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Douluo God Realm, Sea God Island.
Tang San stared blankly at the spot where Ye Lan had vanished. Around him, the countless Sea God believers and Tang Hao were equally bewildered.
Tang Hao stammered, "Little San! Didn't you lock down the space?! What happened?! How did Ye Lan just... disappear?!"
Tang San's soul was in turmoil; he couldn't sense a trace of Ye Lan's presence. With a furious roar, he unleashed his divine pressure, shattering the dark clouds lingering in the sky.
Instantly, the golden rays of the sun bathed Sea God Island. The believers, mistaking this for Tang San's supreme power, prostrated themselves in awe. "Long live the Sea God!" "The God King is invincible!"
But in the next breath, the world began to darken at a terrifying speed. They looked up, expecting another display of Tang San's might, but what they saw made their bodies turn to ice.
"Ah...?"
Floating high above, the radiant sun sat nestled within the palm of a colossal hand. That terrifying hand was slowly, purposefully, beginning to close.
"No! Stop it!!!"
"I don't want to die!"
"Gods, save us!!!"
The believers instantly abandoned their faith in Tang San. In their hearts, the entity capable of plucking the sun from the sky was the only true God. If the sun were taken, they would face an eternity of cold, dark despair.
The golden hand paused for a heartbeat, as if hearing their prayers. But then, it clenched. The sun was swallowed by the darkness of that palm.
Cries of absolute despair rang out. However, after a long silence, the believers realized they were still alive. There was no explosion, no searing heat—only darkness. Then, the hand slowly opened, and the sun emerged, its golden light feeling like a miraculous redemption.
As the hand retreated past the sun, they finally saw its true form. It was the Blue Silver Life Mecha, but on a scale that defied logic.
The identity of its pilot was undeniable: The God of Life and Destruction, the Master of the Holy Temple, and the greatest theorist in history—Ye Lan.
"Impossible... This has to be an illusion!" Tang Hao collapsed to his knees. Even without understanding divine ranks, he knew Tang San stood no chance against someone who could juggle the sun.
Ye Lan hadn't just moved the stars; he had crushed the very foundation of Tang Hao's hope. Tang Hao began to rock back and forth, chanting like a broken record: "It's an illusion... it's an illusion..."
Across the Douluo Empire, the reaction was the opposite.
While the Sea God's followers trembled, the people of the Empire erupted into a fever pitch of fanatical joy.
"Our God has ascended!" cried the masses.
"Ye Lan is a God!" shouted his former teammates—Yu Tianheng, Oslo, and the others.
"Little Lan! I knew you'd do it!" Su Yuntao exclaimed, tears in his eyes.
In Harvest Village, Old Tom pointed at the sky with trembling pride. "Look! That's my grandson! The pride of our village!"
"Master! The road ahead of me is so long..." Dugu Bo's grandson-in-law? No, Dugu Bo laughed, "That's my grandson-in-law!" while Ning Fengzhi retorted, "He's my son-in-law!"
Even the old elites like Chen Xin and Gu Rong looked on in silent realization. Their era had truly passed.
"Teacher..." Zhu Zhuqing looked at the massive mecha, her face flushing. To catch up to him was now a dream; she would contentedly remain his "little kitten."
"That hateful Ye Lan!" Ning Rongrong huffed, though her eyes sparkled. "When is he going to finally marry me?! I'm the only one in the main palace he hasn't 'taken' yet!"
In the God Realm, Bibi Dong watched with a look of pure adoration. Qian Renxue snorted, "That bastard... why didn't he just use this strength to conquer me from the start? It would have saved so much trouble."
Bibi Dong smiled. "Because he treasures you, Xiaoxue."
Back on Sea God Island, as the Blue Silver Life Mecha descended, it occupied the entirety of the nine-colored sky.
Tang San suddenly felt a dampness in his pants.
"Is it sweat?" he muttered, before laughing hysterically. "Hahaha! It's urine! How could a God King like me sweat?!"
"Little San! It's an illusion!" Tang Hao screamed from below. "No Title Douluo can be this strong! You are a Dual God King! You own this world, not that fraud Ye Lan!"
Tang San snapped out of his daze, his face turning a deep crimson. He had been scared into wetting himself before the fight even began. He looked at the massive target above—if it was this big, it couldn't miss, right?
Tang San's eyes glowed purple. His hands moved in a blur.
"Guan Yin's Tear!"
A single, translucent drop of water shot toward the mecha. Tang San's face was pale, but his eyes shone with the pride of the Tang Sect. This was the ultimate hidden weapon—capable of slaying gods, bypassing all defenses, and detonating the heart from within.
Ye Lan saw it coming. To him, the attack was less than a speck of dust. He could have phased through it or shifted it into another dimension, but he did nothing. He let it hit.
"Hahaha! Fall, Ye Lan!" Tang San shrieked. "Fall to the pinnacle of the Tang Sect! Even a Buddha would weep!"
The drop struck the mecha. There was no explosion. No damage. The metallic sheen of the mecha didn't even flicker.
"Impossible... Why are you unharmed?!" Tang San's eyes bulged. He began slapping his own face. "It's an illusion! Father was right! It's a dream!"
The Sea God followers watched their "God" slap himself like a jester. They began to back away, trying to distance themselves from the embarrassment.
Then, a voice like rolling thunder—metallic and cold—echoed through the world: "Tang San, you said you wouldn't use sneak attacks to avoid 'tarnishing your soul.' You have annoyed me."
The Blue Silver Life Mecha moved.
To the people below, the mecha was too large to see in its entirety. All they saw was a single finger descending from the heavens.
As it drew closer, the scale became clear. The cross-section of that one finger was several times larger than the Douluo Star itself. Friction with the atmosphere ignited it, turning the white metal finger into a pillar of roaring, celestial flame.
The word "DEATH" was written in the soul of everyone watching.
The Sea God believers turned on Tang San instantly. "You ungrateful brat! How dare you provoke a true God?!" "Kneel! Kneel and pray for mercy!" "You've killed us all!"
Tang Hao was swarmed by the angry mob. "Bind him! Burn the father of the false god! Maybe then the true God will forgive us!"
"No! Get back!" Tang Hao roared, momentarily pushing them back, but they were undeterred.
Tang San ignored his father. He felt a spiritual lock-on so absolute that he couldn't move a single hair without feeling like he would perish.
"Sea God Trident! First Form: Unfixed Storm!" Tang San hurled his golden trident, desperate to trigger the ultimate control skill that had never failed to stop an enemy.
The golden light hit Ye Lan's descending finger. It didn't produce a ripple. Ye Lan wasn't stopped for even a micro-second.
"Impossible... NO!!!" Tang San collapsed completely.
(End of Chapter)