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Later, she died. Not killed, but disappeared.

At the critical moment of breaking through to the God King realm, his divine sense broke and his divine soul dissipated, leaving behind not even a last word.

The divine realm has lost an angel god, and now has an empty divine position.

And he is still alive.

She lived, watching her divine position gradually become vacant, watching the Asura God slowly erode her authority, and watching her name be forgotten by the divine realm.

Chapter 109 The Grand Tournament

Poseidon opened his eyes and looked at the calm sea in front of him.

The seawater reflected the stars in the sky, and it also reflected his face.

His face showed no sadness, no anger, only calmness.

A kind of unfathomable calm.

"Sometimes yielding is not cowardice, but a means to achieve ultimate success."

He murmured softly, as if speaking to himself, or perhaps to the woman who no longer exists.

No one answered. Only the sea breeze gently blew by, ruffling his long hair.

He raised his head and looked into the distance. That was the direction of the Angelic Realm.

The once-glorious realm of angels is now desolate.

Nobody wants to go there because there's nothing there.

There was only an empty temple and a broken altar.

"Qian Yuhan, you're right. Some things are more important than living."

His voice was soft, “But only by living can we see that day.”

He closed his eyes and sank back into the millennia-long act of protection.

The waves surged beneath his feet, emitting a deep roar.

The night in the realm of the gods is very long.

But he's not afraid to wait.

Waiting for an opportunity, waiting for someone who can break the order of the Asura God, waiting for someone who can make Qian Yuhan's sacrifice meaningful.

That day will come.

In Wuhun City, before dawn, the entire city was already awake.

The shops on both sides of the street opened early, and the breakfast stalls were steaming hot. The aroma of steamed buns, noodles and spicy soup mingled together and wafted in the cool morning air.

People flocked in from all directions: well-dressed merchants, ordinary people carrying bundles, women holding children, and elderly people leaning on canes.

They gathered on both sides of the street, standing on tiptoe, peering in the direction of the Spirit Hall Academy.

"Are they here? Are they here?"

"Not yet, don't worry, the Holy Son hasn't come out yet."

"I heard that the Holy Son is personally leading the team this time?"

"That's right! A twelve-year-old Soul Emperor leading our Spirit Hall students to compete in a major tournament—this is truly a first!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, we're coming out!"

The clamor of the crowd suddenly rose, then suddenly fell silent.

The gates of the Spirit Hall Academy slowly opened, and two rows of knights clad in silver armor rode out, standing on either side, their spears pointing to the sky, motionless.

The silver armor gleamed with a cold light in the morning light; it was the Spirit Hall's most elite honor guard, only deployed on the most solemn occasions.

Then, seven figures walked out side by side.

Zhao Tiezhu walked at the front. The 24-year-old man was wearing a brand-new Spirit Hall team uniform today, with a dark blue robe embroidered with an emblem of intertwined angels and dragons.

He stood tall and strode forward, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

But his eyes betrayed him—they were incredibly bright, and although he tried desperately to suppress the corners of his mouth, they couldn't help but curl upwards.

"Brother Zhao, what are you laughing at?"

Sun Qing followed behind and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Tiezhu gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words: "I didn't laugh."

You were clearly smiling.

"I said I didn't laugh, and I didn't laugh."

Liu Ruyan walked behind him, dressed in red, her Flame Sparrow martial spirit stirring within her.

Her face was expressionless, but the fingers gripping the hem of her clothes turned slightly white.

Shen Han walked on the other side, his face cold, his steps steady, his breathing even, as if today was just an ordinary day.

But he walked a fraction faster than usual.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei walked in the middle, hand in hand, their steps perfectly synchronized.

Sun Fang whispered, "Sister, my legs are weak."

Sun Fei whispered back, "I'm soft too."

Sun Fang then asked, "What should we do then?"

Sun Fei thought for a moment and said, "If I can't walk, I'll crawl. I'll crawl all the way to Tiandou City."

Sun Fang nodded, her legs no longer feeling weak.

Han Qing walked at the very back, his figure appearing and disappearing as if he might melt into the shadows at any moment.

But today, his presence was somewhat fainter than usual.

Zhou Tai walked beside him, the lightning of the Thunder Leopard Martial Soul crackling at his fingertips. He took a deep breath, then another.

"Brother Zhou, are you nervous?" Han Qing's voice drifted out from the shadows.

Zhou Tai gritted his teeth: "I'm not nervous."

"Then why are you keeping inhaling?"

"I'm practicing my lung capacity."

Han Qing did not expose him.

The crowd erupted in deafening cheers.

Zhao Tiezhu paused, raised his hand and waved to the crowd, but then, feeling too smug, quickly put it down.

Liu Ruyan's lips curled up slightly, but she quickly composed herself.

Shen Han remained expressionless, but his pace quickened by half a beat.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei linked arms, their eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

Han Qing's figure emerged from the shadows, and the sunlight shone on his face, making him feel somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Zhou Tai finally stopped inhaling and straightened his back.

Seven people stood at the entrance of the Spirit Hall Academy, the sunlight shining on them, making their dark blue team uniforms gleam faintly.

Behind them, the banners of the Spirit Hall fluttered in the wind, and the intertwined patterns of angels and dragons shone brightly in the sunlight.

Qian Renxue walked out of the academy. She had changed into a white dress, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her appearance was still the same as before, but her eyes were brighter than ever.

Jin Chen followed behind her. The usually chubby-faced boy was unusually quiet today, wearing the same dark blue team uniform as Zhao Tiezhu and the others, with the badge on his chest polished to a shine.

Jin Chen lowered his head, tugged at the hem of his clothes, and muttered softly, "These clothes are a bit tight."

Qian Renxue glanced at him and said, "You've gained weight."

Jin Chen's eyes widened: "I'm not fat! I'm strong! Strong!"

Qian Renxue ignored him.

Her gaze fell on the seven people at the academy gate, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Two months ago, they were still scattered individuals fighting their own battles.

Two months later, they stood there, as one person.

Footsteps came from deep within the academy.

Unhurried and steady, with composure and strength.

Ling Feng emerged from the shadows. He was wearing the same dark blue team uniform as everyone else, without any special embellishments.

He walked to the front of the line, stopped, and his gaze swept over Zhao Tiezhu, over Liu Ruyan, over Shen Han, and over everyone else.

"Let's go," he said. No unnecessary words.

Zhao Tiezhu took a deep breath and strode forward.

Liu Ruyan followed behind him, the Flame Sparrow leaping in her palm. Shen Han walked on the left, his chill receding, like a lurking ice wolf.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei walked hand in hand, vines spreading beneath their feet, while Han Qing's figure blended into the shadows of the group, appearing and disappearing indistinctly.

Zhou Tai walked at the back, Lei Bao's lightning crackling at his fingertips.

Seven people, one heart.

Ling Feng walked at the front of the group. Qian Renxue walked to his left, and Jin Chen walked to his right.

Behind him, the entire Wuhun City cheered.

The carriages were already waiting outside the city. They weren't a magnificent imperial carriage, just a few ordinary carriages, their dark blue bodies adorned with the emblem of the Spirit Hall.

Ling Feng boarded the first carriage, with Qian Renxue and Jin Chen following behind him.

Zhao Tiezhu led seven regular players onto the second vehicle, while the substitutes boarded the third.

The carriage started moving, its wheels making rhythmic sounds as they rolled over the stone pavement.

The city gates of Wuhun City slowly opened, and the morning light poured in from outside the city, shining on every young face.