One month later.
"Phew~ It's finally over."
Mo Hui let out a sigh of relief as he looked at the completely restored World barrier in front of him.
With his and the Douluo Plane's consciousness's combined efforts, the damage caused by the unexpected incident had been fully repaired.
Even the fallen stars had returned to their original positions with the Plane's consciousness's retrieval and the help of the meteorites brought by Deoxys.
After a brief moment of relaxation, Mo Hui felt the surging divine force within his body and couldn't help but smile, saying, "This can be considered a blessing in disguise for me. Not only did I find hope for completing Mega Rayquaza, but my level also increased."
Due to the intense battle with Deoxys earlier and the help of some residual Plane origin, Mo Hui's level rapidly increased, now reaching over one hundred and twenty, completely entering the realm of a First-Rank God.
Now, Mo Hui was no longer just an heir with a God Position, but a true First-Rank God.
"Things are settled here; it's time for me to go back."
After surveying his surroundings and finding nothing else that needed his attention, Mo Hui rode Pidgeot downwards.
The people of Douluo Continent were unaware of the crisis caused by Mo Hui's Martial Soul Fusion Technique, Rayquaza, but anyone of a higher level could clearly feel that cultivation had recently become easier.
Spirit Hall, Hall of Offerings.
"What exactly has happened recently? Why does it feel like the barrier to reaching level one hundred has significantly lowered?"
Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged in the center of the room, feeling the subtle changes in the World. While delighted, he was also full of questions.
But then, he sighed and said, "Unfortunately, it's too late."
If this change had happened decades ago, or even a few years ago, he would have done everything in his power to break through to level one hundred.
However, his granddaughter was about to complete her eighth trial, and he no longer had time to attempt to reach level one hundred.
Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but close his eyes.
Although he had long decided to sacrifice himself to open the path to godhood for Qian Renxue, he still couldn't help but struggle when faced with the possibility of personally achieving godhood at level one hundred.
He... didn't want to die anymore!
And just as he was hesitating, a beautiful and tall figure pushed open the door.
Qian Renxue looked at Qian Daoliu in front of her and said with a firm tone, "Grandfather, I have completed the eighth trial. What preparations are needed for the final assessment?"
Qian Renxue's words were like a death knell, piercing Qian Daoliu's heart and causing a huge ripple within him.
After an unknown amount of time, Qian Daoliu finally made up his mind, stood up, looked at Qian Renxue, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the location of your final assessment."
For the future of Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu ultimately gave up his lifelong pursuit and his chance to become a god, choosing to pave the way for Qian Renxue.
But at this moment, Qian Daoliu's heart was filled with sorrow. If he had sacrificed himself before, he would have done so without hesitation, as he couldn't become a god and could only place his hopes on his granddaughter Qian Renxue. Moreover, Qian Renxue's excellent performance proved that he had not chosen wrongly.
But now that the bottleneck to godhood had loosened, he saw the possibility of his lifelong pursuit being realized. Sacrificing himself under these circumstances was an entirely different matter.
The cruelest thing in this World is not the absence of hope, but seeing hope only to lose it by one's own hand.
"I just hope Xue'er can truly be a match for Mo Hui, otherwise my sacrifice will be meaningless."
Qian Daoliu sighed inwardly.
However, despite thinking this, Qian Daoliu had no confidence at all in whether the deified Qian Renxue could defeat Mo Hui.
After all, that was an anomaly even more outrageous than Tang Chen, someone who could fight him, a ninety-ninth-level Limit Douluo, as an eighty-fifth-level Spirit Douluo without falling behind.
Soon, Qian Daoliu led Qian Renxue to a tall and magnificent Angel God statue.
At the same time, in another part of Spirit City, Bibi Dong emerged from a black-purple array.
A wicked smile appeared on Bibi Dong's lips, and she said happily, "It's all thanks to the previous changes in the World; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to complete the eighth trial so quickly."
At this moment, Bibi Dong was extremely happy. If she had followed her previous estimated progress, she would have needed over a year at the most optimistic estimate to complete the eighth trial. If any unexpected events occurred, it wouldn't be impossible for it to be delayed by two or three years.
But now, all that time was saved, saving a very important year. How could she not be happy?
After all, although Spirit Hall and Mo Hui had a five-year agreement, Mo Hui had most likely already become a god, and the oath made by a god could no longer bind him. Whether he abided by it was entirely up to Mo Hui.
If Mo Hui considered Spirit Hall a threat and decided to act against it, their Spirit Hall would have no recourse whatsoever.
This feeling of one's fate being in the hands of a single person was intolerable to anyone, let alone Bibi Dong, the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall?
Moreover, even if Mo Hui kept his promise, over three years had already passed since the five-year agreement, leaving only over a year until the final deadline. In just over a year, she wasn't confident she could become a god, so this change came at the perfect time, buying her precious time.
Subsequently, Bibi Dong went to the Supreme Pontiff Palace, summoned Yue Guan and Gui Mei, rested her hand on her chin, and casually asked them, "How are the preparations for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan coming along?"
"Reporting to Your Holiness, the preparations for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan are almost complete. We only need Your Holiness's command, and the final preparations can be finished within a few days."
Yue Guan placed one hand on his chest and saluted Bibi Dong.
"Good!"
Upon hearing Yue Guan's words, Bibi Dong immediately stood up with her Supreme Pontiff's scepter and said with a smile to Yue Guan and Gui Mei, "Issue my secret decree: gather the army. In five days, flatten the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"Yes, Your Holiness!"
As soon as Bibi Dong uttered these words, both Yue Guan and Gui Mei became excited. After so many years of preparation, they could finally eradicate the Upper Three Sects.
Although it was only one of the Upper Three Sects, if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was destroyed, would the other two Sects be far behind?
Clear Sky Sect? They were merely a group of stray dogs forced by them to abandon their subordinate forces and hide in the mountains!
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? If it weren't for Mo Hui's deterrence, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would have been annihilated by their Spirit Hall already.
Now, the only one their Spirit Hall could call an opponent was Mo Hui alone!