Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 563 Divine Realm Passage
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Hu Liena leaned against the white jade railing, gazing at the drifting clouds in the sky, and let out a long, mournful sigh. Ever since Qian Xunji was killed and the Spirit Hall lost its glory, she had always followed Qian Renxue by her side, walking across the war-torn Douluo Continent, soothing the wounds, rebuilding homes, and practicing her belief in protection in another way.

Thinking of this, a bitter smile crept onto her lips. As the first Soul Master to achieve Martial Soul Fusion with Tang San, fate seemed to have played a cruel joke on her, leaving her far behind in this complex web of emotions.

She composed herself and turned to walk deeper into the hall. In a simply furnished room, yet still faintly reminiscent of its former grandeur, Qian Renxue sat quietly by the window. The once radiant six-winged angel now possessed a restrained divine light, like a calm, deep pool, with only occasional glimmers of golden light revealing her extraordinary nature.

Seeing Hu Liena approach, Qian Renxue put down the book in her hand, glanced at the sorrow between her brows, smiled gently, and said, "Nana, you don't need to stay here forever. The Spirit Hall is a thing of the past, and the Golden Generation has scattered. You are free, and you should go and pursue your own fulfillment."

Hu Liena gently shook her head, her eyes firm yet complex, and said, "Your Majesty, I will never leave. No matter what Yan and Xie Yue choose, the only one I, Hu Liena, will believe in in this life is you, the only six-winged angel in my heart."

Qian Renxue sighed softly, her tone filled with pity and advice: "Nana, some things, once you break through the barrier, will only cause more trouble. You deserve to embrace your own happiness..." She paused, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, and said, "There's no need to feel any constraint because of my existence. Go find him."

Just then, a familiar and warm scent quietly spread out, like a spring breeze and rain, instantly dispelling the slightly stagnant atmosphere in the room.

Both of them felt something at the same time and suddenly turned around.

Tang San stood quietly at the intersection of light and shadow in the doorway, his posture upright. His deep gaze first fell on Qian Renxue, his expression a mixture of clear apology, unspeakable complexity, and an unspoken understanding. After all, after the fusion of their martial souls, Qian Renxue knew a lot about Tang San, including some of the 'little stories' between him and Hu Liena.

Then, Tang San slowly turned to Hu Liena, meeting her eyes which were filled with surprise and deep resentment.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue's eyes flashed with understanding and a faint sense of relief. She stood up gracefully, a meaningful smile on her lips, and said softly, "You... have a good talk. I still need to deal with the reconstruction of Wuhun City."

After saying that, Qian Renxue calmly left the room. As she passed by Tang San, their eyes met, and everything was understood without words.

The six-winged angel is still as holy as ever, sacrificing himself for others!

The door was gently closed, leaving only the two people inside. The air seemed to thicken and throb with tension.

Looking at Tang San so close to her, Hu Liena felt a surge of longing, resentment, and desire that had been building up for years, causing her eyes to redden slightly and fill with resentment.

Tang San took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Hu Liena, his voice low and gentle: "I'm late."

Before he finished speaking, Hu Liena seemed impatient and suddenly took a step forward, tilting her head back. Her once captivating eyes were now filled with tears and a resolute determination.

Hu Liena tiptoed, with the courage of a moth drawn to a flame, and pressed her soft red lips to Tang San's.

Tang San could clearly feel the long-suppressed, volcanic-like passion she was conveying, as well as the unmistakable trembling. He gently embraced her slender waist and, with a hint of reassurance, responded to the kiss.

Hu Liena draped her arms over Tang San's shoulders, her foxy eyes twinkling with a smile, and said, "Master, the world is at peace now, shouldn't you fulfill your promise?"

Time has passed, and a century has gone by in the blink of an eye.

Since that final battle of slaying dragons and killing gods, thanks to the presence of Tang San, a supreme being, the entire continent has ushered in an unprecedented long period of peace. Under Dai Mubai's diligent governance, the Star Luo Empire's national strength has even surpassed its pre-war level; the two great empires and the newly formed empire of the Sun Moon Continent have recovered their vitality within fifty years, and their prosperity is even greater than before.

However, all forces and Soul Masters tacitly adhered to an invisible boundary, maintaining extreme restraint. In this relatively peaceful environment, and under Tang San's intentional or unintentional guidance, the Soul Master world ushered in a golden age of emerging powerhouses, with the number of Title Douluo quietly climbing to a record high.

To gather faith, Tang San did not resort to any coercive means, but instead took a different approach, vigorously promoting the development of soul tool technology. He deliberately guided soul tools towards improving people's lives, dedicating himself to improving the lives of ordinary people. When the warm soul lamps illuminated thousands of households, when convenient soul tools lightened the burden of labor, when efficient soul tools brought bountiful harvests… the heartfelt gratitude and reverence of millions of people transformed into the purest and most powerful force of faith, continuously converging upon him. Coupled with Tang San's unparalleled achievement in ending the war, his faith almost covered all the survivors across the entire continent.

He was even revered by people all over the continent as: Tang God King.

Until one night, the world changed drastically.

Whether in the far north, the vast ocean, or a bustling city, all living beings can clearly see that above the sky, a huge golden vortex is slowly taking shape, radiating a majestic and mysterious light, like a celestial eye looking down upon the human world.

Those who knew the inside story were all shocked.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang gazed up at the vortex and murmured to himself, "It seems that the law that one can infinitely retain a level without attaching a soul ring needs to be revised... When power accumulates to a certain critical point, the rules of heaven and earth themselves will no longer allow it to remain." He silently added a new footnote to his research notes.

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo stood in his own medicine garden, his expression complex, a mixture of longing and relief: "So that is the passage to the God Realm... I never thought that in my lifetime I would be able to witness the feat of ascension."

Admittedly, Tang San did not inherit a traditional godhood, but his strength, which transcends all boundaries, has already made the world of Douluo Star unable to contain him. Moreover, his Clear Sky Hammer also carries the Rakshasa Godhood, which is enough to guide the way and cleave the path to the heavens.

Inside the Haotian Sect, everyone's eyes were focused on the figure in red.

Uncharacteristically, Tianmeng Bingcan abandoned his usual playful demeanor, his expression turning solemn, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Third Master, the time has come..."

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm's lifelong wish—to reshape its physical body and ascend to the realm of gods—all hinges on this.

Tang San stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the golden vortex that seemed both so close and yet so far away. His robes fluttered without wind in the invisible energy field. There was no hesitation or trepidation in his eyes, only a composure born of a century of experience and complete control, along with a hint of domineering brilliance.

"Now that the passage to the divine realm has been opened..."

"Don't turn it off."

(End of this chapter)