Chapter 27 Qian Renxue's Shock! Emperor Gu preaches! The Creation of All Things!
Douluo Continent.
Everyone was stunned.
This is... Emperor Gu?
Is this the strongest being in the Shrouding the Heavens dimension?
Even through the screen, they could feel that tremor deep in their souls.
In comparison, their so-called Title Douluo, the so-called million-year soul beasts, and even the legendary gods are nothing compared to him.
Compared to this person, everyone else seems so small and ridiculous.
"Is this the true God...?"
Bibi Dong's hand holding the scepter trembled, her eyes filled with fanaticism and awe.
Above the Heavenly Court.
Gu Changsheng walked on air, his gaze calmly sweeping over the mountains and rivers below.
"These rats have gotten smarter."
A slight smile played on his lips.
His grand departure from Heaven to clear a passage through the cliff was actually an attempt to lure the law into a trap.
Look at those supreme beings in those forbidden zones of life, is there any fool who dares to extend their claws?
Anyone who dares to reach out will have their hand chopped off, which will then be used to make medicine.
Pity.
This time, all the restricted areas were completely silent, without a single sound.
"It seems they're terrified of being killed."
Gu Changsheng shook his head, somewhat bored.
Just as he was about to return to the palace, his gaze swept casually across the room, then suddenly paused.
"Um?"
His gaze pierced through layers of clouds and mist, landing on a corridor on the outskirts of Yaochi.
There stood a blonde girl.
"Is it that little girl from the Spirit Hall?"
Gu Changsheng recognized Qian Renxue.
After all, it was a specialty product from Douluo Continent, so he still had some impression of her.
At this moment, Qian Renxue was at the peak of level 79. Her soul power was surging, and she seemed to have encountered some kind of bottleneck, stuck at that juncture and unable to break through.
Her breathing was somewhat disordered, a sign of her unstable state of mind.
"..."
Gu Changsheng remained calm.
He didn't stop intentionally; he simply recited a line of scripture as he passed through that area of airspace.
"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name..."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a great bell, instantly resounding deep within Qian Renxue's soul.
That is the sound of the Great Dao!
With each word uttered, a golden lotus of the Great Dao bloomed in the void, then transformed into the purest Daoist rhyme, which fell down.
Everyone around, upon hearing Gu Changsheng's words, knelt down, deeply moved.
Qian Renxue, who was at a bottleneck, felt a loud bang in her mind.
The seemingly indestructible barrier that had troubled her melted away like ice and snow before the voice of the Great Dao.
Boom!
An incomparably powerful aura suddenly erupted from her body.
Golden light shot into the sky, coalescing behind her into a gigantic phantom of a six-winged angel.
Immediately afterwards.
The six-winged angel began to transform.
Its wings became fuller, and its color changed from pure gold to a platinum color with a faint purple tinge.
Sacred, majestic, and inviolable.
And above those six wings, two more illusory wings were faintly growing!
Eight-winged angel!
Although it is not yet fully formed, this is already a qualitative leap!
Martial Soul Evolution!
On the Douluo Continent side, the elders and priests of the Spirit Hall were going crazy.
"It's evolved! Young Master's martial soul has evolved!"
"This is a miracle! A true miracle!"
"Just a casual remark allowed the young master to break through her bottleneck and even caused the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul to evolve?"
"The methods of this Emperor Gu are simply beyond our comprehension!"
Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes, feeling the surging, ocean-like power within her body.
Level 80!
No, it's not just level 80.
That force broke through the level 80 barrier and continued to climb.
More importantly, she felt that her martial soul had become stronger than ever before, and its affinity with the light element had reached a terrifying level.
She looked up abruptly at the figure that was about to disappear into the clouds.
At this moment, Gu Changsheng seemed to sense her gaze.
He didn't turn around, but just tilted his head slightly, a faint smile curving his lips.
That smile.
Like a spring breeze and gentle rain, like the revival of all things.
Yet it also carries a sense of detachment and indifference, as if it were high above the heavens.
Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat.
Her face instantly turned red to her ears, her eyes filled with excitement and gratitude, and a hint of emotion that she herself was unaware of.
"Is the Heavenly Emperor... paying attention to me?"
The girl's mind was completely thrown into chaos at that moment.
...
On the other side...
In the beast garden behind the Heavenly Court.
A man dressed in gray linen clothes with a delicate face was sweeping up the dung of a dragon-scaled horse with a large broom.
It was none other than the once-renowned Yue Douluo.
"Sigh, when will this end?"
Yue Douluo wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the Pegasus who were eating better than him, his face full of bitterness.
Just as he was about to shovel away a pile of horse manure.
Suddenly, he noticed that in the corner beneath the manger, a space was slightly distorted.
It exuded an aura that he was extremely familiar with.
That's... the aura of Douluo Continent!
Yue Douluo was startled, and the broom in his hand fell to the ground.
He lunged forward, staring intently at the twisted node, which was only the size of a fist.
An unprecedented surge of ecstasy erupted in his eyes.
"This is... a teleportation node?"
"Can I go back now?"
"I can go back to Douluo Continent?!"
At this moment, the titled Douluo was so excited that tears streamed down his face, like a lost child who had finally found his way home.
...
On the other side.
The phantom of the eight-winged angel behind Qian Renxue slowly dissipated, but the awe-inspiring sacred aura continued to wash over everyone's perception of Douluo Continent along the sky.
The Spirit Hall, the Papal Palace.
The deathly silence lasted for a long time.
Bibi Dong sat on the papal chair, her fingers gripping the scepter turning slightly white from excessive force.
She took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving, her eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of emotions.
There was a mix of the joy of a mother seeing her daughter succeed, and a bittersweet feeling that was hard to describe.
And... envy that old man who sweeps the floor.
Yes, envy.
The dignified Pope of the Spirit Hall was actually envying a lowly sweeper.
"That old guy Yue Douluo..."
Bibi Dong spoke.
Although Yue Douluo's aura was restrained at this moment, its compatibility with the laws of heaven and earth had already surpassed the level of ninety-six.
If he were in Douluo Continent, it would take him at least twenty years of arduous cultivation to break through from level ninety-five to his current level, or perhaps he would never have a chance in his lifetime.
But now, it's been broken through so easily?
The moment this comment appeared, the entire Douluo Continent erupted in excitement once again.
Twenty years!
For Soul Masters, every level after Title Douluo is an insurmountable chasm.
Many exceptionally talented individuals are stuck at level 95 or 96 until they die of old age.
But now, Yue Douluo has been spared twenty years of arduous cultivation simply because he swept horse manure for a while in that so-called Heavenly Court and breathed in the air there.
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