I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Mo Chen was stunned. Although he had known, he was still shocked to see such power with his own eyes. He hadn’t expected Wang Meng to have already mastered the power of the Dragon Roar Moon. But to what extent?

’I suppose we’ll only find out when he meets an even stronger opponent,’ he thought. ’And as for him... has he truly mastered... *that*...?’

Gazing at Wang Meng’s calm expression, Mo Chen suddenly found his answer. A cold sweat broke out on his back. Perhaps only he truly understood the heights this man was destined to reach. One could only imagine the fate of anyone who stood against him.

’The Taiyin Sect’s glory is secure.’

Mo Chen smiled. "Junior Brother, do you remember what I said?"

Yuu Kunlun faltered. Seeing Mo Chen’s knowing smile and the look of reverence in his eyes, he suddenly stiffened. "You mean to say..."

Mo Chen nodded, then shook his head. Some things could only be understood, not spoken aloud.

In that instant, Kunlun Ascendant, one of the top experts in the Cultivation Realm, felt his hands and feet turn ice-cold.

’What could possibly come after the Divine Statue and the Dragon Roar Moon?’

As he watched Wang Meng accept the cheers of the crowd, Yuu Kunlun made a solemn decision in his heart.

"The Taiyin Sect is safe for the next hundred years," Yuu Kunlun said.

Mo Chen nodded emphatically.

Wang Meng was a man who valued loyalty above all else. The Taiyin Sect had repeatedly lent its aid during the Holy Hall’s most critical moments. The less Wang Meng said about this enormous favor, the more it proved he had etched it into his heart.

In the end, Vast Sea decided that the final battle would be held in ten days. It would directly determine who was number one under the heavens, as well as the first successor to the Star Alliance.

At this moment, in every street and alley, in every major Cultivation City and Sect, all the Cultivators were discussing it with feverish excitement. Any match-up between these four would be an earth-shattering, explosive duel. Everyone wanted to know who would ultimately emerge victorious.

Some even thought to themselves that perhaps only a clash among these four could reveal their true limits.

All four of them had won with an absolute advantage; their opponents had been completely powerless once they unleashed their true strength.

So what would happen when the four of them clashed?

It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that this was Wang Meng’s path to kingship. No one called Wang Meng or the Holy Hall a "dark horse" anymore. Now, all Wang Meng had to do was wait for others to challenge him.

The Divine Statue, personally acknowledged by the Dragon Emperor. The Cultivators now understood. When the Dragon Emperor said Wang Meng’s ability was not the Dragon Emperor Holy Statue, it wasn’t a slight. Rather, he believed Wang Meng’s power was even more noble than the Dragon Emperor Body.

Everything about Wang Meng was spreading at Light Speed throughout all the Small Thousand Realms. Perhaps Ji Wanli could take some small comfort in this; after all, his speed was genuinely the fastest. It’s just that in front of a Controller of time, even the swiftest rabbit could be turned into a tortoise.

For the Holy Hall Beings, this was a day of celebration. In fact, it wasn’t just the Holy Hall; the No Illusion Demon Sect felt the same. Within the scope of Human Cultivators, the final contest was now between Wang Meng and Lin Jinghao—a Saint Cultivator and a Demon Cultivator. Mingren was considered part of the Pure Land, representing the Demon Race, while Linglong naturally represented the Dragon Race.

After this battle, the Holy Hall had stormed into the top ten of the Star Alliance, replacing the Treasure Artifact Sect. Wang Meng’s strength was simply too heaven-defying. For Cultivation Sects, a sect’s power largely depends on the strength and potential of its Sect Leader, and Wang Meng’s potential was clearly limitless.

If the Holy Hall were isolated, a situation like Wang Meng’s could be very dangerous. But now, the Holy Hall was surrounded by powerful supporters like the Taiyin Sect, the Celestial Rainbow Sect, and the Dharma Flower Sect. Sects like Ling Fei’s Flower Fairy Sect, the Treasure Artifact Sect, and the Cyan Cloud Sect were on good terms with them as well. This was a rare and valuable position to be in. For some sects, it was better to support the Holy Hall than to allow the No Illusion Demon Sect to expand endlessly or let the Extreme Dao Alliance’s power swell. Besides, Wang Meng’s character had an excellent reputation.

When many learned that Wang Meng had come from the mortal realm and reached this point step by step, everyone was dumbfounded. This was perhaps even more astonishing than the Divine Statue. All who heard of it couldn’t help but click their tongues in wonder. This shocking revelation clearly attracted more attention from Cultivators than the established prestige of Major Sects like the No Illusion Demon Sect.

The final battle would be fought at a different location. It was obvious that Sky City could hardly withstand a battle of this caliber, so all the top experts returned to the Great Yuan Realm.

After a series of grueling battles, the only ones left representing the humans were Wang Meng and Lin Jinghao—one a Saint Cultivator, the other a Demon Cultivator.

When the Holy Hall Beings arrived in Starlight City via the Teleportation Array, the city’s entire Cultivator population erupted. At this moment, Wang Meng was the undisputed king of Starlight City.

It wasn’t just Wang Meng; Zhang Xiaojiang, Hu Jing, Suo Ming, Zhou Qian, Yang Ying, Li Tianyi, and Ma Tian’Er—every single one of them was now a renowned name.

Times were different now. In the past, even a very strong Cultivator would need a long time to build a reputation, and they would have to face numerous incidents along the way. After all, you couldn’t just grab everyone you met and tell them how strong you were. The Battle of the Other Shore had undoubtedly accelerated this process, allowing them to burst onto the scene with incredible speed.

Of course, it was also far more unforgiving. On this stage, those charlatans with no real strength were immediately exposed for what they were, some even blasted into dust.

The Cultivators roared their names. They lined the streets to welcome them, a show of respect reserved for the strong and the brave.

Zhang Xiaojiang and the others had fought with all their might, battle after battle, to win glory for the Holy Hall. This was not something Wang Meng could have achieved alone.

This was the strength of them all.

Lv Yuantian personally came to welcome them, a point of pride for the Starlight Cultivation Academy. His academy had originally been the weakest, never managing to recruit any particularly strong students. That was why even a sect with the Holy Hall’s former ranking had sent quite a few people over. Lv Yuantian’s philosophy had always been to cast a wide net and hope to catch a few fish, taking it one day at a time. Who could have imagined he would end up catching a whale like Wang Meng?

This was a moment of glory. Many sects were now choosing to send their disciples to Starlight Academy. The future competition for disciples among the five great academies would surely become even more intense.

The Star Alliance had now formed a three-stage system: the various Small Thousand Realm Sects as the foundation, the five great Cultivation Academies as the place for elite refinement, and the Slaughter Space as the final test. In the past, the sect stage took up a significant amount of time. Now, however, the power of the academies was clearly growing. Though their history was short, they played a crucial role. This was a place where all the young Cultivators could showcase their talents without being constrained by various political interests.

Starlight Academy’s rise to prominence could not have come at a better time.

This was undoubtedly a situation where everyone came out a winner.

Upon arriving at the academy, they found that not only was Lv Yuantian present, but so were a group of Sect Leaders who were close to Wang Meng. The Holy Hall’s rise was now unstoppable; this new system seemed perfectly tailored for them.

Vast Sea had orchestrated this for a long time, and Liao Qingqiu had also made extensive preparations. In the end, though, it seemed all their efforts would serve only to benefit Wang Meng.

Could Mingren and Lin Jinghao stop Wang Meng?

It was truly hard to say. The Dragon Race would clearly stand on Wang Meng’s side; his performance was more than enough to earn the recognition of their powerhouses. If the Dragon Race gave him their full support, the Holy Hall’s power would undoubtedly take a qualitative leap, instantly becoming the strongest force in the Star Alliance. With the Taiyin Sect’s backing on top of that, there would be absolutely no problem helping Wang Meng secure his position as the first successor.

Meanwhile, the Four Directions Small Thousand World was as solid as an iron plate. The remnants of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect weren’t causing any trouble. Aside from the notoriously evil Cultivators who were eliminated, the rest had settled down peacefully. The whole affair was strange. It seemed as if Celestial Demon had prepared for this in advance. After his death in battle, a disciple of the Celestial Demon Sect had delivered a box to the Holy Hall. Inside was a detailed record of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect’s power distribution and the hiding places of some of its most heinous members, allowing Thunderbolt Yang Yingtian and his team to clean up with twice the result for half the effort.

Yang Yingtian and the others found this completely incomprehensible. Only Wang Meng and the few others who knew the truth understood.

Sometimes, living is simply for the sake of a conviction held deep within the heart, a conviction beyond right and wrong.

The rapid rise of Zhang Xiaojiang and the others ensured that the Holy Hall wouldn’t become top-heavy. The strength they displayed quickly made them the sect’s backbone. And one could be sure that from among those watching with fiery gazes, even more outstanding disciples would be born.

Everyone chatted and laughed. As they spoke, their treatment of Wang Meng was now one of genuine equality. In the past, when they referred to him as their "little brother," they were merely acknowledging his potential for growth. Now, it was no longer about potential. The power Wang Meng had displayed made even these Sect Leaders look at him with newfound respect.

Everything Vast Sea and Liao Qingqiu had done over the years had been correct. The power of the younger generation was exploding with a speed and ferocity that was indeed better than the classical methods.

Still, the Sect Leaders would occasionally wonder why Vast Sea and Liao Qingqiu had done all this. After all, the stronger the Cultivators became, the better it was for Vast Sea, since he was the first Master of Star Alliance. But what about Liao Qingqiu?

The stronger the Human Cultivators became, wouldn’t things become more difficult for the Demon Race?

Regardless of success or failure, most sects were celebrating, with only a few exceptions.

Take the Cyan Cloud Sect, for instance. Bu Qingyun’s performance had redeemed the name of Classical Sword Cultivators. Although he had regrettably failed to break into the top four, it was enough. At the very least, Bu Qingyun was now one of the top eight experts, a rank far higher than any Cultivators’ previous speculations and rankings.

A rather sullen group was the Ghost Sect. They had been incredibly ambitious but had returned in defeat, and they hadn’t even lost to one of the very strongest. The Ghost Sect’s ranking had plummeted. Wu Wang had once been one of the most prominent figures, and also the loudest trash-talker. The Battle of the Other Shore had undoubtedly exposed him for what he was. He wasn’t even in the same league as Lin Jinghao and the others. From now on, he would have to tuck his tail between his legs.

Ji Wanli was a different case. Being stopped at the last moment before the top four was certainly a heavy blow for him, but he had been helpless against the Divine Statue. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only swallow the bitter pill of defeat.

This Battle of the Other Shore was also the long-awaited moment for the Extreme Dao Alliance to erupt. Among the Ten Great Sects, both the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect and the Holy Light Sect—ranked fourth and fifth respectively—belonged to the Extreme Dao Alliance, making it an undeniable power.

Since Vast Sea had established the rules of the game, the Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable had realized over the years that overthrowing the system was impossible. Besides, after overthrowing it, he would just have to rebuild it. So why not simply take over the nest? The Extreme Dao Alliance certainly had the strength to do so. The Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable’s appearance to cheer on his members was a sign of this intent. Their confidence stemmed from the speed of the Light Body, which was considered an unbeatable, absolute limit. No one had expected its wielder to run headfirst into Wang Meng and get knocked unconscious.

Now that things were out in the open, there was nothing left to hide. Yellow Springs wasn’t worried about Vast Sea launching some kind of purge. First of all, it was debatable whether Vast Sea could even touch them. And even if he could, the Star Alliance itself would suffer a grievous blow. The dozens of sects centered around the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect and the Holy Light Sect were far too deeply entangled. Besides, as far as the Star Alliance was concerned, could it not tolerate a dissenting voice?

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