Tang San's tone was respectful, yet filled with fear.
In the Divine Realm, the Sea God's gaze was as deep as the ocean abyss, and he offered no response to Tang San's plea.
But this silence was not forgiveness.
Though the Sea God's heart was vast as the sea, a successor who openly blasphemed a deity had committed an unforgivable crime.
"Tang San."
"Lord Sea God!"
"Open your Sea of Consciousness. I will borrow your body to clash once with this Li Zhexian."
These words were not a negotiation, but an unquestionable divine decree.
Joy first flashed across Tang San's face.
Then a trace of doubt flickered in his eyes.
A god borrowing a mortal body?
How could a flesh-and-blood vessel bear divine power without paying a price?
After all, not everyone in the world was Li Zhexian.
"Lord Sea Go—ghh…!"
Before he could finish speaking,
a vast will crashed into his consciousness like a raging tide.
Tang San's eyes bulged.
In that instant, blood burst from his seven orifices.
His body cracked like porcelain, as if it would shatter at any moment.
His near-shattered form was forcibly stitched together by blue-gold divine power, barely maintaining a human shape.
"Sea God… you…"
Tang San forced out a hoarse, agonized roar, hatred and terror bursting from his unfocused pupils.
The Sea God remained indifferent.
A mortal ant, favored by divine grace yet ungrateful—and even daring to slander a god—
such a sin could not be redeemed even by ten thousand deaths.
Boom!
Boom!
Centered on "Tang San,"
the oceans of the entire Douluo World—no matter how distant—trembled in submission at this very moment.
"He" slowly raised his head,
gazing at the white-robed youth suspended in the void.
The human eyes that once belonged to Tang San were gone.
In their place spun two bottomless blue-gold vortices, containing the ancient will and supreme authority of the boundless seas.
There was no longer any fluctuation of Spirit Power around him.
Only a purer, higher power of laws.
The ocean boiled.
With "Tang San" at the core—
Hundreds of millions of tons of seawater surged, coiling and spiraling into a colossal waterspout that linked sea and sky.
All sea spirit beasts—regardless of cultivation or location—
instinctively bowed their heads toward him,
letting out deep, reverent whimpers.
Even the Deep Sea Demon Whale King now trembled as it lay prostrate beneath the waves.
At this moment,
all beings of the sea knew—
the true Sea God had descended.
...
The arcs of lightning flickering around Li Zhexian quietly vanished.
He brushed away the faint sparks dancing on his clothes and felt the surging power within him—
Level 95.
He had officially stepped into the ranks of Super Titled Douluo.
His vast Spirit Power was now several times stronger than before.
Li Zhexian lifted his gaze,
looking at the "Tang San" shrouded in divine pressure, intricate sword marks flowing through his eyes.
His gaze pierced through the mortal shell,
reaching straight toward the ancient will that ruled the seas behind it.
Divine might pressed down like the collapsing heavens.
Before such power, Li Zhexian was as insignificant as a grain of sand in the ocean.
And yet—
for the first time since entering the sea,
a genuine spark of interest ignited on his face.
The Qinglian Sword at his waist hummed excitedly within its sheath.
"A god has descended?"
Li Zhexian curled his lips into a smile.
"Who says mortals dare not raise their swords against gods?"
...
"A god… has truly descended!"
Qian Daoliu's expression grew more solemn than ever before.
Under this overwhelming divine pressure,
even he—a Limit Douluo—
trembled like an ant.
The radiant light of his holy Spirit Power was suppressed, forced back into his body.
Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, and the others clenched their jaws tightly, cold sweat pouring down their faces.
A god had descended!
A legendary god had truly manifested in the mortal world!
This was the most primal reverence, etched deep into the bloodlines of mortals!
Between humans and gods…
there lay an unbridgeable chasm in the hierarchy of life itself!
Even though they had absolute confidence in Li Zhexian, an uncontrollable wave of anxiety still surged from the depths of their hearts.
Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the other girls had faces drained of color. Unconsciously, they clenched the corners of their clothes, scarcely daring to breathe.
...
Divine Realm Plaza
Ji Dong glanced at the Sea God, whose eyes were closed and expression solemn, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
This Sea God had once claimed disdain for fighting mortals—yet now, when facing that white-robed youth, he had fully mobilized the might of a deity.
The Asura God stared at the boy confronting divine might within the light screen and suddenly spoke:
"Evil, in your view—which is stronger?"
Ji Dong raised an eyebrow slightly.
For Asura to ask this question meant that, in his heart, Li Zhexian already stood on the same level as the Sea God.
"Li Zhexian," Ji Dong replied after a few moments of contemplation.
The Asura God nodded.
"Since Li Zhexian bears the karmic burden of Spirit Beasts, he must possess power equal to it."
"Otherwise…"
"Even if he one day ascends to the Divine Realm, his path will be beset with thorns."
"Only sufficiently overwhelming strength can force the gods into silence."
Ji Dong's expression grew heavy.
The karmic ties of Spirit Beasts ran too deep—entangling that supreme Dragon God and touching upon the very rules of the Divine Realm.
Even as a God King, he felt powerless.
"Li Zhexian…"
"If you truly intend to carve out a path of survival for Spirit Beasts…"
"Then even becoming a God King will be far from enough."
...
"Li Zhexian."
A majestic and indifferent divine voice echoed across every corner of the sea.
"Take this move."
"I shall permit your close friend to ascend Sea God Island and inherit my god position."
As the words fell,
"Tang San" slowly raised the Golden Trident.
The seemingly sluggish motion pulled upon the pulse of the entire ocean. The surging waves stretching for tens of thousands of miles resonated in unison with the trajectory of the trident's tip.
"The Thirteenth Form of the Golden Thirteen Tridents—"
The trident merged with his arm.
In that instant, the boundary between man and weapon vanished.
"Body and Spear Fusion, the Big Dipper."
At the moment the divine decree resounded,
all visible seawater was drained of its energy.
Daylight faded, night descended, and the stars were forcibly revealed, their trajectories laid bare.
Dragging brilliant starlight behind them, the stars pulsed in rhythm with the trident's movement, unleashing boundless and inexhaustible might.
The power contained in this strike
had already surpassed the realm of ordinary divine techniques.
It had unmistakably reached God King–level.
Yet the mortal body serving as its vessel could not withstand such colossal force.
"Pff—"
At the instant the divine power was unleashed,
Tang San's physical body disintegrated inch by inch—from fingertips to hair.
Flesh, bones, and meridians were all reduced to dust.
But this was far from the end.
At the very moment his body was annihilated,
blue-gold divine power forcibly reassembled every fragment of flesh.
Then—
the destructive aftershock descended once more, grinding the body back into ashes.
Shatter, reform, shatter again…
Tang San was forced into an endless cycle of destruction and reconstruction.
"Hh… hhgh… aaaaaaah—!"
From his shattered throat, no scream could emerge.
Only the most primal howl of a soul being crushed echoed across the sea.
Under the boundless divine might, Li Zhexian stepped forward.
Buzz—
Buzz—
Nine Spirit Rings rose one after another.
Each one exceeded the hundred-thousand-year limit, yet the terrifying aura they released was still insignificant before divine might.
Li Zhexian placed his hand upon the sword hilt.
His fourth Spirit Ring erupted with sky-piercing crimson light.
"Fourth Spirit Ability—"
"Calamity Rebirth."
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