At this moment, countless eyes turned toward the source of the voice—toward the headquarters of the Spirit Pagoda, where Di Tian stood.
A moment ago, Qiangu Dongfeng had been as lifeless as a frostbitten eggplant, slumped in despair. But now, he suddenly stood up, no longer dispirited.
He gazed at Di Tian in a mixture of shock, horror, and overwhelming joy.
The shock and horror came from Di Tian's sheer audacity—how could he dare to challenge the entire human race single-handedly?
It wasn't just the Sun-Moon Federation; even the powerhouses from the distant Star Luo and Dou Ling Continents were being dragged into this.
How did he dare?!
Yet, beneath that shock, there was an overwhelming joy—his chance for revenge had arrived.
Qiangu Dongfeng did not believe Di Tian had any chance of success. Even though he had nearly perished at Di Tian's hands just moments ago, he still held firm in his belief.
Just among those he knew of, there were at least a dozen Limit Douluos still alive. The number of four-word battle armor masters was even greater.
Not to mention, in this age of advanced soul tool technology, military-grade soul tools provided an immense boost to combat power.
Ten thousand years ago, even a single soul engineer legion, using linked soul tools, could unleash attacks capable of threatening a Limit Douluo. The former Sun-Moon Empire Emperor, Xu Tianran, had once commanded several such legions to hunt down and successfully eliminate two Limit Douluos of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Now, ten thousand years later, the Sun-Moon Federation had eight main military corps, each with its own soul engineer legions.
Even if it came down to sheer numbers, Qiangu Dongfeng believed that they could pile up enough bodies to kill Di Tian.
And if all else failed, the Federation still had its ultimate weapon—Eternal Heaven—as the final safeguard.
The power of a Rank-12 fixed soul-guided shell had been enough to annihilate Yun Ming, even when he had burned his demi-god status to gain true god-like strength.
Let alone Di Tian.
After analyzing the situation internally, Qiangu Dongfeng suddenly felt that Di Tian was not so terrifying after all.
The advantage was on his side.
A trace of delight welled up in his heart, and a sneer appeared in his eyes as he looked at Di Tian:
"No matter how powerful an individual is, what can he do? Can he stand against the combined might of humanity's strongest warriors and the pinnacle of human ingenuity? A soul beast is still just a soul beast—how foolish."
Perhaps due to the unspoken bond between father and son, Qiangu Dieting glanced at Qiangu Dongfeng with an expression that seemed hesitant to speak but ultimately remained silent.
A little overconfidence was better than being crushed into despair by Di Tian.
This mindset was precisely why, despite possessing top-tier talent, Qiangu Dongfeng had never been able to glimpse the quasi-god realm through the unyielding will of his Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul.
Compared to his son's burning desire for vengeance, Qiangu Dieting was much calmer.
It wasn't that he did not want to avenge his eldest son, Qiangu Qingfeng.
Rather, he never underestimated an opponent.
As his title suggested, he was proud but pragmatic—he would never belittle any adversary.
And now, standing before them was Di Tian, the Beast God—an entity whose lifespan stretched beyond recorded history.
Their Spirit Pagoda's archives, tracing back to their very origins, already had records of Di Tian's existence.
If Di Tian dared to challenge all of humanity alone, then he must have something to rely on.
There was a real possibility that a hidden force of soul beasts was waiting in the shadows, ready to strike a devastating blow at humanity at the perfect moment.
A chill ran down Qiangu Dieting's spine, and with great difficulty, he tore his gaze away from Di Tian, shifting it toward the now fully exposed Star Dou Forest.
Yet, contrary to the legends of old—where the Beast God emerged and all beasts followed—there was no grand tide of soul beasts surging forth.
Instead, there was only an ominous stillness—the calm before the storm.
A dreadful thought took root in Qiangu Dieting's mind, filling him with deep regret.
Three thousand years ago, during the great war, they should have mobilized all their strongest forces.
Even if it came at an astronomical price, they should have killed Di Tian back then.
At that time, they could have used the soul beasts of the Star Dou Forest as hostages to force him into submission, leaving him no avenue for escape.
But now?
Forget about killing Di Tian—the entire Star Dou Forest was clearly prepared for war.
It was too late.
Further away, near the Spirit Pagoda's headquarters, various factions had already begun to mobilize.
Once, Shrek Academy and Tang Sect had jointly led many of these forces.
But now, Shrek Academy was gone. Only Tang Sect remained.
At this moment, Amorous Douluo Zang Xin led an army of strong soul masters, racing toward the Spirit Pagoda's headquarters.
More and more elite soul masters and powerful families joined their ranks.
This included, but was not limited to:
The Xie Family, guardians of the Blacksmith's Association
The Hongchen Family, leaders of the Mecha Master's Association
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, an ancient and hidden sect
The sky was filled with Titled Douluos, soaring like meteors streaking across the heavens.
A truly magnificent and awe-inspiring sight.
Meanwhile, across the sea, on the Star Luo and Dou Ling Continents, countless experts floated in mid-air.
Di Tian's voice echoed in their ears, while the ultimate darkness above loomed, stretching across the vast ocean, now casting its shadow upon the skies of the Star Luo and Dou Ling Empires.
This was Di Tian's declaration of murderous intent toward all of humanity.
The oppressive force was equal upon all—whether ordinary mortals or the most noble of soul masters, none were spared.
The atmosphere was suffocating, like the dark clouds before a storm, threatening to crush an entire city beneath its weight.
Among all the gathered experts, only Kirin Douluo Tong Yu, the pillar of the Star Luo Empire, remained unaffected.
Standing atop the highest point of the imperial palace—the Royal Observatory, reserved for members of the royal family—his eyes shimmered with the light of the five elements.
His vision stretched unnaturally far, reaching across continents.
But then—
A golden dragon's eye exploded into existence within his view.
A blinding light erupted from it.
In an instant—
Tong Yu went blind.
Staggering backward as if struck by an immense force, he nearly collapsed—until a pregnant woman beside him caught him and steadied his body.
The five-colored light faded, and blood trickled from his eyes.
Fortunately, his vision returned, and he did not suffer permanent blindness.
"I'm fine, Yun'er." He shook his head, reassuring his wife.
Dai Yun'er—once a proud genius with twin martial souls—had ultimately yielded to royal pressure and duty.
After coming of age, she married Tong Yu and soon became pregnant.
Nearby, Emperor Dai Tianling hurried over, his voice filled with concern.
"Tong Yu, what's the situation?"
"Extremely strong. We must unite the strongest forces and all our resources from the three nations to stand a chance of eliminating Di Tian."
"We cannot afford to sit back and watch. We must act."
Realizing that all of humanity was at stake, Dai Tianling did not hesitate.
He immediately granted Tong Yu full authority over all the Star Luo Empire's Titled Douluos.
With no time to waste, Tong Yu led over a hundred Titled Douluos on a grand march toward Di Tian.
Back at the palace, Dai Yun'er gazed into the distance, worry clouding her eyes.
Seeing this, Dai Tianling reassured her:
"With Tong Yu's Limit Douluo strength and four-word battle armor, he will surely return safely."
But Dai Yun'er paid no attention to her father's words.
She continued to gaze into the distance—full of worry.
Of course, she wasn't worrying about her husband.
Or even her unborn child.
(End of Chapter)