I Pick up a Lost Godhood

"You insignificant brat! How dare you ruin my creation! I’ll show you the power of a Creator God!"

Merely having one Talisman torn apart seemed to trigger something in Du Hao. He was seized by a mad impulse, and in an instant, dozens of Talismans flew from his body.

Each Talisman transformed into an object—a Spirit Beast, a dragon, a Demon Statue, even a mountain—all of them absorbing the surrounding Elemental Qi.

Together, they formed an entire legion...

Standing amidst them, Du Hao radiated the domineering aura of a conqueror with the world at his feet.

"You foolish, insignificant mortals! This technique is called All Things in the Universe! Suffer the wrath of a god!"

BOOM...

All the transformed Talismans blasted toward Lin Jinghao in a magnificent and ferocious barrage.

Lin Jinghao’s Good Person Fan snapped open. He pressed his left hand against its surface and abruptly fanned it forward.

The fan swelled in the wind, instantly blotting out the sun and sky.

WHOOSH~~~~~~~

A hurricane blasted forth. RUMBLE...

It felt as if the entire Dueling Platform was about to be blown away. When the Cultivators opened their eyes, the whole messy pile of cats, dogs, and what-have-you was gone... The problem was, Du Hao was gone too.

’Did he dodge?’

’What’s going on?’

A moment later, Du Hao returned, looking as though he’d been thrown back. He landed in a sloppy Sand Landing Goose Form, face-planted on the ground, bounced, bounced, bounced... and then THUD. He didn’t move.

’What in the world just happened???’

The crowd had imagined many outcomes, but no one thought he would be killed by a single wave of a fan.

’Was that guy made of paper?’

CLAP... CLAP... CLAP...

The applause came from Mengg Gu.

"Heh heh, he has perfected the Fan Universe technique. Lin Jinghao is the winner!"

The Cultivators had only seen a whirlwind, but the Great Perfection masters present saw it clearly. Hidden within the fan’s might was a surge of Elemental Power that had instantly solidified Du Hao.

His entire body seemed petrified, but it wasn’t true petrification. The moment that power touched him, Du Hao had simply frozen stiff.

SNAP~~

Lin Jinghao closed his fan and bowed to the audience. The Demon Crown Prince of the No Illusion Demon Sect had eliminated his enemy without a trace.

Hidden within that surging Magic was a silent, lethal killing blow.

A true demon looks like a good person.

Perhaps what Lin Jinghao pursued was becoming a true demon.

Who could understand him?

Lin Jinghao also pointed his hand to the sky... It was a declaration of war.

A declaration of war from a human expert.

There was no need to hide anymore. What needed to be shown had to be shown. It wasn’t for showing off, but a response—a way to tell his rivals that he had answered their challenge.

’I am here!’

’Waiting!’

The true experts of the younger generation had never taken the Great Perfection masters who were just there to fill the numbers seriously.

By the final round, it was unclear if someone had provoked them or if everyone simply decided they needed to build some momentum.

Following Mingren and Lin Jinghao, a succession of experts unleashed their power. Jii Wanli erupted, his Golden-Winged Roc Sacred Body finishing his opponent before they could even touch him.

The contestants from the Dragon Race also erupted. Linglong and Tianlong both used their exceptionally domineering Dragon Power to defeat their opponents, all of them building up their momentum.

Of course, the Demon Race didn’t hold back either. The crushing defeats of the Lord of Punishment and the Tiger King had infuriated them, and they responded in an equally domineering and aggressive fashion.

Experts from all sides advanced to the Pure Land with unstoppable force.

Naturally, there were also those who kept a low profile, like Bu Qingyun of the Cyan Cloud Sect. He remained as unexceptional as ever, neither disappointing nor surprising anyone, yet he passed through the rounds and easily entered the Pure Land.

Zou Chuang was also very low-key, which was completely unlike his former personality. The Tiger Crown Prince also secured his place in the Pure Land with steady-if-unremarkable performances.

Perhaps for him, victory was all that mattered; he cared little for anything else.

Fan Hong also found himself in a fierce battle. He had never imagined he would make it to the third round of the main tournament. But he refused to relax. He already knew that five members of the Holy Hall had made it into the Pure Land, and he had to go too. He wanted to rendezvous with everyone in the Pure Land!

He was a member of the Holy Hall Faction too.

Fan Hong’s Netherworld Dark Emperor Holy Statue was indeed extraordinary, but it wasn’t invincible. He had undergone extremely arduous training over the past three years—Fan Ru would certainly not have let him off easy. But his training was merely arduous; it was completely different from the ordeals Wang Meng and the others had faced.

But Fan Xiaoniao’s luck was still quite good. Since his successful conversion of the Marriage Robe Divine Technique, his suffering had finally paid off. He ultimately made it to the finals, earning his qualification to enter the Pure Land.

This made Fan Ru ecstatic. Securing a spot in the Pure Land was incredibly important for the Dharma Flower Sect and for him personally.

Fan Hong, however, wasn’t buying his old man’s act. "Stop smiling, I can see all your teeth. The Holy Hall got five people in, and we only got one. We’re both Sect Leaders, so how are you running things? When I take over, at least leave me a bigger inheritance to work with."

Fan Ru didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He gave Fan Hong a sharp rap on the head. "You little brat! You think your old man is some kind of pushover? Strengthening the Dharma Flower Sect is your job!"

Fan Hong hopped around in pain. "Hey, old man, go easy! What if I get amnesia again? You’ll have to find a new son."

Fan Ru was at his wit’s end with Fan Hong. He had no idea where the boy had learned to be so tactless.

ACHOO, ACHOO...

The Little Holy Hall was brightly lit, filled with celebration. To be precise, the celebration radiated out from the Little Holy Hall, encompassing the entire surrounding area.

The once-obscure Little Holy Hall had become a holy ground within Starlight Academy in just three years.

Master Wang couldn’t stop sneezing. He was drinking with Yang Ying, finally able to relax and celebrate, and also hoping to make the beautiful lady happy.

"Someone must really be thinking about me," Master Wang said, wiping his nose.

"Who knows? Maybe one of your lovers on the outside is thinking of you," Hu Jing interjected coolly.

Master Wang broke into a cold sweat. "Jingjing, I swear to heaven, I’m such an honest guy!"

"Dishonest people are always the first to say they’re honest."

"I left out a word. I meant to say, ’a guy as dishonest as me...’"

"See? You’ve admitted it yourself. There’s nothing more for us to say."

Ma Tian’Er and Yang Ying burst out laughing. No matter how powerful Wang Meng was, he was always at a loss when facing Hu Jing.

Master Wang had long since given up trying to struggle against this. When it came to these three dear confidantes, whatever they said, went.

A nimble little child with small pigtails squeezed through the crowd, with Xie Tianhua at her side, smiling apologetically at everyone. "Excuse me, excuse me. Pardon us, coming through."

"Big Brother, congratulations!"

"Haha, my adorable Little Cheng! What are you doing here?" Wang Meng said, naturally scooping Cheng Cheng into his arms.

"The Holy Hall is the best! You’re the only ones in the entire Star Alliance to get five people into the Pure Land!"

Xie Tianhua smiled from the side. "Congratulations, Master."

At this point, he was truly speechless. One person’s individual strength was admirable, but for Wang Meng to lead the Holy Hall disciples to this point was truly heaven-defying.

And don’t even say that these people were just exceptionally talented to begin with. Which Sect lacked talented disciples? The problem was, talent doesn’t equal strength, and strength doesn’t equal combat power.

Taking that final step was not something an ordinary person could do. Just as Mo Chen had said, if he could learn even twenty or thirty percent of Wang Meng’s methods, the future of the Taiyin Sect would be secure.

"You little imp, didn’t Zou Chuang and Tianhua get in too?"

Cheng Cheng shook her head. "They’re so clumsy. When I grow up, I want to join the Holy Hall too."

Xie Tianhua jumped in fright. "Little Ancestor, you can’t just say things like that!"

If Cheng Cheng switched over to the Holy Hall, he would surely be flayed alive and put on public display when he got back.

"Look how scared you are! How are you ever going to achieve anything great with so little courage?"

Cheng Cheng said. Seeing such an adorable, elfin little girl scolding the grand number-two figure of the Taiyin Sect like a naughty child, the crowd couldn’t help but chuckle.

In truth, Xie Tianhua still felt it was unfair. He was better than most, if not the best. But Cheng Cheng always compared him to her "Master" Wang Meng. Was that even a fair comparison?

It was just plain bullying.

"So cute! Come, let big sister hold you, okay?" Ma Tian’Er said. Ma Tian’Er was the type to be overwhelmed with affection, falling in love with anything beautiful and cute she saw.

"Okay! I love pretty big sisters the most."

Cheng Cheng’s words made Ma Tian’Er a little bashful.

Zhang Xiaojiang and the others also arrived and greeted Xie Tianhua, who returned the pleasantries politely—and with more sincerity than before. Previously, he had shown respect for Wang Meng’s sake, but now he truly had to change his attitude. The strength these people displayed would make them top-tier members in any Sect.

Then, Zhang Xiaojiang saw Cheng Cheng, looking like a little fairy, nestled against Ma Tian’Er’s ample chest, even rubbing her little face against it from time to time. He nearly had a nosebleed on the spot.

"Here, Little Chengcheng, let your big bro Fatty hold you."

Little Chengcheng looked at him with perfectly innocent eyes and uttered two words: "You pervert!"

In an instant, all the dignity Master Zhang had painstakingly built up crumbled to dust. The whole place roared with laughter.

Master Zhang felt utterly helpless. Ever since meeting Wang Meng, he had become a professional scapegoat. Why was it that when they both peeped on someone bathing, he was the pervert, while the other guy was just ’passing by’?

What Master Zhang wanted to do most was shout to the heavens: ’Actually, this bro is really pure and innocent.’

The Battle of the Other Shore had finally reached a fever pitch. Fifty top-tier experts of the new generation had emerged from the five great cities. These were, after all, the powerhouses who would influence the Star Alliance and rule the Small Thousand Realms in the future.

Incredibly, while it was thought that the younger generation’s standards would be limited, the result was the exact opposite. Their strength was already on par with the core generation. It was only a matter of time before they became the leading generation, and that time would not be long.

Ordinary Great Perfection masters were no match for them. There were indeed some Great Perfection masters participating in the competition, but they weren’t on the Star Alliance’s official records; they were powerful Loose Cultivators from various Small Thousand Realms. However, aside from a select few who advanced, they suffered the most crushing defeats of their lives, losing to opponents with weaker Elemental Power and shattering the theory that cultivation realm determined absolute victory.

This was also a testament to the success of the Star Alliance’s cultivation methods.

Previously, Cultivators were single-mindedly focused on cultivating their Elemental Power. They believed that reaching the Great Perfection realm, with the halo that came with it, made them seem invincible. All Magic and Alchemy Skill Techniques were just means to cultivate Elemental Power. But things were different now. With the advent of Life Artifacts and Holy Statues, and the expansion of Magic they brought about, reaching Great Perfection, or even Minor Perfection, was no longer the ultimate goal.

Realm was now just a benchmark. In fact, reaching a new threshold had become a challenge in and of itself.

「At the Pure Land Peak」

Two middle-aged men and an old man stood there. However, the two middle-aged men were far older than the sage-like elder.

These three were the kind of people who could make the Small Thousand Realms tremble with a stomp of their feet.

The Master of Star Alliance, Vast Sea; the Lord of Pure Land, Liao Qingqiu; and Dragon Emperor Tu Mu.

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(People often ask, how do you write something so passionate? There are too many techniques to analyze, but to put it bluntly, the most important thing is to light a fire under yourself. Then the blood gets hot... The side effect is that you tend to burn off fat, dammit.

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