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As Qian Daoliu spoke, a brilliant holy light flared from his chest, resonating with the massive Angelic Statue. At the center of the statue's brow, a swirling vortex of light manifested. Without hesitation, Qian Daoliu flew straight into the forehead of the giant idol, with Ye Lan following close behind.
The vortex vanished, and the world shifted. Ye Lan found himself surrounded by a sea of gold. He was immediately enveloped in an endless warmth, as if drifting through a tunnel made of liquid light and ethereal golden ripples.
Qian Daoliu led the way. After what felt like an eternity, the hazy, illusory sensation faded, and reality returned with sharp clarity.
Ye Lan was astonished to find himself in a vast hall floating in the middle of an infinite night sky. Stars twinkled all around them, yet there were no walls to the structure—only six massive golden pillars supporting a grand ceiling. The floor, the roof, and the pillars were all etched with intricate patterns based on the delicate form of angel feathers.
In the center of the hall stood a three-meter-tall Angelic Statue, identical to the one in the Elder Hall but smaller and colored a dull, lifeless grey. Before the statue, a grey longsword was thrust into the ground, and the six wings of the idol were spread wide, looking hauntingly lifelike.
"Is this the true Angelic Temple?" Ye Lan murmured.
Qian Daoliu knelt before the statue, offering a pious prayer. Just as he drew the Angelic Holy Sword to cut his own wrist for a sacrificial ritual, Ye Lan stopped him.
"Grandpa, there's no need. I can already sense the divine power and the Angelic Laws contained within the statue. I will meditate here to comprehend them."
Ye Lan sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. After a few hours in the real world—though it felt like over a decade within his accelerated consciousness—he opened them again.
"Xiao Lan? You've finished already?" Qian Daoliu asked, bewildered. "It's only been a few hours."
"It's because of my spirit skills. I've spent about ten years in meditation. Comprehending this was much faster than the Laws of Life or Destruction," Ye Lan explained.
Qian Daoliu looked at him with a mix of pride and heartache. To think that in just a few hours of reality, Ye Lan had endured ten years of mental labor. "Xiao Lan, you've worked so hard! Can we condense the Angelic Seat for Douluo Star now?"
"Wait," Ye Lan said, waving a hand. "I see some 'filth' left behind."
"Filth?" Qian Daoliu frowned. "Why would there be filth in the Angelic Temple?"
"Grandpa, it wasn't the Angelic God who intended to harm your clan, but another god entirely," Ye Lan clarified. "The Sea God."
Ye Lan activated Skydream's Divine Sense, boosting his mental power to the level of a Great God-King. Guided by his new understanding of Angelic Laws, he manipulated the statue's divine energy, drawing out impurities that didn't belong. A dark, hidden strand of the Sea God's influence emerged and surged toward the west.
Using his Master of Douluo consciousness, Ye Lan tracked it and chuckled. The Sea God's hidden trap was being pulled toward the Sea God's own Divine Seat.
"Xiao Lan! Is it solved? Can the seat still be inherited?" Qian Daoliu asked anxiously.
"It's fine now. As for this seat... I have a plan. Grandpa, once I have rescued the original Divine Realm, you shall be the one to inherit it. I will personally provide whatever divine power is lacking."
Qian Daoliu was struck dumb. He wasn't just shocked that Ye Lan could cleanse the interference of another god, but that the boy seemed to know the deepest secrets of the inheritance.
"Xiao Lan, do you know that to inherit the Angelic Seat, one must usually—"
"Grandpa, that's in the past. There's no need to speak of things that haven't happened. It's bad luck!" Ye Lan laughed. "I still want you to live to hold your great-grandson one day!"
"Hahaha! Fine! Then you'd better make sure you give me a great-grandson who is born a True God!"
The Douluo Imperial Palace
After leaving the temple, Ye Lan hurried to the capital to find his teacher.
"Xiao Lan!! You're back!" The moment Bibi Dong saw him, she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest and savoring a moment of pure peace. "It's over! You've worked so hard, Xiao Lan."
Ye Lan held her tightly, breathing in her scent. "Yes, it's almost over. Teacher, where is the Rakshasa Temple? Take me there."
Bibi Dong looked up, her eyes playful. "Why go there? Why not come to the inner palace and let me 'dote' on you for a while?"
Feeling the softness of her body against his, a fire ignited in Ye Lan's gut, but he stayed focused. "Teacher, I just came from the Angelic Temple. I've mastered the rules of the Angelic Seat. If I can comprehend the Rakshasa Laws as well, I can forge new Divine Seats for both you and Xue'er right here on Douluo Star."
Bibi Dong froze, her voice trembling. "Xiao Lan... is that true?"
Ye Lan nodded solemnly. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Bibi Dong's heart raced. Suddenly, she buried her face back into his chest. Ye Lan felt his shirt grow wet with tears, and soon, she was sobbing openly.
"Teacher! Teacher, I'm here!" he whispered, gently patting her back.
"Thank you, Xiao Lan! Thank you so much!" she cried. "Do you know? Every day I've spent with you, I've been filled with guilt."
Ye Lan was taken aback. "Teacher, it's my fault. I knew you were Xue'er's—"
Bibi Dong looked up, pressing a finger to his lips. "No, Xiao Lan. You're not wrong. It's me. I was too selfish. I knew Xue'er loved you, yet I still..."
"I love you, too. I'm even more selfish than both of you! Don't say another word," Ye Lan insisted, pulling her into a fierce embrace.
Bibi Dong finally whispered her deepest desire. "My greatest wish... is to use the opportunity of becoming a god to reshape my body. My current body is... too filthy. Xiao Lan, thank you for accepting someone as tainted as me."
Ye Lan finally understood her tears. She wasn't just crying from joy; she was crying because she felt unworthy of him due to her past trauma.
"Teacher, I have never thought you were 'filthy.' What happened was never your fault." He cupped her face and kissed her deeply, a kiss full of possessiveness and tenderness.
"Mmph—" Bibi Dong shivered.
"Teacher, I want you," Ye Lan whispered hungrily.
"No... not yet," she gasped, her face flushing like a sunset. "Wait until I become a god, okay? I want my 'first' time after I've been reborn to be..."
Ye Lan nodded, respecting her wish. "You will become a god, Teacher. Your talent is among the greatest the continent has ever seen."
Forging the Future
Bibi Dong led Ye Lan into the Rakshasa Temple. Compared to the holiness of the Angelic Temple, this place was cold and shadowed, but Ye Lan didn't care. To him, these were just different elemental attributes.
"Xiao Lan, do you think I'm a bad woman? My spirits and my godhood aren't exactly 'holy,'" she teased.
"If you're a bad woman, then there isn't a single good woman left in this world," Ye Lan laughed.
He sat before the Rakshasa Statue. Within a few hours of meditation, he had fully unraveled the complex, multi-layered rules of the Rakshasa Laws. When he opened his eyes, he saw Bibi Dong still watching him, her eyes overflowing with love.
"Teacher, I've done it! I understand the Rakshasa Laws!"
"I knew you could! But Xiao Lan, how will you actually condense the seats? Douluo Star hasn't finished devouring the Abyss yet. It shouldn't have enough energy."
"You're right, but I have a way," Ye Lan explained. "The only thing Douluo Star lacks to become a Divine Realm is Immortal Qi—the high-level life energy that gods use as fuel. Fortunately, I have plenty of that."
Ye Lan's vitality was currently 99 times that of a First-Class God. By activating his Heart of Life, he boosted his vitality to the level of a God-King.
"Xiao Lan, what are you doing? If the price for me becoming a god is your safety, I don't want it!" Bibi Dong grabbed his hands.
"Don't worry, Teacher. If Douluo Star doesn't upgrade, I won't even be able to use my full power anyway."
Ye Lan summoned the Heaven-Sucking Abyssal Halberd. With a steady hand, he drove the weapon into his own chest.
Bibi Dong screamed as a fountain of jade-gold blood erupted from his heart. It was the "Heart-Blood" of a God-King.
Ye Lan smiled at her through the pain, activating Void Thought and Formless Form. He dispersed the erupting blood into a fine mist, spreading it across the entire planet. While the volume looked small compared to the world, he was using his Kunpeng Avatar; the amount of divine life energy he was releasing was greater than the volume of the planet's largest oceans. Every drop was a concentrated burst of God-King level vitality.
(End of Chapter)