However, Joelson did not want to do so. The Fallen Divine Kingdom could only gradually decline.
This process would last for a long time, perhaps ten years or a hundred years.
It was enough for Joelson to absorb the soul power in the divine personality.
The black-gray death divine personality floated quietly above Joelson's head, slowly rotating. A wisp of light green soul power spread out from the divine personality and entered the space between Joelson's eyebrows.
Joelson closed his eyes. He could see that his spirit tree seemed to have been nourished by the rain. Its branches and leaves were spreading and growing at a rapid speed.
The branches represented by the power of laws of various elements grew in different directions, emitting different colors of light.
The feeling of having one's soul continuously growing stronger was too wonderful.
Joelson's spiritual power kept looking outward. Soon, it surpassed the Fallen Divine Kingdom and spread to even more distant places.
He saw the rivers of the central continent, the human villages and towns, the monsters fighting in the forest, and the birds flying in the sky.
He did not know how far it spread but, at a certain moment, it quickly withdrew and returned to the spirit tree.
There was something brewing at the top of the branches of the various elements, and sparkling crystals condensed one after another.
An indescribable joy rose from the bottom of Joelson's heart.
Divine spark.
This was his divine spark.
It was just that these divine sparks were too fond of small pleasures. Compared to Angus Dubin's and Priestley's divine sparks, it was like the difference between a broken gem and a complete gem.
But for Joelson to be able to do this, he had left behind countless experts of the divine domain in countless planes.
At the very least, none of the three great thrones could do this.
The path he had seen with demigods had been completely opened up. As long as he continued to accumulate soul energy, one day, these tiny crystals would mature and become full, becoming true divine sparks.
Angus Dubin's soul energy was almost completely absorbed by Joelson.
For an expert at the middle stage of the demigod realm to only have enough soul energy for Joelson's divine spark to sprout, no one would dare to believe it.
Who told him to cultivate so many laws at the same time?
Ten-elemental laws. No, twelve-elemental laws.
The eleventh and twelfth branches were installed on the spirit tree.
The two new branches were located at the very top of the spirit tree.
There were two sesame-sized dots of light on the branches.
One was dark red, surrounded by tiny bolts of lightning.
The other one was gray and looked extremely mysterious.
Although they were not eye-catching, their auras were many times stronger than the other crystals.
They each represented the power of the supreme law of destruction and fate.
The twelve fruits on the spirit tree represented the long and difficult path for Joelson to become a god.
But once these twelve fruits matured...
How terrifying would the power of the 12-system divine personality that Joelson possessed be?
Unimaginable!
Joelson slowly opened his eyes.
Dark red lightning danced in his left eye and a gray fog lingered in his right eye.
The undead divine personality above his head had already turned into a ball of gray aura.
This was the power of the origin of the undead laws that had been left behind.
Joelson thought for a while and tore open the space in front of him. Using the soul contract, he sent it into the void.
The underworld.
On the cruel battlefield.
A huge undead bone dragon and a dark knight riding a bone horse were fighting with a skeleton king holding a bone saber.
The two of them worked together and barely blocked one of the skeleton king's attacks.
At this moment, a huge aura of the undead suddenly emerged from the undead bone dragon's body.
This power quickly transformed its body.
Its aura continued to rise and soon broke through a certain critical point.
"Roar!"
The undead bone dragon expanded a few times and its aura surpassed the skeleton king's. Its body suddenly rushed up and bit the skeleton king's head, sucking its soul flame clean.
A terrifying might enveloped the vast territory.
The undead bone dragon raised its head and roared as if it was singing praises for a certain existence.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Joelson's mouth. He had clearly sensed Hades's advancement.
Angus Dubin's final gift had made Hades the first dragon under his command to advance to the divine realm.
Joelson stood up and glanced at the Fallen Divine Kingdom that was already in decline. With a calm expression, he stepped out of this space.
From then on, there was no one in the entire central continent who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Joelson.
...
Ten years later.
In the back garden of the Inmotati Palace.
A streak of green and a streak of red. Two figures were engaged in an intense battle in midair.
The violent power caused this space to become extremely chaotic.
For a long time, there were scattered wind blades and splashing flame lava that slid down from the sky.
But when they landed within five meters of the ground, they all disappeared without a sound.
The roses and violets in the garden swayed. The fierce battle above their heads did not affect them at all.
Joelson sat in the courtyard and Isabelle sat beside him, watching him gently, pouring tea for him from time to time, dressed in a feminine way.
Elin came from behind the two of them. Her belly was bulging and her figure was slightly swollen.
"How many times have they competed?"
"I don't know how many times."
The relationship between Isabelle and Elin had eased up a lot. However, when her eyes swept past Elin's belly, she would occasionally reveal an envious look.
That was the bloodline of the Platinum Throne.
At this time, the duel in the sky was nearing its end. With a loud shout, the flames grew brighter, and a pale green figure fell from the sky.
Funina's face was filled with joy. She quickly landed in front of the communicator and could not wait to say, "Father, I won!"
Joelson took a sip of the black tea on the table. He did not look at her. Instead, he stretched out his hand and released an invisible force to float Teresa. He said calmly, "Teresa's performance is far more outstanding than yours."
Teresa's face turned red and she shook her head in shame.
"If her talent is half as strong as yours, you will definitely lose."
Funina pouted and said angrily, "No matter how many times I win, you will never praise me."
The grievance in her heart surged and her eyes slowly turned red.
Isabelle quickly walked up and patted Funina's shoulder. She comforted her in a low voice, "Because you are the daughter of the throne. You should be better than others."
Funina turned her face away, not looking at Joelson.
"It's always the same reason."
Just as Joelson was about to speak, his gaze suddenly fell on a certain place in space.
Ripples rippled in the void, and a silver-white figure walked out.
It was Archer.
"Joelson, the Heavenly Gate has opened."
Joelson's expression changed, and he subconsciously asked, "Is the Light Throne about to leave?"
"No."
Archer shook his head with a strange expression on his face. He said, "It's not the light, it's Holy Zither. She has ascended to the divine realm and is about to leave this plane."