"Anyway, I won't harm you. Just do as I say."
"At worst, once you become a god in the future, go find some weaker deity, beat them up, and force them to hand over their god position to this old man."
"If not for the Divine Realm sealing the ascension channels, that old man would've become a god already."
"Without connections up there, things get troublesome."
Zhuge Lan's words sparked collective curiosity.
"Zhuge, from the way you're speaking, does that mean the number of deities in this world is limited?" Electrolux asked. Both Tianmeng Iceworm and Huo Yuhao turned their eyes toward him.
"Mm."
Zhuge Lan explained—
"The Douluo Divine Realm is limited in size, and the number of gods it can sustain is also limited."
"Back when the Dragon God fell, there were still vacant positions. At that time, through accumulating faith, one could create a new god position."
"But now the seats are full. For a new god to ascend, an existing god has to willingly give up their position. Otherwise, people like Mu En can only die of old age, never breaking through Rank 100 to become a god."
"Oh, and soul beasts can't become gods. That's what the hundred-thousand-year tribulation is for—to wipe you out. Even if you live to a million years, it's useless, because the Divine Realm no longer allows any beast gods."
"More accurately, the human gods forbid the birth of any new beast gods."
"The reason soul masters require soul rings to advance is also a rule established after the Dragon God's fall. On one hand, it sped up human cultivation. On the other hand, it stunted the development of soul beasts."
Huo Yuhao was suddenly enlightened.
Electrolux grew thoughtful.
Tianmeng Iceworm fumed.
"No wonder after eating past a million years, my strength stopped growing, and my lifespan began burning away instead!"
"So those bastards up there never intended to let us live!"
"What's this about the Dragon God's fall, anyway?"
Zhuge Lan yawned, looking bored.
"If you want to know what happens next, you'll have to wait until next time."
"Don't you dare!" Tianmeng Iceworm coiled around him skillfully. "Hurry up! Tell me how the Dragon God, the ruler of all soul beasts, fell!"
But Zhuge Lan said nothing more. His eyes shut as though he'd fallen asleep.
"Quit pretending! You haven't slept once in these three months!"
"Wake up and talk, damn it! Bastard!!!"
No matter how Tianmeng Iceworm raged, Zhuge Lan didn't stir. And he couldn't beat him either.
That only made him angrier!
Electrolux and Yuhao exchanged looks—they both knew Zhuge Lan was deliberately teasing Tianmeng.
Clearly, they weren't going to hear the rest today.
Electrolux sank back into his meditative state.
Huo Yuhao returned to his body and finished a full set of Taichi.
But just watching the movements without knowing the inner principles, even Mu En couldn't glean much from it.
Still, it was a fact that Yan Shaozhe was on the verge of breaking through Rank 95 thanks to the insights of Taichi's intent.
It seemed the real key lay in the heart formulas.
But…
To learn them, one had to join the Holy Flame Sect. And given Mu En's status, he had to tread very carefully.
He decided to wait.
"You've done well. This battle art pairs nicely with your Sovereign's Domination."
One sentence made Yuhao's eyes light up.
Sovereign's Domination was similar to the power of Haodong—it was an "all-purpose" energy.
It could be released directly, overwhelming everything with brute force.
Or it could be infused into any technique, greatly amplifying its power.
Taichi emphasized balancing hardness and softness.
When explosiveness was required, adding Sovereign's Domination on top… Huo Yuhao could only imagine the look on his opponent's face when their attacks were effortlessly deflected and countered!
"Thank you for the guidance, Teacher. I'll give it a try!"
"No rush." Mu En pointed toward the dorms. "The Clear Sky Sect has stirred up quite a storm this time. They probably brought you back something good. Go take a look."
Huo Yuhao rubbed his nose.
"Apologies, Teacher, but that spirit bone was better suited for Wang Dong, so I…"
"It's fine," Mu En waved dismissively. "Since it was given to you, it's your right to decide. The result turned out well, didn't it?"
Relieved, Huo Yuhao bowed and took his leave, returning to the dorm.
This time, he had the sense to knock first.
"Finally remembered to come back?" Wang Dong grumbled. "Come in."
He really sounded like a wife waiting at home for her husband…
Huo Yuhao, oblivious, pushed open the door and was nearly blinded by the sight.
Wang Dong had released his martial soul, the Light Goddess Butterfly, and three dazzling soul rings glowed beneath him.
From Rank 24 to Rank 30 in just one month?
With a 240,000-year torso bone, that would make sense. But—
Wang Dong's soul ring configuration was: Yellow! Purple! Black!!!
First a thousand-year second ring, and now a ten-thousand-year third ring?!
That was outrageous!
But considering the 240,000-year torso bone, which mainly enhanced physique, it wasn't impossible.
Still…
"The soul shock of a ten-thousand-year ring—how did you survive it?" Yuhao asked curiously.
He'd just read about this in his books.
Spirit bones were rare, yes.
But for great sects, collecting a set of roughly matched age wasn't too hard.
Yet most waited until the fifth ring before attempting a ten-thousand-year one.
The soul shock was too dangerous—one slip and your spiritual world would shatter.
"That… my two uncles handled it. I don't really know how," Wang Dong said, shaking his head.
In Huo Yuhao's mind, Zhuge Lan sneered. Liar.
The barrier he'd set on the Sea God's divine sense was gone.
Obviously, forcing a ten-thousand-year ring had broken that safeguard. And then it was instantly crushed, no questions asked.
That was a sliver of divine will—even an Ultimate Douluo couldn't stand against it.
To a mere ten-thousand-year beast soul remnant, it was child's play.
Huo Yuhao quickly accepted it.
Compared to his own million-year first soul ring, it was still lacking.
"So you absorbed the torso bone, which means they must have brought back some resources."
"Hand them over."
Wang Dong grinned smugly.
"This time, my two uncles personally went to the Star Dou Forest and brought back not one, but two spirit bones for you!"
"One is an eighty-thousand-year spiritual head bone with special fusion properties. It can merge with another head bone of the same location, even if it's already been absorbed!"
"Your Emerald Spirit Skull head bone is fifty thousand years old. There's a high chance the two can fuse into a hundred-thousand-year one. The soul bone skill won't change, and you might even gain an extra ability."
Not bad.
But compared to the 240,000-year torso bone, still a bit underwhelming.
So Huo Yuhao stayed silent, waiting.
"And the other one… though it's only three thousand years…"
Wang Dong dragged out the words, but Huo Yuhao's face didn't budge.
Truly calm!
"This one is an External Spirit Bone, from the rare Darkgold Dreadclaw Bear. An absolute treasure!"
"Unfortunately, my uncles promised a certain someone not to let me absorb it. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been your turn."
This time Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up.
Normally, soul beasts had one specialties —either speed, attack, or defense.
But the Darkgold Dreadclaw Bear was an anomaly. It had all three. Its claws could shred the heavens themselves.
And an External Spirit Bone from one? That was beyond rare.
"What kind of absurd luck would it take to drop something like that?"
"Strange," Tianmeng Iceworm muttered.
"Bear Lord is fiercely protective of the Darkgold Dreadclaw lineage. How could anyone kill a three-thousand-year-old cub?"
Zhuge Lan stayed quiet.
Because Wang Dong's two uncles were gods descended from the Divine Realm.
Back then, both of them had sacrificed themselves in front of their own doorstep to Tang San.
After Tang San ascended, they had 'came back from the dead,' directly as a human without ever undergoing the beast-to-human transformation…
Did Di Tian and the others really not see the truth?
No way they'd start a war over something like this.
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