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"Your Holiness, isn't this a bit sudden?" Xue Beng asked. "Shouldn't we postpone the finals? Even if those seven teams start heading here now... Spirit City is quite far from Xiaohai City. The distance isn't comparable to the islands where they participated in the preliminary rounds. It would take at least seven or eight days for them to get here."
"No need," Bibi Dong replied calmly. "Tang San will transport them here. As for our audience, there's no need for disappointment. The broadcast will continue uninterrupted, so you can enjoy watching without worry." After speaking, she looked over at Tang San, who was approaching the stage.
"Everyone, prepare yourselves," Tang San announced as he stepped forward. Nine spirit rings emerged one after another, eight of them golden, with the final one an ethereal, chaotic mix. The sight of these rings left the audience wide-eyed in astonishment.
Golden spirit rings?
What kind of age limit do those have?
And that ninth ring—it sparkles like a starry sky, radiating a mysterious aura. What level of spirit ring is that?
But the most shocking part was that Tang San had nine spirit rings!
He was now a Titled Douluo!
"Uncle Bone, what level has Tang San's spirit power reached?" Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but ask Bone Douluo beside him through a mental link.
"I'm not sure," Bone Douluo responded, awe filling his gaze. "I can't sense any fluctuations in his spirit power, yet the pressure emanating from him rivals that of the Supreme Pontiff herself. He must have reached that realm by now." He sighed in amazement. "Isn't he still just under twenty? Yet he's already standing at the pinnacle of the Spirit Master path. And judging by those spirit rings, it seems he's taken the same path as Bibi Dong..."
"Ascension to godhood!"
Both Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo exchanged glances, filled with exhilaration.
Especially Ning Fengzhi, who could barely contain his joy. If this hadn't been a public setting, he'd have laughed out loud.
After all, Tang San was his future son-in-law!
"Rongrong really kept this hidden from us."
"Perhaps she was worried about people disturbing Tang San's progress."
"Would Tang San even care about interruptions? In the last Continental Elite Tournament, he practically flaunted his talent and prowess. Who could possibly hinder his progress?"
"Certainly no one could. Even as a Spirit King, he could unleash power rivaling that of the Supreme Pontiff..."
"By the way, when are Rongrong and Tang San planning to officially marry?"
The two of them were already whispering about names for the next generation.
Meanwhile, Tang San calmly raised his right hand and traced a circle in the air. A swirling portal with a diameter of about fifty meters appeared at the center of the arena.
"I've opened a spatial pathway to Xiaohai City. Just step through, and you'll arrive there instantly from Spirit City."
A new wave of awe swept through the crowd.
The Spirit Hall team was the first to enter, and simultaneously, a virtual screen appeared in the sky, showing their silhouettes:
Surrounding them were broken and charred ruins, scattered with lifeless remnants, save for the faint presence of Blue Silver Grass.
Looking farther out, an endless, vast ocean stretched to the horizon.
There was no doubt: the Spirit Hall team had arrived at Xiaohai City!
"What kind of teleportation ability is this…?" Xue Beng's voice trembled, struggling to imagine how they could possibly contend with an enemy like Tang San.
If he could only shrink distances himself, that would be remarkable enough, but Tang San could also open portals to send others along. With Tang San in their ranks, Spirit Hall's tactical flexibility was nearly limitless.
Imagine if the new Tian Dou Federation went to war with Spirit Hall. They could be holding a war meeting in their headquarters, only for Spirit Hall to open a portal right into their stronghold and send in troops to strike directly. How could they defend against that?
And if this power was used in conjunction with spies and assassins, even if the new Tian Dou appointed countless emperors, it wouldn't be enough to counter the assassinations by Spirit Hall.
"May I ask, Holy Son of Spirit Hall, how exactly do you create these portals?" Xue Beng inquired, trying to understand the nature of this power to prepare a counter-strategy.
Though he didn't possess the extraordinary talent of some Spirit Masters, he understood a few basic principles. For every ability, there exists a corresponding weakness; if he could find that weakness, it could be exploited.
Xue Qinghe reminded him, "Xue Beng, that question is out of line."
"Hmph!" Xue Beng snorted coldly. He didn't feel the need to listen to his older brother's instructions; after all, they were equals now!
"It's all right." Tang San nodded slightly toward Xue Qinghe, then addressed Xue Beng's question. "As long as one can control spatial elements and understand how they work, then set a coordinate point, creating a portal is possible."
Xue Beng: "…" He thought he understood, yet felt he didn't understand at all.
It wasn't just him; even Xue Qinghe found it hard to grasp. Only Bibi Dong, whose cultivation was approaching the godly realm, could sense the spatial element's power, experiencing a glimmer of enlightenment from Tang San's explanation.
The key to spatial teleportation lay in controlling spatial elements, understanding their operational patterns, and setting a coordinate point to establish a complete portal for perfect transportation.
For Bibi Dong, she had already achieved the first two prerequisites; only the matter of setting coordinates eluded her…
In fact, Tang San's "coordinate" was the Blue Silver Grass. As the Blue Silver Emperor, he ruled over all Blue Silver Grass and most other plants. Thus, as long as he could sense it, he could open a portal.
However, there was one other requirement: *the assistance of [Heaven's Path]* to process the enormous number of chaotic coordinates. Without this help, even Tang San's spiritual consciousness and brain couldn't handle so much coordinate data.
Normally, even gods wouldn't be able to remember so many coordinates, nor could they waste mental or spiritual computing power on storing such trivial information.
Hence, Tang San entrusted all this to [Heaven's Path], his external "brain" that recorded every piece of information and grew continuously, providing constant support by tracking the ever-changing flow of new information.
"May I ask, Holy Son, what's the age limit for your golden spirit ring? And that ring with a color like the starry sky—how old is that one?" Xue Beng decided to ask something more practical.
"The golden ring, typically, is one million years," Tang San replied without hesitation, knowing this would only deepen the world's admiration and reverence for Spirit Hall. "As for my ninth ring, it's rather unique. It can't be simply measured in terms of age—it is an eternal existence like the stars themselves."
In the Haotian Sect, Tang Xiao clenched his fists, feeling deep regret for having given Ah Yin to Tang Hao back then. If he hadn't been so soft-hearted, a child as remarkable as Tang San would have become the pillar of the Haotian Sect's revival. They wouldn't have needed to rely on Grandfather—Tang San would have surpassed him on his own!
This was the disciple the Haotian Sect deserved!
But—
Ah Di, what were you thinking, making such foolish choices?
The Seventh Elder opened his mouth, intending to make a scathing remark, but restrained himself. As a Titled Douluo, he held a measure of respect for other Titled Douluos: "Tang Hao raised an exceptional son. Pity he didn't know how to raise him right…"
All of this was Tang Hao's fault!
(End of Chapter)