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...Xuan Ming finished listening and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Could you not have just told me after doing something like this?"
"And those seven Sacred Pillar Guardians under you—you can also promote them along with you. Distribute the Sea God Power and let them serve as the Sea God's Priests. In the future, they will guard Sea God Island for you and manage the affairs of Douluo Star."
"In any case, Divine Rank powerhouses won't be a rarity on the future Douluo Star for long."
Bo Saixi's expression became a bit strange upon hearing this. "Is it really appropriate to do it this way?"
"The current Douluo Star is nominally a subordinate plane of the God Realm, but in reality, the God Realm's control over it is not yet stable."
"This time we are going down not only to forcibly integrate faith but also to change the political landscape. If we rashly promote so many Divine Rank powerhouses at this critical juncture... what if they develop ulterior motives or are used by those with intentions to rebel or cause unrest below?"
"After all, the destructive power of the Divine Rank is too great. For current Mortals, a single Priest going mad is enough to destroy half a continent."
Once power loses its restraint, ambition will breed.
Although the Seven Sacred Pillars and Xiao Bai were all very loyal, who could say for sure about the future? Moreover, if this precedent was set, would everyone be able to become a god in the future? Wouldn't the order of the Mortal World be in total chaos then?
Listening to Bo Saixi's analysis, Xuan Ming suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He turned around and looked at Bo Saixi, a hint of doubt flashing in those deep eyes.
"Unrest?"
"You mean... they would rebel?"
"Rebel against whom? Against me?"
Bo Saixi was stunned.
She looked at the man before her, who was clearly smiling yet exuded a suffocating sense of pressure, and suddenly realized how foolish her question just now had been.
Indeed.
Rebellion?
In front of this man, who would dare? Who could?
Xuan Ming's Godhead was 'Negation and Reconstruction,' a supreme power that stood above all rules.
He not only possessed the destructive power to crush a God King but also held the creative authority of a Creator God.
Never mind a few newly promoted Priests; even with the current God Realm, excluding a tiny handful of God Kings, Xuan Ming could destroy the other Divinities—even the entire God Realm combined—with his power alone!
...Light and shadow shifted, and space overlapped.
When Xuan Ming brought Qian Renxue and Bo Saixi to step onto the soil of Douluo Star once more, it no longer looked as it had a day ago.
A day in the God Realm is a year in the Mortal World.
For Xuan Ming, this was merely a rest in a gentle land and a farce in a casino. But for the billions of living beings on Douluo Continent, it had been a World-shaking, soul-stirring entire year.
Spirit City should now be called the 'Federation Core Capital City.'
Ning Fengzhi had already led a group of high-ranking officials to wait respectfully on the plaza in front of the newly built Federation Parliament Building.
When they saw those three figures representing Supremacy, Light, and the Ocean descending from the sky, the string that had been pulled tight in everyone's hearts for a year finally reached its limit at this moment.
"Welcome, Your Majesty! Welcome, Angel God! Welcome, Sea God!"
The sound of kneeling and bowing, like a mountain tsunami, echoed through the clouds. It contained not just awe, but even more so, the relief of having survived a disaster.
This year had been too difficult.
Ever since Xuan Ming handed down the Divine Decree a year ago, requiring the Spirit Empire to restructure and unite with the Sun Moon Empire across the ocean to establish the Douluo Federation, the entire World felt as if it were being pushed forward frantically by an invisible giant hand.
As the executor personally appointed by Xuan Ming, Ning Fengzhi displayed the shrewdness and smoothness of the old Sect Master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, and even more so, the absolute dominance of a Priest.
He contacted the Sun Moon Empire immediately.
Originally, the merging of two continents would inevitably be accompanied by long negotiations, the tug-of-war of interests, and even localized trial-of-strength wars.
However, once the phrase "This is Xuan Ming's Divine Decree" was delivered, the Sun Moon Empire's imperial family and high-ranking officials held an emergency meeting overnight.
The content of the meeting was only one thing—how to kneel with the fastest speed and most graceful posture to satisfy that Death God.
Resistance? Negotiation?
What a joke!
That lord could wipe out millions of troops with a wave of his hand and kill a super Douluo as easily as crushing a bug. Negotiate with him? Was one tired of living?
Thus, with the almost fawning cooperation of the Sun Moon Empire, the originally complex trans-continental political integration actually completed its framework within just a few months.
As for the old powers of Douluo Continent—the various Sects, noble families, provincial governors... they were indeed the vested interest groups. In the past, if they were asked to hand over their power to implement some 'Industrial Councilor System' and stand on equal footing with commoners, they would definitely have feigned compliance while secretly creating obstacles.
But this time, it was surprisingly smooth.
So smooth that even Ning Fengzhi found it somewhat amusing.
In the Early Stage of the restructuring, while vigorously promoting the new policies, Ning Fengzhi merely leaked a single sentence: "This is that person's intention. Furthermore, that person does not like nonsense, and likes negotiation even less."
Just this one sentence made those nobles, who had originally wanted to bargain, instantly become more submissive than sheep.
They were very clear about Xuan Ming's style of doing things.
Those who follow prosper, those who resist perish.
In his dictionary, there was no word for 'compromise.' You either accepted it in its entirety or waited for your entire clan to be erased. Moreover, there was only one chance.
No one dared to bet on whether Xuan Ming would be soft-hearted.
Because history had already proven with countless blood that he would not.
Therefore, during this year, everyone was 'cooperating' frantically.
The 'Industry Representative System' envisioned by Xuan Ming was quickly implemented. The Blacksmith Association, Physician Guild, Merchant Guild, Spirit Master Alliance... representatives from various industries were elected to enter the Federation Parliament and gained a voice.
And those old nobles and Sects, although they lost absolute rule over their territories, received some 'Privileged Seats' as compensation.
If this were the past, they would certainly have jumped up and cursed: "Just this little bit of benefit? Are you treating us like beggars?"
But now, they held onto these 'Privileged Seats,' each one deeply grateful, some even weeping with joy.
Because in their view, these interests were not important at all.
What mattered was—they survived!
They weren't liquidated! They weren't casually erased by that Death God!
Under this absolute suppression of violence, human greed was firmly crushed underfoot by the instinct for survival.
Everyone understood one truth: only by surviving would they have the right to talk about the future.
If they angered that 'Heaven' for some petty profit, it would be a true catastrophic disaster.
"Well done."
Xuan Ming's gaze swept over the group of trembling power players, finally landing on Ning Fengzhi, and he nodded slightly.
"It seems you all cherish this opportunity."
Hearing this casual praise, many of the old nobles present actually felt their legs go weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.
That wasn't praise; that was a pardon from the Death God!
"Ning Fengzhi," Xuan Ming spoke.
"Your subordinate is here." Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, his manner respectful yet composed. Now possessing the body of a Priest, his temperament was increasingly transcendent.
"Since the framework is set, let us begin the final step."
Xuan Ming looked up at the sky, then pointed to Qian Renxue and Bo Saixi beside him.
"Proclaim it to the World."
"From this day forth, the Douluo Federation is established."
"In this World, there shall be no other gods. There is only—Heaven."
"The Angel God shall govern the land and light, patrolling on behalf of Heaven; the Sea God shall govern the oceans and storms, protecting all living beings."
"All laws, all order, are the will of Heaven."
"Those who violate the Federation's laws are defying Heaven."
Xuan Ming's voice was not loud, but with the enhancement of divine force, it instantly spread to every corner of Douluo Star. Whether it was the ice plains of the far north, the deep seabed, or the bustling capital, all living beings heard this unquestionable Divine Decree at this moment.
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, turned to face everyone, and shouted loudly:
"We respectfully obey the mandate of Heaven!"
Following his shout, tens of thousands in the plaza knelt in unison, followed by the entire Spirit City, then the entire Douluo Continent, the entire Sun Moon Continent... At that moment, countless strands of Power Of Faith converged like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
Xuan Ming stood atop the high platform, sensing this majestic mental power. He did not need these forces to increase his cultivation, but he needed them to anchor the rules of this World.
He glanced at Qian Renxue and Bo Saixi beside him.
Qian Renxue curled her lip, seemingly somewhat disdainful of this 'playing god' scene, but her body honestly released ten thousand zhang of golden light. The holy phantom of the Seraphim blotted out the sun, allowing all creatures on land to feel that warmth and majesty.
Bo Saixi smiled slightly and tapped her scepter. Upon the great sea, the wind and waves instantly calmed, and billions of sea Spirit Beasts cried out in unison. Blue divine light and golden Holy Light converged in the sky, ultimately guarding the central, unviewable will that represented 'Heaven.'
On this day, the Douluo Federation was officially established.
On this day, Mortals finally understood one truth:
Interests can be fought for, and power can change hands.
But that 'Heaven' above one's head can never be defied.