For example, Poseidon’s current Rank is locked at the Peak of a First-Class God.
If he passes on his God Position, he can break through the shackles of that position and strike for the God King level.
But cultivating on one’s own is so tiring.
If the successor’s talent is exceptional and they break the original limit through their own ability, then Poseidon, as the original owner of the God Position, would naturally break through to the God King Rank due to this special rule.
“Lord, I understand.” “I have perfectly embedded the sacred power of the Angel God into the Sea God’s divine force, creating a divine skill called Seagod’s Light.” A faint, imperceptible smile curled at the corners of Poseidon’s mouth.
Finally, he could finally escape this God Realm!
Not long ago, the Asura God had found him and explained his escape plan and the benefits he might gain.
Poseidon naturally agreed to such a thing with both hands raised in approval.
Because Poseidon’s God Position was condensed through the Power Of Faith, the level of faith provided by the humans and Spirit Beasts on Douluo Planet naturally influenced him, and even the upper limit of his successor.
Coincidentally, the two of them simultaneously thought of another faith-based god who had ascended from the Douluo Continent—the Angel God.
For such a brute whose mind was filled with nothing but slaying evil and promoting justice, it was far too easy for the two gods to scheme against and kill him.
During one of the Angel God’s missions, the two gods ambushed and killed him in a place far from the Douluo God Realm.
Because of the God Realm Hub, they were unable to completely control the Angel God Position, only managing to hastily strip away part of the sacred power for Poseidon.
The Angel God also had a wisp of a remnant soul hiding within the Angel God Position, waiting for Reincarnation.
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Douluo Continent, Wuhun City, The Pope’s Palace.
After several consecutive days of travel, Qian Xunji and the duo of Yue Guan and Gui Mei finally returned to their base.
The experience along the way was truly unpleasant.
They had to travel quickly while also preventing themselves from being discovered by other factions.
If other factions found out about the Immortal Herb and that Soul Bone Qian Xunji was carrying, there’s no telling what kind of trouble would ensue.
“After you two return, familiarize yourselves well with your increased spirit power.
As for hunting for your ninth spirit ring and breaking through to Titled Douluo, don’t be in a hurry for now.” “Once I distribute the Immortal Herbs to the Elders in the Enshrinement Hall and Elder Palace and they complete their Breakthroughs, I will have them accompany you to the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest to slaughter those two ‘Licker Beasts’.” Yue Guan and Gui Mei looked at each other in confusion; clearly, they didn’t understand what a ‘Licker Beast’ was.
But according to Qian Xunji, those could be 100,000-year Spirit Beasts.
Just thinking about their ninth spirit rings being 100,000-year red circles made their hearts race with excitement.
There was a secret on the Douluo Continent that had long circulated among high-level Soul Masters.
If you don’t break through to Douluo before Rank 60, you will be forever barred from Rank 95 and above.
If the ninth spirit ring is not a 100,000-year one, your ultimate achievement will stop at Rank 98.
Even with a full set of Soul Bones, it is almost impossible to reach that human limit—Rank 99!
Qian Xunji was willing to provide them both with 100,000-year ninth spirit rings; to Yue Guan and Gui Mei, he was practically a Great Saint!
How honored they were!
“We understand, Lord Saint!” The two of them knelt on one knee in public and performed a knight’s salute to Qian Xunji, signifying that from now on, they were completely branded as Qian Xunji’s men.
Qian Xunji nodded with satisfaction and then headed toward the The Pope’s Palace.
On the way back, he had basically figured out the current state of his Spirits.
With his Seraphim Spirit improving once again, and having inadvertently absorbed some of the divine force dissipated from the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings, His total spirit power had now reached the threshold of Rank 90.
However, the first eight Spirit Abilities of his Angel Spirit had been washed away by a mysterious power.
Leaving behind only five brilliant golden spirit rings.
The form of these spirit rings was clearly not something from the Douluo Continent.
The Spirit Abilities engraved on them corresponded to Saint Kayle’s passive plus her four skills.
The only difference was that the passive skill engraved on the first spirit ring manifested on Qian Xunji as an Angelic Sacred Sword inscribed with countless complex runes.
Whether to turn his attacks into a long-range output form was also entirely up to Qian Xunji’s whim.
Similarly, the spirit rings circling his Fallen Angel Spirit were the same as those on his first Spirit.
A total of five special deep-purple spirit rings, engraved with the passive and four skills of the Fallen Angel Morgana.
So, the current Qian Xunji could be described as a Spirit King with the power of a quasi-Titled Douluo.
“I still have eight spirit ring slots left.
Excluding the two slots for Spirit Avatars, I still need to find six spirit rings with powerful offensive attributes.” Qian Xunji muttered to himself.
In Qian Xunji’s current view, the most suitable sixth spirit ring for him would be the Scarlet King hiding beneath the Lake of Life, and the seventh would be that big fat worm.
But he could only think about these things for now.
He could guarantee that if he really went to slaughter the Scarlet King, wouldn’t Di Tian charge out from below to fight him to the death?
As for the remaining spirit ring slots for the Fallen Angel, the Hell Demon Dragon King Zi Ji, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and the Evil Spirit Orca King were quite suitable.
While thinking, Qian Xunji arrived at the main gate of the The Pope’s Palace.
In the past, he had been subservient before Qian Daoliu, but now he was the successor of a Divinity.
Facing this cheap god-servant father of his, Qian Daoliu, shouldn’t he strike hard?
“Old man, I have something to say to you.” With a loud bang, Qian Xunji kicked open the doors of the The Pope’s Palace.
Qian Daoliu, who was sitting on the Supreme Pontiff’s throne reviewing files, felt his anger rise instantly.
Condensing spirit power filled with rage in his hand, he slammed it heavily toward the desk.
The desk shattered at the sound, bearing a force it should never have had to endure.
Desk: Feed me peanuts!
Feed me peanuts, dammit!
The guards responsible for the security of the The Pope’s Palace tactfully withdrew and closed the palace doors.
Good grief, they could get a front-row seat to the drama between the Supreme Pontiff and the Saint every day at work.
This job was truly too interesting.
“Unfilial son!
I won’t say anything about you sneaking Yue Guan and Gui Mei out to goodness knows where to fool around.” “But look at you now, acting like a hoodlum, without a shred of the refinement a descendant of my Angel Family should have.” “With that scrawny, monkey-like face of yours, how can I pass the vast foundation of Spirit Hall into your hands in the future?!”