Chapter 192: The Idea of Creating a Divine Throne

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The Blue Silver Grass unfurled once again, leaving behind only a mixture of shattered bones and bloodied flesh. Even the Eight Spider Lances had been completely severed under Wang Li's relentless Blue Silver Grass constriction. As for the venom of the Man-Faced Demon Spider, it had no effect on the Blue Silver Grass whatsoever. 

Wang Li glanced at the aftermath, moved his fingertips slightly, and the Blue Silver Grass sprouted anew. With a gentle flick, he retrieved the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges, intending to clean it up and check whether Tang San had stored anything valuable inside—it was, after all, his rightful spoils of war. 

Tang San was no longer qualified to be his opponent. He was simply too weak. Even as an experience source, he was nothing more than a low-level roadside monster that yielded almost nothing. 

The soul rings Tang San had acquired were absurdly mismatched. They didn't even force Wang Li to use his martial soul. But then again, with his raw strength of a hundred thousand jin, he could effortlessly pummel a Titled Douluo in a head-on fight. 

Below the divine realm, no one could rival him. The next step was to gain true divine power. 

Should he create his own divine throne or inherit an existing one? Wang Li leaned toward creating his own. Inheriting a divine position was indeed a shortcut, but the gods of the Divine Realm, instead of enjoying eternal life there, seemed eager to pass down their thrones and leave. 

This suggested that being a god—or rather, holding a divine throne—wasn't as glamorous as it seemed. It might even come with hidden flaws. 

For example, maintaining the Divine Realm might require these gods to continuously provide something—whether divine power or faith. Perhaps they couldn't leave the Divine Realm freely, essentially trapping them within it. 

These so-called "divine laborers" spent their lives cultivating divine power and collecting faith, only to use it all to pay their "rent," keeping the Divine Realm running and maintaining its core. 

Wang Li had no intention of falling into that trap. With his system-like abilities, as long as he became strong enough, he had no reason to step into the Divine Realm and subject himself to such restrictions. 

Therefore, he had to grow stronger—so powerful that even gods could not force him into anything against his will. 

Thus, he needed to prepare thoroughly. If he was to become a god, he wouldn't settle for anything less than god-king-level power. 

At that moment, Liu Erlong and Zhao Wuji approached with a group of people. No matter how conflicted they felt inside, they still greeted him with utmost respect: 

"Your Excellency, Blue Silver." 

Hearing this, Wang Li looked over. He had been listening for a while—Yu Xiaogang had already been killed, which was well deserved. Flender was also severely poisoned, beyond saving. 

He nodded slightly and said: 

"Tang San became a Fallen Spirit Master. I've already taken care of him. But your academy… producing a Fallen Spirit Master? It's fortunate that no catastrophic damage was done, or this would have been a serious issue." 

Hearing this, Liu Erlong and Zhao Wuji felt utterly helpless. Who would have thought that Tang San, once seemingly respectful and obedient, would go so far as to kill his own teacher? 

Now, faced with Wang Li's rebuke, they could only nod repeatedly, acknowledging their mistake. 

Liu Erlong bowed deeply. 

"Your Excellency, Blue Silver, thank you for avenging Xiaogang and Flender!" 

I didn't do it for them—I just eliminated a problem. Wang Li thought to himself but casually replied: 

"It was nothing." 

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Zhu Zhuqing all looked at Wang Li with complicated expressions. They were of similar age, yet Wang Li had already become a renowned Titled Douluo, capable of annihilating Tang San with a single move. To them, however, Tang San had always seemed an insurmountable force. 

Wang Li was about to leave when he suddenly turned his gaze skyward. A moment ago, the sky had been empty, but now, Sword Douluo was approaching with Ning Fengzhi, while the Second Elder of the Clear Sky Sect arrived alone. 

Upon landing, Ning Fengzhi scanned the surroundings, then flashed his signature refined smile and said: 

"Your Excellency, Blue Silver, news of your coronation in the Spirit Hall has already spread across the continent. Congratulations on becoming the youngest Titled Douluo in history! At only twenty years old, you've already ascended to the pinnacle of power—it's truly astonishing." 

"Now that you've returned to Heaven Dou City, although our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has suffered misfortune and is currently residing in the imperial palace, we still have our resources. Fine wine and gourmet food are in abundance. Your Excellency, we would be honored to have you as our guest." 

Wang Li glanced at the Clear Sky Sect's Second Elder, shook his head, and said indifferently: 

"Sect Master Ning, I appreciate your kind offer. Perhaps next time, if the opportunity arises." 

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi felt a tinge of disappointment, but he knew he couldn't insist. In truth, Wang Li had long since become someone beyond his influence. And now, even more so—Wang Li was not someone he could afford to offend. 

Thus, he could only nod and say: 

"Then next time it is. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will always welcome Your Excellency." 

At that moment, the Clear Sky Sect's Second Elder spoke up: 

"Your killing intent is far too heavy. Killing should be swift and decisive, yet you reduced a man to nothing but flesh and blood. Such brutality is truly fearsome." 

Wang Li turned to look at him, his expression amused. 

"I merely killed a Fallen Spirit Master. But interestingly enough, that very same Fallen Spirit Master attacked me using the Clear Sky Hammer. Who would have thought the once-revered Clear Sky Sect had become a sanctuary for filth and corruption? Tell me, Second Elder—can you guess who that person was?" 

The Second Elder only had to think for a moment before understanding. Among the current Clear Sky Sect disciples who possessed the Clear Sky Hammer, those in the sect remained within its walls, and those outside resided in the imperial palace. The only exception was one person. His expression darkened as he said in a grave voice: 

"You killed Tang San!" 

Wang Li nodded without hesitation. 

"Correct. So the Second Elder does acknowledge that he was one of your sect's disciples. And yet, your Clear Sky Sect allowed one of your own to become a Fallen Spirit Master." 

The Second Elder was seething with anger. They had long disavowed Tang San, yet they had secretly hoped he would rise to the rank of Titled Douluo, adding another powerhouse to their sect. 

But now, Tang San was dead. 

He glared at Wang Li with intense fury, but upon remembering Wang Li's overwhelming strength, he quickly averted his gaze, swallowing his resentment. In a subdued voice, he conceded: 

"No, he was not a disciple of our Clear Sky Sect. Both he and his father, Tang Hao, were expelled from our ranks long ago." 

He knew full well that despite being a Level 94 Titled Douluo, he was no match for Wang Li, who possessed two hundred-thousand-year soul rings. Back when Wang Li was merely a Spirit Douluo, he had already defeated Tang Hao. Now that he had reached the rank of Titled Douluo, his strength was bound to be even more terrifying. 

Though he himself could not challenge Wang Li, he believed that Sect Master Tang Xiao would eventually take action. When the time came, they would settle the score. 

He had enough self-awareness to restrain himself—for now. But just barely. He had yet to realize that the so-called mighty Clear Sky Sect was, in truth, nothing more than a paper tiger, completely incapable of resisting Wang Li. 

Seeing that the old man could keep his composure, Wang Li lost interest. He turned away and said: 

"Is that so? Then it would be best if your Clear Sky Sect refrains from interfering in my feud with Tang Hao and Tang San. I'm leaving." 

Tang San was dead, and now, the next step was his ascension to godhood. 

From the moment he gained his system, Wang Li had never planned to enter the Divine Realm. Why should he follow others' rules and subject himself to their constraints? 

(End of Chapter)