Chapter 300

Three months later—before the former Pope's Palace.

Ye Feng stood tall at the forefront.

In front of him stood Xiao Wu, Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Shui Yue'er, Hu Liena, Gui Mei, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and others—all of whom had now become gods.

"We're about to say goodbye to this world," Ye Feng said, his voice calm but resolute. "Are you all ready?"

"We're ready," Xiao Wu, Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Shui Yue'er, Hu Liena, Gui Mei, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and the rest replied in unison, voices steady with conviction.

"Then let's begin—ascend to the Divine Realm!"

With a thought, ten beams of light surged behind Ye Feng. The gray symbol on his forehead began to glow, and a pillar of divine light descended from the heavens. Slowly, Ye Feng's figure began to rise.

As if drawn by the same force, halos began to shimmer behind Xiao Wu and the others—three, five, even seven rings appearing depending on the god. Following Ye Feng's ascent, they too began to rise steadily toward the sky.

"Farewell to the gods!"

On the darkened plaza below, high-ranking officials of the United Nations dropped to one knee, eyes filled with awe, reverence, and envy.

"Farewell to the gods!"

The citizens of Spirit City knelt fully—both knees to the ground—as they watched the rare spectacle of so many gods ascending at once. It was a moment destined to be etched in history.

Ye Feng looked down and met the eyes of the person kneeling closest to the front. His voice turned solemn.

"Bai Chenxiang, I entrust the United Nations to you."

Bai Chenxiang's tone was unwavering as he vowed, "As long as I, Bai Chenxiang, draw breath, I will not allow anyone to bring harm to the United Nations."

Though Bai Chenxiang's talent was a bit lacking and he couldn't become a god, under Ye Feng's personal guidance, he had already become a Titled Douluo with nine spirit rings.

Ye Feng called out loudly, "Titan, Niu Gao, Yang Wudi, Bai He, Lou Gao, Ning Yixiao."

The six figures stood tall as Ye Feng continued, "Do your utmost to assist Bai Chenxiang. Rule the Douluo Continent with unity and harmony. Prioritize the people. Live in peace with the spirit beasts."

"We obey the divine command," the six responded in chorus.

Ye Feng, as a Special-Level God, could bring five people with him to the Divine Realm. Xiao Wu, as a First-Level God, could bring two. Among Huo Wu and the others, there were also First-Level Gods. Accompanying them were figures like Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, and other influential members from major clans—all set to ascend together.

Moments later, Ye Feng and his companions had risen more than 3,000 meters above the ground, bathed in holy light. Suddenly, a flash of radiant white light pierced through their vision, forcing their eyes shut. The space around them rippled.

In the blink of an eye—they arrived in another world.

This was the Divine Realm.

Here, clouds twisted and drifted, sometimes like tidal waves, sometimes like delicate maidens. The scenery shifted irregularly, but each transformation carried an indescribable beauty.

The air was thick with divine energy. Just a single breath could extend an ordinary human's lifespan by ten years. But absorbing this divine power wasn't something a regular human could withstand—it would destroy them.

Because this… was divine power.

And ordinary people could not survive here.

"Is this... the Divine Realm?" Old Jack murmured, leaning on his cane, marveling at the surreal beauty surrounding him.

Ye Feng nodded silently.

As a Creator-Level God, Ye Feng had the privilege of bringing five individuals into the Divine Realm. Old Jack was among them.

But Old Jack was no longer an ordinary man.

Without bending the rules, Ye Feng hadn't altered Old Jack's talent with divine power. Instead, he searched for rare treasures, using them to cleanse Old Jack's meridians—much like Tang San had once done for his disciples. He helped Old Jack awaken as a spirit master.

Though Old Jack's martial spirit was nearly useless, it didn't matter. Ye Feng's goal had never been to make him powerful—only to allow him to withstand the Divine Realm's pressure and… live.

Before Ye Feng turned six, Old Jack had been the one who raised him.

And Ye Feng couldn't bear to leave him behind to die of old age on the Douluo Continent.

"Are we going to live here now?" Huo Wu asked softly, her gaze lost in the heavenly view.

"The scenery here is amazing… Sister Huo Wu, are you still feeling reluctant?" Meng Yiran teased.

Though Meng Yiran called her "sister," it wasn't out of intimacy—just age. Huo Wu was Ye Feng's woman, while Meng Yiran belonged to Oscar.

"That's not it," Huo Wu smiled faintly, stealing a glance at Ye Feng.

"I know… as long as you're with Brother Ye, even if you lived in a public toilet, you'd be happy," Meng Yiran giggled.

"But he's so… wooden." Huo Wu blushed and pouted at Ye Feng. "It's been so long, yet he's never made me a real woman…"

"Girl," Huo Wu's father placed a hand on her shoulder and sighed. "Ye Feng's heart is still focused on Bibi Dong and the others' safety. He's not interested in sex. You should admire a man who values friendship like he does."

Now the God of Fire, Huo Wu had used her divine privileges to bring her parents with her to the Divine Realm.

"Alright, alright... So, where do we find Sister Dong, you wooden man?" Huo Wu asked with a playful glare.

Wooden man—that was her personal nickname for Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't answer. Instead, he closed his eyes and activated his spiritual sense.

He began to search for the divine auras of Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, Nine-Colored Goddess Ye Lingling, Sea God Shui Bing'er, Flower God Yue Guan, and Angel God Qian Renxue.

Shui Bing'er had ascended to the Divine Realm long before them. Her purpose? To support Bibi Dong and interfere with Tang San, now the Dragon God.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu remained quiet. There was something weighing on her heart.

Boom—

A burst of radiant light suddenly exploded in the distance.

There was no sound—because it was too far away. Had their arrival point not been atop a high mountain, they wouldn't have seen it at all.

"Something's going on. Let's move!" Ye Feng's expression turned sharp.

In a blink, he vanished using spatial energy, racing toward the source of the light—ten miles in an instant.

The others quickly followed, expressions turning serious as they trailed after him.

Roar—

A dragon's roar?!

As Ye Feng closed the distance, he heard it clearly—a real dragon's roar.

His brows furrowed.

Could it be... the Golden Dragon King?

After the great war in the Divine Realm, the divine cores of all divine beasts had been destroyed, preventing them from attaining godhood. Even new divine beasts born afterward had their cores eliminated by the Divine Law Enforcement Team.

The Divine Realm had long since forbidden divine beasts from becoming gods.

So how... how could there still be a dragon roar?

A dreadful possibility flashed through Ye Feng's mind:

Had Tang San rescued the Golden Dragon King?

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