With the True Abyssal Lord’s arrival, the invasion reached its fever pitch. Humanity’s lines buckled again and again—held together only by soul tools. Yet even that was not the core of the crisis. The True Abyssal Lord himself, already at quasi-divine power and wielding the ultra-divine weapon Heaven-Saint Rift Trident, was simply unstoppable.

"This realm is excellent—complete laws, and the Divine Realm’s lot are too busy with foreign enemies to notice me. Within three days I’ll become a true god. With my ultra-divine weapon, even a first-rank god will not frighten me."

Murmuring to himself, the True Abyssal Lord plunged into slaughter.

Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, the two apex Titled Douluo, met him in the sky. Without the Angel God’s remnant power on Qian Daoliu and the Rakshasa inheritance on Bibi Dong, the pair would not have lasted a single exchange. Even so, they were driven back, forced to break off every ten moves to avoid fatal blows. Their battle—ten thousand meters above—still tore great wounds across the land below.

"Die!"

After a hundred rounds, the True Abyssal Lord finally found a killing line and cleaved toward Bibi Dong.

"Long time no see, Abyssal Lord. Bullying my wife—what exactly do you call that?"

Li Chang’an appeared behind Bibi Dong, one arm around her waist; with the other, he hurled a blood-red sword to meet the trident’s blow.

The Shura Divine Sword—the ultra-divine weapon once taken from Tang Chen.

"It’s you." The True Abyssal Lord sneered. "You’re barely level ninety-five. How do you intend to defy divine might?"

Li Chang’an merely pointed downward.

On the ground, his companions and the 108 shadow guards were counterattacking in tight formation; powerful spirit beasts had joined—Bear Lord, Emerald Swan Bi Ji, and more.

A spark across the front became a spreading flame; the tide slowly began to turn.

"And if I crush you?" the True Abyssal Lord said coldly. "I can snuff out the rest with one hand."

A deep voice sounded behind him. "Such arrogance."

A black-robed man appeared without warning, aura vast as a sea.

Beast God, Di Tian.

"You still have helpers," the True Abyssal Lord said, wary now—but no more than that. He was quasi-divine, armed with an ultra-divine weapon; how could gnats shake him?

Li Chang’an moved.

Nine soul rings rose behind him—

gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold—

nine million-year soul rings blazing like nine suns, the Pangu Axe in his hands.

"Di Tian, support the ground battle. Leave him to me," Li Chang’an ordered.

Di Tian gave him a long look—then, with a trace of pity for the True Abyssal Lord, dove toward the front.

"Big words!" The trident carved through space; the sky itself cracked.

"Pangu Axe—, First Form (severely suppressed)!

By my word, for one minute, I wield the power to perform the First Form."

A golden arc unfolded.

Across the firmament, a blade of light coursed from horizon to horizon. Everyone on Douluo—Bibi Dong, the armies, the spirit beasts—felt it.

The sky itself was being split.

This was what Li Chang’an had labored two months to grasp—only the most weakened shard of a single move—yet even that demanded a starting point few could dream of.

There was no flourish, no speech—only the strike.

Screams erupted.

"—No!"

"My body—!"

Abyssal creatures dissolved to smoke and blew away. Even the True Abyssal Lord was no exception.

The true First Form would require a ninety-nine-level foundation, but with all soul rings advanced to the million-year threshold, Li Chang’an had barely touched the prerequisite through sheer accumulation—and one more oath of law.

He exhaled, then spoke again—voice solemn, carrying across the continent:

"I proclaim: from this day, the Abyssal Plane shall nourish Douluo instead. Spirit masters at level ninety-nine may break the limit and become gods; all cultivation on the continent will speed severalfold; ordinary folk shall have their lifespans extended by twenty years."

The words rang from ocean to mountains—weighty, irresistible.

[Ding: You revealed divine might to all of Douluo. +5,000,000,000 points]

Five billion—more than he had ever earned in total before. With that and the redirected Abyssal energy, he could forge dozens of deities if needed.

Then Li Chang’an swayed in the air, motionless.

Three hundred pinprick wounds opened across his body, bleeding at once; his face turned ashen.

The backlash had arrived.

"Chang’an!" Bibi Dong caught him as he fell, tears already spilling.

[Ding: Due to host’s condition and the coming crisis, reward unlocked—Heaven-and-Earth Dual Canon.

Practice jointly with the opposite sex to ignore bottlenecks; all participants reach God-King within three years; the lead cultivator gains power beyond even that.

Note: Due to excessive potency, the Canon requires simultaneous cultivation with twenty-one partners]

Li Chang’an: ...

A method to break to God-King in three years—with balanced yin and yang. Use it, or watch the world burn?

He tallied, mind racing: Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, Qian Renxue, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Mu Xi, Liu Erlong, Ye Xuan, Bai Xue, Shui Bing’er, Huo Wu, Gu Yuena, Ye Lingling, Meng Yiran... Fourteen. Add Ah Yin, Ah Rou, and perhaps Tang Yuehua—then Bi Ji the Emerald Swan and the Goddess of Life...

For Douluo’s sake, there was only one path through.

Unconscious but lucid enough to explain, he laid out the Canon and the stakes. Without it, he would not recover; without a legion of God-Kings, the realm could not endure what was coming.

Silence fell—then resolve.

At the same time, in the distant Divine Realm, three first-rank gods and one God-King fell.

Dual cultivation began. Bi Ji, Tang Yuehua, and the Goddess of Life were invited and agreed—for Douluo.

Three years passed—arduous and relentless, yet filled with undeniable growth.

At first, shyness; later, only clarity: power was rising, tangibly, undeniably.

Bibi Dong’s imperial poise, Hu Liena’s charm, Meng Yiran’s playful devotion, Mu Xi’s timidity, Qian Renxue’s noble fire, Zhu Zhuqing’s cool grace, Xiao Wu’s dancer’s lines, Ah Rou’s gentle maturity, Bai Xue’s alluring warmth, the Goddess of Life’s ceaseless vitality, Ning Rongrong’s heiress brilliance, Bi Ji’s respectful serenity, Gu Yuena’s dragon pride, Ye Xuan’s fierce loyalty, the Miao Ling’s mischievous purr...

Time was long; the road, certain.

"Rongrong—your Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda. Give me speed."

"Alright... Nine Treasures Bright, the second—Speed!"

Li Chang’an poured all five billion points into fruits, distributing them to every Spirit Saint and above. With the Abyss now nourishing the world, three years to divinity became a reality.

Three years later, the sundered Divine Realm poured foreign gods into Douluo. Bloodied though they were, they came certain of victory.

Then they saw it: nearly a thousand gods stood ready—newborn, yes, but gods nonetheless. Above them, twenty-one God-Kings. And a plain-clothed, absurdly handsome young man whose aura could not be read.

"Run!"

The foreign gods turned to flee—

But Douluo was sealed by the Donghuang Bell. There was nowhere to go.

The war—if it could be called that—lasted a single day.

Afterward, Li Chang’an reconstructed the Divine Realm, expanding it a hundredfold. There would be room enough for countless deities.

He established an Oversight Council.

Humans and spirit beasts would have equal chances at apotheosis.

On the continent below, a United Council formed with Spirit Hall as convener and delegates from every nation.

And then came the wedding.

Twenty-one brides, one ceremony.

All in crimson robes; phoenix coronets gleaming; a red tide three thousand Kilometres long.

From nearby divine realms, none dared not come to offer congratulations.

Under a sky of petals and blessings, the story drew to its close.

The End.

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Translator’s Note – A Message from the Author (note- not my words, i am just explaining it in my words)

Before we part ways with this story, I want to say is even though so many plotlines were still open and characters like the Goddess of Life, Bi Ji, and Tang Yuehua hadn’t received the development they deserved.

In China, web novels are published on large online platforms that follow strict government guidelines. If a story includes content that is considered too explicit or goes against certain social standards, it can be "harmonized" — a term local writers use humorously to describe temporary bans, censorship, or removal.

That’s what happened here. The book was suspended for seven days due to reported content. While it was later restored, its ranking and visibility dropped sharply, and the author also received a warning. Understandably, this caused a lot of stress. Continuing in the same tone or style could have risked another ban, and possibly a permanent account suspension.

Faced with these challenges, the author decided to wrap up the story quickly, even though it wasn’t the ending he originally envisioned. He didn’t want to abandon the readers without closure, but at the same time, he couldn’t afford to take further risks.