Chapter 992: The Dao Source Ascends to Godhood

The blue Soulstream rippled as a clear will resonated from within.

If you can't do it, I will.

Traces of the perished Dao Sources surfaced in its depths, dissected and unraveled one after another as they blossomed into wondrous spectacles.

The traces that had vanished from Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul had shifted into the Soulstream, where their profound truths were swiftly comprehended.

The Soulstream was the most intelligent of the Dao Sources and had a will uniquely its own. The profound truths of the Dao Sources, obscure and unfathomable to others, became clear once drawn into it, readily comprehended in full. This was the reason for its ascent toward a higher plane.

In the distance, the imposing Hall of Gods quaked as its sealed doors and shuttered windows burst open. The same visions that had surfaced in the gray mist within Pang Jian manifested at the heart of the Hall of Gods.

These were all the traces of the fallen Dao Sources that Pang Jian had gathered through the shattering of his Divine Persona. They were now being preserved in the depths of the Hall of Gods.

The divine beings, transformed from bees, bathed in the light of those visions and started to ascend.

Low-ranking Gods stepped into mid-ranking godhood, mid-ranking Gods rose to high-ranking godhood, and some high-ranking Gods appeared on the verge of challenging Sovereignhood.

The myriad divine beings appeared like recreations of Gods long passed. The aura emanating from the Hall of Gods swelled to a magnitude beyond reckoning.

A sharp whistle echoed as the ice shards in the storm were drawn toward the Hall of Gods. The razor-sharp shards, icy and pristine, held within them interwoven strands of Dao-infused lightning, distilled from the refinement of countless Dao Sources.

When the traces of the fallen Dao Sources appeared within the Hall of Gods, both it and the Bee Sovereign underwent a profound breakthrough, allowing them to absorb the Dao-infused lightning within the ice shards.

Pang Jian watched as shard after shard of crystalline ice flew into the Hall of Gods, where thousands of Dao-infused lightning bolts were extracted and woven together.

The Bee Sovereign stood tall at the top of the majestic structure, his frame lean yet commanding. He peered down at the interwoven arcs of lightning among the manifested Dao Sources, blue eyes rippling with illusory twin seas.

These twin seas grew ever sharper and more vast within the fathomless depths of his gaze. His aura spilled forth like the unfathomable depths of the ocean as his Sovereign body underwent an awe-inspiring transformation.

A force tied to the roots of life itself flowed unceasingly through his being.

"Dao Source of Life, my old friend," the Bee Sovereign whispered, "You..."

He drew the Dao Source of Soul into his body, attempting to ascend as a God King in a groundbreaking manner. His fleshy body, though itself an extension of the Dao Source of Soul, was devouring and refining his true form—the Soulstream.

Sovereigns could refine Dao Sources to ascend as God King, and he, too, was applying the same principle. The only difference was that he was both the Dao Source being refined and the Sovereign refining it at the same time.

The surging Soulstream went abruptly still, then shrank down into nothingness.

The Dao Source of Soul vanished from Pang Jian's sight.

It ceased to exist entirely.

This was not destruction, but a metamorphosis. The Dao Source of Soul had truly become a being of flesh and blood, giving birth to a revolutionary form of God King.

"Gather!" the Bee Sovereign cried, spreading his arms wide as though embracing all of heaven and earth.

The Hall of Gods warped. New windows formed. A devouring force that threatened to consume everything burst out from within, radiating outward in boundless waves, pulling in ever more ice shards into its depths.

These commandeered ice shards shattered and dissolved as the Hall of Gods absorbed their Dao-infused lightning and divine power.

Before long, the Hall of Gods had completely consumed the colossal storm of ice shards.

"So, this is what it's like to be a God King," the Bee Sovereign murmured.

He was the third God King to be born after Luo Hongyan and Yi Hao—an unprecedented number to exist at once.

Traces of the myriad Dao Sources flickered on his resplendent robes, with fine arcs of Dao-infused lightning crackling at the hems.

His transcendent aura was steeped in an endless expanse of Heavenly Daos. The Daos of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Star, Sun, Moon, Time, Space, Lightning, Cold, Corrosion, Death, Ruin, Fear, and more all converged within the Bee Sovereign alongside the seven emotions and six desires of the living.

He seemed to encompass every Heavenly Dao and even creation itself.

Pang Jian could not help but feel that the Bee Sovereign's aura resembled Fu Ya, with her comprehension of every Heavenly Dao etched upon the Hall of Gods.

"Even if Fu Ya were to ascend as a God King, she still could not surpass him," Pang Lin said, as though hearing Pang Jian's unspoken thoughts. "He's truly transcended into divinity.

"He's cast off the primal state of being a Dao Source, choosing instead to exist as a divine being of flesh and blood. Unlike that will, which only descends upon God Kings, he has opted to craft a vessel for himself.

"I never imagined that the Dao Source of Soul could carve out an entirely new path for itself. Such a being..."

Pang Lin knitted her brows, her heart shaken with uncertainty.

Neither she nor the supreme will of the bizarre mist had foreseen this.