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...After a long time, the heavy iron gate was pulled open again.
Tang Yuehua slowly walked out from the depths of the gloomy cell, followed by a figure so thin it seemed as if a gust of wind could knock her over.
That was Bai Chenxiang.
The once high-spirited and proud Young Lord of the Speed Clan, like a little Phoenix, was now like a puppet that had lost its Soul.
She kept her head down, and in those once agile large eyes, only a deathly gray numbness and emptiness remained.
Long-term imprisonment and mental torture had long since worn away all her sharp edges.
Tang Yuehua held her hand tightly, as if holding a fragile porcelain doll, her eyes full of heartache.
Xuan Ming's gaze swept over Bai Chenxiang, not lingering for too long, nor did he speak.
He and the people of the Clear Sky Sect indeed had nothing to say to each other.
If it weren't for Tang Yuehua, this group from the once-called "Number One Sect" would have likely rotted away in this dark underground long ago, with not even their names remembered by the world.
As for terms like pity or innocence, they had long since ceased to have anything to do with him.
"Let's go."
Xuan Ming turned around and took the lead in walking out.
It wasn't until they walked out of that oppressive stone forest and stood once again under the warm sunlight of Spirit City that Xuan Ming stopped his pace.
He turned around, looking at Bai Chenxiang, who was still somewhat cowering and dared not look up, and spoke indifferently:
"Do you want to lead your clansmen to survive?"
Bai Chenxiang's body trembled violently.
"Not lingering on the brink of death like you are now, but living with dignity, like a person," Xuan Ming added.
Bai Chenxiang looked up somewhat fearfully, glanced at Xuan Ming, then quickly lowered her head again, her lips murmuring but not daring to make a sound.
She knew who the man in front of her was.
He was the god of the Spirit Empire, the source of the Divine Punishment that destroyed the world back then, and the culprit who caused the Clear Sky Sect to fall to this state.
But similarly, he was also the only existence who could decide their Life and death now.
Tang Yuehua gently patted Bai Chenxiang's back and said softly, "Xiangxiang, don't be afraid. This is the opportunity Xuan Ming is giving you, and the only opportunity for the Clear Sky Sect. Your aunt can do only so much; you must walk the rest of the path yourself."
She had shamelessly begged Xuan Ming for this opportunity.
She knew Xuan Ming didn't care about the Clear Sky Sect, nor did he care about the lives of these people.
Although she felt for her clansmen, she also knew her place.
Because of her, Xuan Ming had shown mercy to the Clear Sky Sect, which was already giving her immense Face; she couldn't push her luck and ask for more.
After all, she should primarily stand by Xuan Ming's side, not be the protective umbrella for the Clear Sky Sect.
However, Bai Chenxiang was different.
Xuan Ming did not dislike this child who was innocently caught up in everything, and could even be said to have a hint of pity for her.
If Bai Chenxiang were to take on this responsibility and serve as the hope for the Clear Sky Sect's Rebirth, it would be most appropriate.
Bai Chenxiang looked at Tang Yuehua's encouraging eyes and then at the high-and-mighty deity, and the numbness in her eyes finally showed a crack.
She took a deep breath, and though her voice was weak, it carried a sense of determination:
"I... I am willing."
"Very well."
Xuan Ming nodded, wasting no words.
He raised his hand and pointed a finger at the center of Bai Chenxiang's forehead.
"Boom!"
A vast, boundless, and extremely pure divine force, like a river breaking through a dam, instantly poured into Bai Chenxiang's frail body.
Standing to the side, Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened suddenly, showing an expression of disbelief.
In his perception, Bai Chenxiang's aura, which had originally plummeted to the bottom due to long-term imprisonment, actually began to skyrocket madly at this moment!
Spirit Emperor... Spirit Saint... Spirit Douluo... Bottleneck? Nonexistent.
Shackles? Merely a facade.
That power washed through every one of Bai Chenxiang's Meridians dominantly and arrogantly, reshaping her Spirit and forcibly raising her Life level to a Realm unimaginable by a Mortal.
Titled Douluo!
Level ninety-five... level ninety-eight... level ninety-nine!
Finally, that Divine Barrier that had isolated countless brilliant and talented individuals was like a thin piece of paper before this power, easily pierced through.
Level one hundred!
God!
Although she was only a God Officer without a God Position, at this moment, Bai Chenxiang had truly moved beyond the scope of a Mortal and stepped into the Domain of a god.
"Is this... is this the power of a god?" Ning Fengzhi murmured to himself, waves of shock surging in his heart.
He had struggled his whole Life, even calculated his whole Life, just to take the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School one step further.
But now, with just a casual point of a finger, Xuan Ming had created a god!
This kind of method was simply inconceivable.
Xuan Ming withdrew his hand and looked at Bai Chenxiang, who was enveloped in golden light and looked dazed, saying indifferently:
"I didn't give you a God Position; right now, you are just a God Officer."
"However, I borrowed a bit of power from the Angel God for you."
As he spoke, Xuan Ming flicked his finger, and a wisp of pure and holy golden radiance merged into Bai Chenxiang's body.
That was Qian Renxue's Angel Divine Power.
"From now on, you are the Apostle of the Angel God, a God Officer of the Angel God."
"What I want you to do is use this power to integrate the remaining people of the Clear Sky Sect and all those messy factions."
"The future Douluo Federation needs all kinds of power. Since the Clear Sky Sect doesn't want to die, then become a useful blade for me."
Bai Chenxiang blankly felt the power within her body that was as surging as the sea, her mind a complete blank.
One moment, she was an ant in a death cell; the next moment, she had become a high-and-mighty God Officer?
This massive gap made it impossible for her to react for a while.
Xuan Ming did not hurry her, just quietly waiting for her to digest everything.
A moment later, his gaze turned to Ning Fengzhi, who was still in shock.
"Speaker Ning."
"Ah? Your subordinate is here!" Ning Fengzhi snapped back to his senses and hurriedly bowed.
Xuan Ming looked him up and down and thoughtfully rubbed his chin.
"As the Speaker of the future Douluo Federation, you will also have to manage the affairs of the entire continent; your current strength is indeed a bit insufficient."
Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly. Although he was at the Peak of support system Spirit Masters, in this era where Divinities appeared frequently, he indeed felt somewhat inadequate.
"Forget it, it's just a small matter."
Xuan Ming raised his hand again and likewise pointed a finger.
"Boom!"
This time, it was an even gentler yet equally vast power.
Ning Fengzhi only felt as if he were soaked in a warm ocean, and the Spirit Bottleneck that had troubled him for many years instantly dissolved.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda automatically emerged in the light, its layers continuously rising, finally settling at nine layers and emitting a dazzling divine light.
Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!
Moreover, it wasn't just his Spirit evolving; his spirit power also soared like a rocket, directly crossing the threshold of a Titled Douluo and likewise stepping into the Realm of a God Officer!
Furthermore, Xuan Ming followed the same pattern and bestowed another portion of Angel Divine Power upon him.
"This..."
Ning Fengzhi felt that holy and powerful force within his body, trembling all over with excitement, and was about to kneel down to give thanks.
"Alright, don't kneel." Xuan Ming waved his hand, "Given our relationship, you don't need to do that. Giving you power is so you can do your job better."
"I know that moving directly from an Empire to a Federation is a huge step, and the resistance will be great. Whether it's the interests of the old nobility or the mindset of the survivors of the Two Great Empires, it's not something that can be changed overnight."
"However, if there is absolute military force to back it up and supervise, many things will become simple."
Xuan Ming looked at Ning Fengzhi and Bai Chenxiang.
"As for Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and the others... in a while, I'll go ask Bibi Dong if she's willing to share a portion of the Asura God Power."
"Having a few God Officers of the Asura God as law enforcers, I think those disobedient people will become much more honest."
"One hundred years."
Xuan Ming held up one finger.
"I'll give you one hundred years. In one hundred years, I want to see a truly unified and prosperous Douluo Federation that has eliminated all barriers."
"Can you do it?"
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, the shock in his eyes having turned into a steady light.
He knew this was a test Xuan Ming was giving him, and also an opportunity for the entire Douluo Continent.
"Your subordinate... will surely not fail the mission!"
...After settling the trivial matters of the Douluo Continent, Xuan Ming did not stay for long.
To the current him, everything in the Mortal world was too small, so small that even those once earth-shattering grudges and affections were now just dust in the blink of an eye.
He tore through space, and with one step, he had already returned to the God Realm.
Nine-Colored Divine Light swirled, and the Core of the God Realm trembled slightly because of his return, as if cheering for the return of its master.
However, before Xuan Ming could even catch his breath, a familiar figure appeared before him hurriedly, accompanied by a waft of fragrance.
It was Bibi Dong.
Now, she was clad in the Asura God Armor, with dark red divine force flowing around her body, adding a few hints of sharpness and slaughter to her already noble and cold temperament.
Only at this moment, in the gaze she directed at Xuan Ming, there was a bit less of her former majesty and a bit more of an indescribable urgency.