After the Douluo Plane evolved into a semi-divine realm, Di Tian ascended to godhood. By meticulously studying the legacy of the Holy Spirit Cult, he fully unlocked the potential of his brain, pushing his spiritual power to the level of a Second-Class God and surviving for tens of thousands of years.
With this alone, refining him into a divine weapon would undoubtedly be an excellent choice.
At this thought, the black dragon claw pressing down on Qiangu Qingfeng's head forced him to sink lower and lower.
Even though Qiangu Qingfeng had now reached a combat strength close to that of a true deity, he was still no match for Di Tian. He was merely delaying his inevitable death.
And he wouldn't be able to delay for long.
In a fleeting instant, Qiangu Qingfeng suddenly felt his body lighten. The sensation of his entire skeleton creaking and groaning disappeared.
A thought instantly flashed through his mind—Di Tian is exhausted!
Unfortunately, before this advantageous thought could turn into a sense of relief, an overwhelming darkness flashed above him—another black dragon claw, fully charged, came slamming down.
"Boom!"
At the moment of impact, Qiangu Qingfeng felt his bones shatter. He nearly lost consciousness, his body plummeting uncontrollably like a falling meteor, skimming across the dark flames before embedding into the ground.
Di Tian executed this black dragon claw with masterful precision, aiming to seal and extinguish the life force Qiangu Qingfeng had ignited.
Moments later, two claw tips reached into the crater and plucked out Qiangu Qingfeng's limp body. He had already fallen unconscious, his breath weak and fading. His four-word battle armor had been completely incinerated and destroyed.
Holding this now minuscule Ultimate Douluo in his grasp, Di Tian's dragon palm suddenly shimmered, revealing a spatial portal. A wisp of emerald-green light—the aura of the Seed of Life—appeared within.
Qiangu Qingfeng's life force was rapidly siphoned away. His black hair turned visibly gray at an alarming rate.
As his life energy plummeted to the brink of death, emerald-green vines extended from within the portal, binding him tightly before pulling him into the spatial passage.
In the next instant, Qiangu Qingfeng—wrapped tightly like a cocoon in those vines—was transported to the core of the Great Star Dou Forest, right by the Lake of Life, where he was placed under the watchful eyes of Bi Ji and the Myriad Demon King.
With his life force nearly drained, there was no concern about him waking up and resisting. If necessary, Bi Ji could easily end his life with a single Judgment of Life.
If needed, his essence could nourish the Seed of Life; otherwise, he could be refined into a divine weapon. A 100% efficient use.
After securing his spoils of war, Di Tian cast a fleeting glance at the two Ultimate Douluo who had fled into the distance before retracting his gaze.
Two Ultimate Douluo were hardly worth his effort to pursue.
They were never his true enemies—his real adversaries had always been those beyond the so-called "Half-God" or "Quasi-God" levels.
Besides, he was now at the heart of the Spirit Pagoda's headquarters. The Ultimate Douluo affiliated with the Spirit Pagoda would return eventually. Why not sit back and wait?
With that, Di Tian folded his massive wings and landed atop the shattered remnants of the Spirit Pagoda's main tower, as if preparing for something.
He didn't even bother paying attention to the evil soul masters flitting through the ruins of the Spirit Pagoda's inner district.
This battlefield, where lives were falling like rain, was an irresistible feast for the Holy Spirit Cult's evil soul masters—just like dung beetles swarming a fresh pile of waste.
Even though Di Tian had no intention of protecting them and didn't avoid them in his attacks, they still willingly risked death to scavenge fresh souls and bolster the Holy Spirit Cult's foundation.
After all, most of the deceased were Spirit Pagoda's Spirit Masters. As professionals responsible for awakening soul masters, their spiritual power was typically quite strong, making their souls especially high-quality and delicious.
This entire scene was nothing short of a disaster on par with the twelve fixed soul-guided artillery shells that obliterated Shrek Academy.
Those high-ranking members of the Spirit Pagoda who had fled to the distance now watched, their hearts bleeding at the devastation.
Not long ago, Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect had suffered the same fate.
Now, in the blink of an eye, the Spirit Pagoda had met the same end.
Not long ago, the Spirit Pagoda's experts were relentlessly hunting down the evil soul masters like beaten dogs.
And now, the tables had completely turned!
Among all the grieving individuals, Qiangu Dieting was undoubtedly the most heartbroken.
In just the first round of battle against Di Tian, within mere seconds, three of the Qiangu Clan's Ultimate Douluo had suffered a tragic fate—one "killed in action" and another gravely wounded.
His own son had fallen into Di Tian's hands. What kind of fate could possibly await him?
Apart from the Qiangu family, other high-ranking members of the Spirit Pagoda's constituent clans were also present.
The Qiangu family had long monopolized the core areas of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, pushing most other clans to subordinate branches.
Ironically, today, that very exclusion saved them from annihilation.
Yet, the industries of the Spirit Pagoda belonged to all of them. The destruction of the headquarters was no cause for celebration.
Figures such as Leng Yaozhu and other senior officials of the Spirit Pagoda stood frozen, their eyes fixed in disbelief at the ruined, smoke-covered remains of their organization's central stronghold.
Even at this distance, Di Tian's overwhelming aura sent shivers down their spines.
"This… this shouldn't be possible?!"
According to the Spirit Pagoda's ancient records, three thousand years ago, when the Spirit Pagoda built the Star Dou Fortress, they had gathered the continent's major powers and waged war against the Great Star Dou Forest.
At that time, while Di Tian was undoubtedly formidable, three quasi-god-tier Ultimate Douluo—or a greater number of half-god-tier Ultimate Douluo—were able to hold him back.
But now, things were completely different!
The instant defeat of Qiangu Qingfeng, an Ultimate Douluo, proved that Di Tian's power had far surpassed that of three thousand years ago.
At this moment, a trembling voice broke the silence, pulling everyone's attention back to the present.
"He… what is he doing?!"
This startled exclamation instantly refocused all eyes on Di Tian.
Even Qiangu Dongfeng, who had been in a state of shock-induced numbness, raised his head once more to gaze at the terrifying beast perched atop the remains of their headquarters.
From where they stood, they could clearly see Di Tian, his massive and majestic dragon form coiled around the shattered remains of the Spirit Pagoda.
His enormous dragon head was raised high, and from his colossal maw, a pillar of pure darkness erupted skyward, piercing the heavens.
The clouds scattered instantly. The sky itself seemed to contract into a single black point—an absolute darkness that expanded outward, stretching to cover the sky and enshroud the land.
Within this boundless darkness, Di Tian's voice resounded:
"Humans of the continent, listen up. I am Di Tian—the Beast God, Di Tian!"
"If you consider yourself powerful enough… If you believe you are qualified to represent a faction or a family… Then come to the Spirit Pagoda headquarters."
"I will be waiting for you here. You have two days."
"In two days, a matter concerning the survival of all humankind will be decided. You may choose not to come—but be prepared to bear the consequences!"
Though his voice was not particularly loud, it spread across the entire continent, crossing the oceans and—through the sky-darkening black domain—reaching even the Star Luo and Heaven Dou continents overseas.
Whether they were Ultimate Douluo or ordinary mortals with no soul power at all, every single person heard Di Tian's words with absolute clarity.
(End of Chapter)