Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

The Yin and Yang complement each other, with Emperor Tian and Evil Emperor as well as Snow Emperor, making three peerless ferocious beasts existing in the world, which humans can also glimpse.

However, the transformation of soul power into a soul core is unique.

In the world today, only Di Tian possesses this ability. Even Huo Yuhao, who ultimately achieved the Three Soul Cores and approached the demigod realm in the original story, could not reach it.

Because that requires unimaginably strong physical strength.

Soul Power Core Transformation, as the name suggests, involves converting all of one's soul power into a black hole-like form of soul power, similar to a soul core, and storing it within the body using the power of time and space. Imagine how terrifying it would be if every wisp of soul power within your opponent's body were a miniature soul core?

Even with the balance of Yin and Yang, it is still far from comparable in terms of total soul power.

Back then, Di Tian also condensed his soul core ahead of time. When he had 100,000 years of cultivation, which meant his soul power level had broken through to level 90, he used the Yin-Yang complementary method to condense his second soul core.

Before the arrival of the Great Tribulation of Seven Hundred Thousand, which was the time to break through to level ninety-nine, it, as a soul beast, no longer had a second acupoint for condensing its soul core. So it took a different approach and chose to transform its own soul power into black hole soul power to break through to the Limit Douluo level.

Even after Huo Yuhao achieved Yin-Yang complementarity with the Dragon Pill, he only reached the physical strength of Di Tian when he broke through 100,000 years ago, which shows how difficult this path is.

And if successful, the benefits are obvious. With soul power quality and characteristics no less than those of the Yin-Yang complementary dual soul cores, the total output and recovery speed of the soul power core will far surpass those of the Yin-Yang complementary dual soul cores.

The fact that Di Tian was able to fight Huo Yuhao to a standstill with his three soul cores using this method is the most powerful proof of this.

More importantly, the quality of soul power can be continuously improved through purification and comprehension of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. Given that the human body can only hold a certain volume of soul power, the sooner the soul power core is formed, the more the soul power will be compressed in the black hole state, which will continuously increase the upper limit of the total amount of soul power.

Kong Tianxu was determined to first transform his soul power into a soul core before completing the yin-yang complementarity. This was because the black hole soul power would compress all the soul power stored in his dantian to an extremely condensed level. On this basis, he would then condense a second soul core and form a yin-yang complementarity. The resonance effect of the two soul cores, where one plus one equals more than two, would be amplified to an incredible degree by the characteristics of the black hole soul power.

At that time, Kong Tianxu's total soul power will no longer be measured in multiples, but will exhibit a terrifying exponential growth, and may even leap to the level of a demigod.

At that time, with his three super martial souls and his own extraordinary talent, he will be truly invincible on the continent.

Of course, such a powerful cultivation method also has extremely high requirements.

However, the plan had already begun. From the moment he had Zhongli Yuan condense the first soul core in his chest, he had already started preparing for the transformation of soul power into a soul core.

Whether it's the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, Yan Shaozhe's Puppet Soul from Shrek Academy, or some guy he's always kept at arm's length, they're all under his control, heading towards their predetermined fate.

Moreover, this Azure Cloud Refining Array also gave him great inspiration.

Refining the world's most turbid elements into the purest—tempering the chaotic and impure energy into the purest primordial energy of heaven and earth. This method of refinement is remarkably similar to the scenario he envisioned, and might greatly accelerate the progress of the plan.

Kong Tianxu rose from the ashes, suppressing all the schemes in his heart.

There's still half a day left. I should use this half day to see what surprises await me in this realm of gods.

The Starry Wings suddenly unfurled behind him, and the moment the wings flapped, the sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet was blown to the sides, revealing a deep ravine.

The constraints of the divine realm are extremely strong; each flap of the wings consumes many times more energy than usual. Using soul tools here is also extremely taxing, so Kong Tianxu used the most primitive method of flight. The Starry Sacred Wings flapped again and again, propelling his body towards the distant mountains.

The dark line that was previously visible on the distant mountain peaks gradually revealed its true form as the distance closed.

It was a crack.

A crack that forcefully split the divine realm in two.

The crack was tens of feet wide and stretched as far as the eye could see, extending from the sea of ​​clouds at their feet to the edge of their vision, like a giant mouth descending from the sky, gnawing a wound on the earth that could never heal.

The edges of the crack were not smooth, but rather charred black as if burned by high temperatures, with faint traces of silver energy clinging to them. Those silver energies resembled tiny snakes, slowly slithering across the charred rock face, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, each movement leaving behind fine spatial ripples in the air.

This place contains terrifying fluctuations in spacetime energy.

Kong Tianxu carefully avoided the spatial rifts emanating from the cracks. These rifts were so fine that they were almost invisible to the naked eye, but their edges were astonishingly sharp. He witnessed a boulder that had broken off from the rock wall being silently sliced ​​through by a spatial rift, then splitting in two with a smooth, mirror-like cut.

He moved forward slowly, braving the ever-present surges of energy storms.

Gradually, a palace came into view.

It sits at the midpoint of a ravaged land, constructed entirely of an unidentified white stone. The stone's surface is seamless, as if carved from a single, enormous piece of white jade.

The palace wasn't particularly grand, yet it possessed a solemnity that made one involuntarily hold their breath. Golden light shone from the depths of the palace, flowing down the eaves and into the cracks, tinting the silvery spatial energy with a faint golden hue.

There seemed to be many points of light scattered around the palace. These points of light varied in size and brightness, like gems randomly scattered on the white jade floor.

Kong Tianxu flew closer before he could see the true nature of those points of light—

Hundreds of beams of light, reaching to the heavens and the earth, shot up from the divine realm beneath his feet, soaring into the clouds and shining brightly across the world!

There is the blazing sun, the millennia-old ice, the crescent moon, the soaring flames, and countless stars converging to form a dazzling Milky Way that stretches across the sky…

There were also spatial rifts shimmering with mysterious ripples, echoing the divine seal between Kong Tianxu's brows.

A look of intense shock appeared in Kong Tianxu's eyes.

Could this be...?

These are the divine positions left behind by the fallen gods.

A great calamity struck the divine realm, and all the gods perished. But the divine positions themselves do not completely vanish with the fall of the gods; they are manifestations of the cosmic order. As long as the corresponding rules exist, the divine positions will never truly perish.

The fallen gods, their will, their divinity, all transformed into these pillars of light, remaining on this torn land of the divine realm, awaiting new successors.

With a surge of excitement, Kong Tianxu soared higher and higher. His dragon wings flapped repeatedly, propelling him through layers of clouds. The pillars of light grew clearer and larger in his vision.

It flew higher and higher, until it soared above the heavens.

At this moment, he stood at the pinnacle of the divine realm, with hundreds of divine positions falling like stars beneath his feet and the boundless void above his head.

The radiance of the sun turned his white robes gold, the light of the silver moon cast a cool glow on his silver hair, and the shimmering light of distant stars flickered in his pupils.

The so-called divine position is the position in which a deity exists in the divine realm; the more powerful and higher the position, the more expansive and higher it is.

But at this moment, Kong Tianxu, who was only at level eighty-nine, saw thousands of gods bowing their heads at the highest point.

Chapter 358 Conspiracy

Nine Treasures City, Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

The council hall was quite grand. Even during the day, the candlesticks, primarily made of Tiankui bronze, remained lit. The surrounding windows were made of identical, dazzlingly multicolored glazed tiles. These tiles were crafted from a type of natural, multicolored gemstone, produced only in small quantities in a special vein within the Tianhun Empire. The fact that the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could use this gemstone on such a large scale, with tiles even being exactly the same size, speaks volumes about their wealth. Sunlight shone on them, refracting into fragments of nine colors.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in the council hall was as heavy as a wrung-out wet cloth, so heavy that water could be squeezed out with the slightest touch. The magnificent scenery that the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School was usually so proud of was now lying on the floor like shards of broken glass, and no one had the heart to appreciate it.

Several figures with different expressions sat around a long rosewood table.

"Is everything arranged?"

The one who spoke was the middle-aged man sitting in the center. His face was chiseled, with high cheekbones and a jawline as hard as a piece of cast iron that had been repeatedly forged.

Sitting to his right was an elderly man with hair standing on end like steel needles. Upon hearing this, he let out a long, heavy sigh and said:

“Saving lives is of course our duty. But there’s another matter… Is this really a good thing? Although that sect comes from the Sun Moon Empire, they have been acting uprightly lately and have been very kind to ordinary people. Such actions are bound to offend the natural order.”

"Tianhe?"

The withered old man sitting on the left chuckled.

His laughter was short and sharp. His entire body had an astonishingly large frame, but his skin clung tightly to his bones, making him look like a giant skeleton. Only his eyes, which were sunken deep in their sockets, were very bright.

"His Sun Moon Empire has kidnapped so many people from the original Three Kingdoms, his wolfish ambitions are obvious. What are you saying now that is against the will of Heaven? Yu Nanjue, after the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan changed its name to the Heavenly Dragon Gate, did it lose all its backbone? You do everything hesitantly, do you still have any of the decisiveness of the old Blue Tyrant?"

His voice rose higher and higher, until it was almost a low growl resonating in his chest.

"Your cultivation is inferior to your father's, and your courage is far inferior as well. You are not worthy of your title of Thunder!"

The old man, known as Yu Nanjue, suddenly darkened his expression and replied without any politeness:

"Ningguta, stop acting like an old man. You're ninety-five, I'm ninety-four, you're almost a hundred years older than me, and your soul power level is one level higher than mine. If we really fight, how many times can your old bones withstand my attacks? Nine-Bone Douluo, humph, you shamelessly stuff a nine into your title, and you think your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can truly live up to the name of Nine Treasure Glazed Tile? Keep dreaming."

Upon hearing this, the withered old man flew into a rage. His already deeply lined face suddenly turned a purplish-red. He slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair, and at the same moment, the air around him became thick and heavy. A black, asphalt-like aura surged from his pores and swirled silently in the air.

Centered on the point where the palm landed, the armrest of the chair dimmed at a visible speed, and fine cracks appeared on the wooden surface, as if all the moisture and vitality had been drained away.

Yu Nanjue refused to back down. He sat upright, and suddenly a crackling blue-black lightning bolt exploded around him, turning the tables and chairs into dust the instant the lightning touched them.

The air in the entire room became numbing, and with each breath, one could taste a metallic, astringent sensation, with a tingling numbness at the back of the tongue.

Just as the two sides were about to clash, the middle-aged man in the center made a move.

He didn't get up or raise his hand; he simply released a powerful, almost tyrannical aura from deep within his body.

It wasn't violent; in fact, it could be described as restrained. But it was precisely this restraint that contained the power to break free at any moment, causing the pupils of both Title Douluos to contract simultaneously.

The light and shadow distorted violently under the pressure of this aura.

"Sect Master Yu, Sect Master Ning, please calm down." His voice remained calm. "With a formidable enemy at hand, we must remain united. If we don't unite our forces and instead fight to the death, how can the three upper sects ever return to the top of the continent?"

He turned his head slightly and ordered towards the door, "Someone, change the chairs for the two sect leaders."

The servants practically tumbled forward carrying two new chairs. As they passed through the area reduced to dust, their feet crunched over the fine, flour-like powder, making a sickeningly sharp sound.

Level 96, at least.

Yu Nanjue was the first to dispel the lightning around her, then plopped down in the newly replaced chair, the chair legs hitting the ground with a disgruntled sound.

Ningguta's expression grew even more unpleasant. He seemed to have thought of something, his gaze lingering on the middle-aged man's face for a moment before he let out a heavy snort and sat down as well.

Besides being intimidated by the opponent's strength, he was also somewhat wary of Yu Nanjue.

The current patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan is a typical example of a late bloomer. He was not particularly talented at first, and only broke through to the Soul King level at the age of twenty-five. This would naturally be considered exceptional talent for an ordinary Soul Master, but for the three upper sects with a history of over ten thousand years, it was really not enough.

Surprisingly, after the previous Tianlong Sect Master, who was also the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Chief, died tragically, this young clan chief, who had always been underestimated, made a name for himself and directly displayed the cultivation of a Title Douluo, succeeding to the positions of Sect Master and Clan Chief.

At that time, Yu Nanjue was not yet sixty years old. Decades later, he had become a level 94 peak expert, only one level below Ning Guta, the old soul master.

However, given the vast difference between level 95 and level 94, Yu Nanjue could never possibly be a match for Ningguta.

However, Ningguta is too old, and there would inevitably be risks involved if a real fight were to break out.

Now that the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School has finally produced geniuses like Ning Tian and Wu Feng, as the sect leader and the only Super Douluo in the sect, he has to hold on until the younger generation grows up.

But even as he thought this, the Nine-Bone Douluo, known for his unpredictable and eccentric nature, narrowed his eyes and his words were sharp:

"Little Yueyue, what a show of power! How could your Elder Tang Qian let you show your face in public? I thought he was going to hold onto the position of Elder for life. Did all the elite disciples of the sect fail in the competition, and you followed in your ancestor's footsteps, slinking off the stage in disgrace?"

The middle-aged man simply smiled slightly:

"Sect Master Ning is joking. The Grand Elder is just taking a short break, and Yun Yue is temporarily assuming the position of Elder."

He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a small sip. The tea had already cooled down, and a bitter taste spread from the tip of his tongue, but he seemed completely unaware of it.

"As for this so-called Holy Religion—Sect Master Yu, you are unaware of its true name, the Holy Spirit Religion, which is the national religion of the Sun and Moon Kingdom. It is said that Kong Tianxu is the pope of this religion, and the Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao who appeared in the competition also belongs to this sect. Now they are secretly sending people to spread their religion throughout the three kingdoms. I think there must be a conspiracy."

He glanced at Yu Nanjue. Yu Nanjue's brows were still furrowed, like two small mountains squeezed together.

The middle-aged man took a second sip of tea slowly.

"Moreover, the Holy Spirit Cult has repeatedly protected young Soul Masters who have awakened evil martial souls."

"what!"