Douluo Continent: The Holy Evil Emperor.

Chapter 267 Some brothers, yes!

"Teacher, Elder Xuan." Ye Qing greeted the two with a smile.

Xuanzi sized Ye Qing up and down, his surprised gaze tinged with seriousness: "Young Ye, what is your cultivation level now? Why can I even sense a strong sense of threat emanating from you?"

As long as you advance to the Limit Douluo level, you will receive the legendary "One Strike of the Other," which means that no matter how well the opponent hides, the Limit Douluo will be able to sense the threat from the shadows.

In the original novel, Huo Yuhao developed PTSD because of Long Xiaoyao's ability as the Limit Douluo.

Xuanzi wasn't lying. If he hadn't sensed an inexplicable sense of threat in the academy, he wouldn't have even been able to detect Ye Qing's presence.

Truly, this is the worst possible performance ever...

"I managed to reach the Eighth Ring Road by sheer luck." Ye Qing flicked the corner of his clothes; it was just a little bit of weathering, nothing to mention.

Mu En was also observing Ye Qing, but his focus was not on Ye Qing's current strength, but on the tower-shaped mark between his eyebrows.

The more he examined it, the more shocked he became, until finally he felt a complex mix of incredible joy and ecstasy.

"A lucky eight rings..." Xuanzi opened his mouth, then looked at Mu En, and following Mu En's gaze, he finally noticed the tower-shaped mark.

"This is……"

Although the mark may seem inconspicuous, anyone with great strength will be temporarily controlled upon seeing it. The stronger one is, and the closer one is to the limits of humanity, the more one will sense the extraordinary nature of this mark.

Mu En and Xuan Zi had essentially reached the pinnacle of human soul mastery, yet even so, they could still sense the gap between themselves and the person who left this mark.

The difference was like an insurmountable chasm.

At that moment, the sound of the door opening and closing rang out, and Ye Feng also came out of the house. He had been cultivating, but when he heard the noise outside the courtyard, he ended his meditation and came out of the house.

"Elder Mu, Elder Xuan...my dear grandson?!" Ye Feng rubbed his eyes, and when he saw that the person in front of him was indeed Ye Qing, the smile on his face immediately deepened.

Ye Feng flashed in front of Ye Qing, grabbed his shoulder and looked at him carefully for a while before nodding in satisfaction: "Good, you've grown up and can stand on your own now."

"Grandpa is very happy that you can come back, but Grandpa doesn't like that you haven't contacted Grandpa even once in three or four years."

Dong... Uncle Dong?

Ye Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, gently stroking the soul guide storage ring on his finger, and took out a piece of earth-yellow soul bone that exuded two intertwined auras. The intertwining of sharpness and heaviness made this soul bone seem particularly contradictory, but its power was undeniable.

This is the soul bone that Ye Qing obtained from Di Tian. It was originally prepared for Ye Feng, but this time he simply gave it to him directly.

"This is a 97,000-year-old saber-toothed tiger torso bone. I obtained it during my recent travels, so I'll give it to Grandpa." Ye Qing handed the soul bone to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was dumbfounded, Mu En was stunned, and Xuan Zi's face twitched violently.

"This is...too precious." Ye Feng took the soul bone, his old face crinkling with smiles. He held the soul bone in his hands with great affection, and his body was filled with longing.

"Alright, Ye, just accept it. You've really raised a fine grandson, Ye." Xuanzi said with a sour tone, pursing his lips.

Why doesn't he have such a promising grandson?

Despite having a 100,000-year soul ring, the soul bone produced by that ring wasn't actually a torso bone, but rather an arm soul bone.

In terms of the quality of the torso bone, Xuanzi's piece was not even as good as the one Ye Qing gave to Ye Feng.

None of the three doubted Ye Qing's words. Even though they knew that the Earth-Splitting Saber-Toothed Tiger was a soul beast that had long been extinct, the heavy and sharp aura emanating from this soul bone proved its quality.

"Go find a wife and pass on the Taotie bloodline, then you'll have one," Mu En said casually, glancing at Xuan Zi.

Then Xuanzi blushed and stopped talking.

Asking him to find a wife is no different from taking his life. This guy would rather continue being an undercover agent than have a wife, kids, and a warm bed.

"Speaking of which, Ye boy, you should have already received the inheritance of the gods, right?" It was unclear whether Xuanzi was trying to change the subject or genuinely wanted to get down to business, but in any case, he was all serious and looked more earnest than anyone else.

Mu En didn't continue to belittle him. When she turned to look at Ye Qing, her eyes also held a hint of expectation.

He wasn't after any personal gain; he simply wanted to know if gods truly existed. Since the Seven Devils ascended to immortality ten thousand years ago, there had been no legends of gods on the entire Douluo Continent for ten thousand years.

It's not just Mu En; almost every Limit Douluo from every era has had this question.

Once they reach the Limit Douluo level and advance to a certain height, they will find that they can't go any further, as if this is the ultimate height that humans can reach.

Cultivating soul power is like climbing a mountain. Every time you cross a high mountain, you can always see an even higher peak from the original summit. Then you have to climb one higher peak after another, constantly improving your soul power level.

However, after reaching level 99, any Limit Douluo will feel that there is no mountain to climb and that the only way to see the scenery at a higher level is to take off from the spot.

But who can fly?

Perhaps in the ultimate leap, one might see a slightly higher view, but then immediately fall and be shattered to pieces.

Fly... perhaps one can fly, pass the divine test, and inherit the divine position. That is the only way to soar again from the mountaintop to even higher places.

However, this passage has not reappeared for ten thousand years, and they have gradually begun to question the existence of gods, doubting whether there is such a realm as gods in the world.

If Huo Yuhao, a god of emotions, hadn't emerged during the second Douluo Continent era, and the God Realm had been swept away, and Tang Hao had suppressed the Soul Masters of Douluo Continent for ten thousand years, preventing them from becoming gods, perhaps the Limit Douluo of the third Douluo Continent might have developed into the Dark Supreme of Shrouding the Heavens.

Therefore, whether it was Mu En, Xuan Zi, or Ye Feng, who had no hope of reaching the limit in his lifetime, they all stared intently at Ye Qing, waiting for his answer.

"Does God really exist in this world?"

"Yes, brothers, yes!" Ye Qing nodded without hesitation. "The divine position I'm going to inherit is called the God of Holy Light, and there are eight other gods as powerful as this one, each a first-level main god of the God Realm, ranked T0.5!"

"They are the God of Darkness, the God of Space, the God of Flame, the God of Ice, the God of Earth, the God of Wind, the God of Water, and the God of Sound."

"They are collectively known as the Nine Gods of the Divine Realm Prison!"

(End of this chapter)