.
The handwriting burst forth with dazzling golden light, which transformed into tangible ripples that spread out wave after wave.
People all over the continent knelt on the ground, looked up, and stared blankly at the golden name "Qian Yu" on the screen.
In front of Jialing Pass.
The Spirit Hall's million-strong army, clad in armor and armed with weapons, didn't even have time to utter a single exclamation.
Amidst the booming sounds of armor plates colliding, they all slammed their knees to the ground in unison.
Long spears and heavy swords lay scattered on the ground. Those usually high-ranking Soul Master generals now pressed their foreheads tightly to the cold earth, their bodies trembling violently.
On the opposing side were the remnants of the Heavenly Dou Empire who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance, and the teachers and students of Shrek Academy.
And those proud Title Douluos, too, completely lost their right to stand under this oppressive force.
Their pride, their spiritual defenses, were as fragile as a sheet of paper before the divine power emanating from those two words, and they knelt down in droves.
The names on that light screen are true miracles, beings that transcend everything.
Bibi Dong stood on a watchtower at the highest point of the Jialing Pass city wall, surrounded by elders who were all kneeling on the ground.
Although she was spared the targeted, absolute pressure thanks to Qianyu's previous protection, her legs were still trembling uncontrollably.
She watched from afar as Qian Yu's somewhat casual figure appeared on the plaza below, and the obedient, light blue figure following him beside him.
Bibi Dong's eyes gradually turned red, and warm tears welled up in them.
Then, two clear tears streamed down her noble and beautiful face, dripping onto her magnificent and heavy papal robes.
Her hands, gripping the purple-gold scepter, were clenched tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.
This man truly is the master of the world.
"..."
Bibi Dong confirmed this fact in her mind again and again.
She recalled her scheming throughout her life, the blood, tears, and patience she had shed to become a god, and the frustration and resentment she had felt when facing Tang San.
Unlike Bibi Dong's complex inner emotions, Qian Renxue, standing on the other side of the city wall, was filled with fervor and unrestrained joy.
Qian Renxue proudly puffed out her chest, her angelic divine attire radiating a soft golden halo. Although the six magnificent golden wings on her back were folded, they still created sacred ripples in the air.
She slightly raised her delicate chin, her gaze burning as she stared intently at the two sovereign names that filled her entire field of vision in the sky.
This is her father, one in a million.
Qian Renxue clenched her fists tightly, feeling the blood of that man flowing through her veins. The overwhelming joy of sharing in that man put her in a state of extreme excitement.
She really wanted to shout to the world that the man who made a million-strong army kneel and whose name changed the color of the sky was her, Qian Renxue's, closest relative.
Amidst this solemn scene of absolute submission, a starkly contrasting and tragic picture unfolds in the deep crater outside Jialing Pass, which was blasted into ruins the previous night.
Tang San lay in a pool of blood, vomiting mouthfuls of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.
Each rise and fall of his chest was accompanied by the grinding sound of bones breaking; even the most basic act of breathing felt like an extremely luxurious delusion to him.
Countless blue-gold fragments were scattered around him.
That was his Poseidon armor.
This super artifact, symbolizing the supreme authority of the sea god, said to be able to withstand all attacks in the world, and containing the power of the endless sea, has been completely shattered under the crushing pressure unintentionally released by Qian Yu.
Pieces of armor, stripped of their divine luster, fell into the murky mud and blood, becoming dull and lifeless, like scrap metal in the mortal world.
The once-glorious trident of Poseidon was broken into several pieces, stuck far away in the scorched earth, no longer able to radiate even a trace of Poseidon's power.
Tang San's fingers dug into the hard soil, his nails snapping and breaking off from the force, crimson blood mixed with coarse mud filling the gaps between his once nimble fingers that held hidden weapons.
His body was twisted in a bizarre and extremely incongruous way, with almost no intact bones to be found, and his internal organs were in excruciating pain as if they were being continuously burned by raging fire.
He's like a clown.
The once peerless genius, hailed as the soul of the Shrek Seven Devils, handpicked by the Sea God as the most perfect successor, and blessed with an endless halo of destiny, now lies limp at the bottom of the deep pit in an extremely humiliating and undignified manner, like a lump of mud.
Tang San tried hard to lift his head, wanting to use his blood-covered eyes to see the name that shook the world in the sky.
But to his dismay, he discovered that it felt as if a towering mountain was pressing down on his neck. Qian Yu's immense pressure held his head firmly in the mud, preventing him from moving even an inch.
Qianyu strode calmly along the devastated battlefield to the edge of the massive crater.
Haiyue stopped and stood quietly three steps away from the edge of the pit.
She didn't even spare a glance for Tang San at the bottom of the pit. To her, the direction her master's gaze fell upon was the only direction she would pay attention to. The ants on the ground didn't even have the right to make her look at them. To glance at them would be a defilement of her eyes.
Qianyu stood at the edge with her hands behind her back, looking down at the battered figure at the bottom of the pit.
Qianyu's tone was playful:
"Tang San, what about your destiny? What about your luck?"
His voice wasn't loud, nor did it carry any fierce killing intent; it was just the casual tone of an old friend chatting.
But in this absolutely silent battlefield, this light, airy sound was even more piercing than thunder, clearly reaching Tang San's eardrums.
Qianyu looked at Tang San's hand, which was digging into the mud and twitching, and a faint hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.
"Haven't you always touted yourself as the embodiment of justice, someone who would act on behalf of Heaven?"
"Didn't you keep vowing to defeat the Spirit Hall and save your comrades? How come now you're just lying in the mud, barely clinging to life?"
Qian Yu's words were like invisible sharp knives, precisely piercing the proudest part of Tang San's heart.
Tang San gritted his teeth, his mouth full of blood, as extreme resentment and humiliation swelled wildly in his chest.
He wanted to open his mouth, to use his last bit of strength to refute the man who had trampled all his pride underfoot.
But his jawbone was completely shattered, and when he opened his mouth, a large amount of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. He desperately moved his lips, making strange gurgling sounds in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
Tang San was filled with hatred.
He had been plotting for so long, enduring so much suffering and inhuman trials on Seagod Island, and finally managed to climb into the top ten of the Golden List, mastering the power of the Seagod and fragments of the Asura's divine will.
He thought he could rule the world, completely destroy the Spirit Hall, and trample all his enemies under his feet.
But the man in front of her crushed all her hopes and dignity as easily as squashing an insect.
Just as Qianyu was watching Tang San's pathetic state and preparing to end this predictable and boring farce, the celestial phenomena of the entire Douluo Continent suddenly underwent an extremely violent reversal.
The sky, which had been dazzlingly bright under the dark golden light emanating from the list of successful candidates, suddenly turned blood red.
That wasn't the color of an ordinary sunset, but an extremely pure, rich, and intense crimson, like an endless sea of blood from the depths of the deepest hell, which had been poured directly upside down onto the heavens by immense power.
The blood-red light appeared extremely abruptly, instantly pushing the brilliance of the golden list to the edge.
A fierce wind howled across the land, and the temperature in the air plummeted at an alarming rate.
An extremely sharp and tangible killing intent, seemingly capable of severing the laws of heaven and earth, forcibly tore apart the dimensional space of the Douluo Continent like countless sharp, blood-red longswords.
At the very center of the sky, a bottomless, enormous black rift, like a cosmic black hole, was forcibly torn open.
At the edge of the crack, crimson lightning bolts as thick as buckets intertwined and flashed, causing the fragile spatial barriers around it to collapse inch by inch, turning into countless fragments of void.
The murderous aura that descended was so terrifying that countless soldiers with weaker wills among the million-strong army kneeling on the ground bled from all seven orifices and fainted on the spot under the impact of this aura.
Even a powerful expert at the Title Douluo level was forced to cough up blood, his bones groaning under the strain.
Haiyue sensed this hostility, and her clear eyes instantly turned cold.
Without any hesitation, her light blue figure flashed and directly blocked Qianyu's side.
In her fair palm, a pure, moon-white light instantly appeared. Powerful divine soul power surged wildly within her body, ready to unleash a fatal blow to protect the master behind her.
Qianyu calmly raised a hand and gently placed it on Haiyue's shoulder, suppressing her about-to-explode soul power and indicating that she didn't need to be nervous.
Qianyu raised her head, her gaze calm as she stared at the ever-expanding crimson crack in the sky.
Accompanied by a deafening, terrifying roar that seemed to shatter the entire plane, a crimson light descended from the sky.
This crimson beam of light, like a giant pillar of blood piercing the heavens and earth, carried an aura of endless slaughter, destruction, and judgment. It completely ignored all the remaining formations and rules of heaven and earth above Jialing Pass and crashed with perfect precision into the deep pit of the ruins.
The beam of light landed, instantly evaporating the surrounding soil and rocks into nothingness. The blinding blood-red light, like a tangible cage, enveloped Tang San, who looked like a dead dog.
This power doesn't belong to Douluo Continent at all; it comes from the supreme divine might at the very top of the God Realm.
The Asura God has made his move.
As one of the strongest God-Kings in the God Realm, the lofty Asura God transcended the vast spatial barrier and accurately sensed the intense resonance of the Asura God's thought fragment within Tang San's body, thus forcibly intervening beyond the boundary.
The rules of the divine realm were forcibly torn apart in the face of this absolute power.
The crimson beam of light twisted rapidly at the bottom of the pit, and the viscous blood-red light condensed and compressed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few breaths, the pillar of light transformed into a gigantic, blood-red hand that blotted out the sky.
The surface of this giant hand is covered with intricate and ancient Asura divine patterns, each pattern flowing with a terrifying killing intent to destroy all living beings.
The giant hand spread its five fingers and grabbed Tang San, who was slumped in the mud and blood, tightly in its palm.
Thick fingers, like pillars of blood reaching the sky, firmly protected Tang San's battered body.
The void rift in the sky, like a black hole, was frantically devouring the surrounding light, and crimson lightning raged and struck down at the edge of the rift.
The giant, blood-red hand gripping Tang San suddenly exerted its strength, rising from the ground with an overwhelming sense of oppression, heading straight for the black hole rift in the sky, attempting to forcibly drag Tang San into the void and bring him back to the God Realm.
Haiyue stood quietly three steps behind Qianyu.
Upon witnessing this sudden turn of events, her clear, watery eyes instantly turned extremely cold.
The Empress's majesty erupted at this moment.
Haiyue quickly formed hand seals in front of her chest, and a dazzling moon-white light rose from her palms.
"Want to save someone? Did you even ask me?"
Haiyue's voice was clear yet carried a chilling edge, resounding throughout the entire Jialing Pass.
The Crystal Illusion unfolded instantly.
The originally crimson and oppressive space was forcibly stripped away to reveal a clear, aquamarine world.
Countless thick, azure chains pierced through the void, each chain resembling ancient ice forged over millennia, shimmering with a dazzling, glassy luster.
The azure chains, accompanied by a piercing whooshing sound, shot into the sky like a nimble giant python, precisely wrapping around the rising crimson giant hand.
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