Chapter 119: The Blade of Truth – The Sovereign's Judgment
The air at Jialing Pass didn't just vibrate anymore. It groaned under the pressure of two completely different realities trying to occupy the same space. On one side stood Tang San, transformed into a crimson-and-gold monstrosity. The sacrificial essence of both the Asura God and Sea God had flooded his body, making him look more like a raging demon than a god. On the other side, Lakan Diwa remained perfectly calm, like a still pillar in the middle of a hurricane.
"You keep talking about destiny, thief," Lakan said, his voice cutting through the chaos like a cool breeze. "But destiny is just a story written by people too weak to hold the pen. Let me show you what happens when the one who actually built the book decides to edit a few pages."
Tang San didn't waste time on words. With a roar that shook the mountains, he lunged forward. The Asura Sword screamed with centuries of accumulated bloodlust. He moved at a speed that would have turned any Title Douluo into a headless corpse in an instant, using the Asura God's signature technique — Asura's Instant Kill Strike.
Lakan didn't dodge. He simply reached to his side and drew the golden kampilan with a smooth motion.
Araw ng Kahapon — Sun of Yesterday.
"Ang Unang Hiwa(The First Cut)," Lakan whispered.
He didn't need to complete a full swing. The Phoenix Heart God Core in his chest pulsed once. Through the power of the Golden Blue Demon Bird, a Sovereign Command was sent directly into the fabric of time itself.
Tang San felt it first — a sharp, icy sting slicing across his chest. He looked down in shock. Lakan's physical blade was still in mid-motion, nowhere near him yet, but a deep, perfectly cauterized wound had already appeared across his divine armor, golden divine blood leaking out.
This was Temporal Severance. The wound didn't just exist in the present. Lakan had erased the version of Tang San that was healthy. To the universe, Tang San had always carried this injury.
Tang San tried to flood the wound with the Sea God's regenerative power. The golden light flared brightly… then sputtered and died. The wound refused to close. You cannot heal something that has always existed in your history.
"You can't heal a wound that was never allowed to not exist," Lakan said, a confident and slightly teasing smile on his face. "That's the difference between us."
Enraged and leaking divine essence, Tang San roared and unleashed one of his strongest techniques — Golden Thirteen Halberds: Unfixed Storm. Massive waves of sea energy manifested as hundreds of sharp spatial spears, each one carrying the crushing weight of the ocean and the killing intent of Asura. The attack tore through the sky, aiming to trap and shred Lakan from every direction.
Lakan drew his second blade in response. Buan ng Bukas — Moon of Tomorrow — flashed silver in his grip.
"Lansag-Pananaw."
He flicked the silver kampilan almost lazily.
To Tang San's divine senses, the blade wave looked like it was barely moving, crawling through the air in slow motion. It was almost insulting. Tang San raised the Sea God Trident high, pouring all his power into a defensive parry.
The moment the trident made contact, the Relativistic Paradox snapped.
The "slow" wave suddenly accelerated to infinite speed as compressed space unfolded like a localized big bang. The impact didn't just hit Tang San's weapon — it hammered straight into his perception. His mind processed everything at God-King speed, but his body was dragged into a crushing Slow Domain. He felt like he was drowning in thick celestial honey while Lakan moved with effortless, terrifying grace around him.
The sensory vertigo hit like a physical hammer. Tang San retched violently, nearly vomiting as his spatial-temporal coordinates were violently shredded.
But Tang San was not done. Even as blood poured from his mouth, he activated another Asura God technique — Asura's Endless Slaughter Domain. Crimson killing intent exploded outward, trying to suppress Lakan's movements and corrode his soul.
Lakan simply activated Void-Motion Pulse. His body moved on pure instinct, autonomous and perfect. Every crimson wave passed through the space where he had been a fraction of a second earlier, never quite touching him.
The battle was no longer confined to Jialing Pass.
With a casual thought, Lakan warped space. Both of them vanished from the planet and reappeared in the cold emptiness of outer space, far beyond the Douluo Planet. Stars and distant galaxies stretched out around them.
Tang San, desperate, unleashed everything. He swung the Asura Sword in wide arcs, creating blood-red sword waves that sliced through entire asteroid fields. Planets in the distance cracked and shattered under the shockwaves of their clash.
Lakan didn't even look concerned. He flicked Buan ng Bukas again, using Void Displacement. The silver blade ignored distance completely. A cut that started in front of him manifested directly inside Tang San's shoulder, severing muscle and divine meridians.
Tang San screamed and countered with Golden Thirteen Halberds: Final Judgment, pouring every last drop of his power into a single, planet-destroying thrust aimed at Lakan's heart.
Lakan smiled.
He raised Araw ng Kahapon and spoke softly.
"Ang Unang Hiwa."
The outcome was decided before the thrust even fully formed. Tang San's own attack backfired — the spear of energy reversed its causality and struck his own chest instead. A massive wound opened across his torso.
While planets cracked and exploded around them from the collateral damage, Lakan casually waved his hand. Using Absolute Manifestation and a touch of Time manipulation, he rewove the destroyed celestial bodies back into existence. Planets reformed. Stars stabilized. The galaxy continued as if nothing had happened.
"You're breaking the playground," Lakan said lightly, almost like he was scolding a child. "Try to be more careful next time."
Tang San, now bleeding from multiple impossible wounds and suffering from severe spatial-temporal vertigo, could only roar in fury and keep attacking.
The real battle had only just begun.
•••••••••
While Lakan dismantled the so-called Chosen One in the cold emptiness of space, the battlefield at Jialing Pass had turned into absolute chaos.
Bibi Dong, Shui Bing'er, Zhu Zhuqing, and Qian Renxue moved like goddesses of the apocalypse, heading straight for the Shrek Seven Devils. But one particular clash stood out — a fiery confrontation that would decide the true successor of the Fire God lineage.
Yan stood tall, his body wrapped in pure, majestic flames. Lakan had personally bestowed upon him four specific hues of the Heavenly Phoenix Flame before his ascension, giving him the qualifications to claim the true First-Class Fire God position.
Opposite him, Ma Hongjun burned with greasy, unstable dark-red flames, looking more like corrupted oil than true fire. Beside him hovered Bai Chenxiang — the Goddess of Speed — ready to support her husband.
"Yan, you fucking thief!" Ma Hongjun roared, his voice distorted by rage and instability. "That Fire God seat was supposed to be mine! I was the one with the Phoenix Martial Soul from the beginning!"
Yan looked at him with calm, almost pitying eyes and let out a low chuckle.
"Phoenix Martial Soul?" Yan repeated, his tone dripping with mockery. "Don't make me laugh, you oversized chicken. That pathetic, greasy flame of yours was never a true Phoenix. It was always just a fat chicken pretending to be something greater."
Ma Hongjun's face twisted with pure fury. Nothing enraged him more than being called a chicken.
"SHUT UP!" he screamed, completely losing composure. "I'll burn you alive!"
Enraged, Ma Hongjun charged forward like a mad beast, unleashing Evil Phoenix Flame Explosion. Waves of sticky, corrosive dark fire spread across the ground like molten tar, aiming to consume and corrupt everything in their path.
Yan didn't retreat. He stepped forward and activated the Second Hue: Absolute Zero Nirvana.
A pale white-blue flame erupted from his body, resembling burning dry ice. The temperature around him plummeted. Ma Hongjun's greasy flames froze mid-air, turning brittle before shattering into useless black shards. The ground beneath them crystallized into diamond-like frost even as the corrupted fire tried to burn.
"You call that fire?" Yan said calmly. "This is Absolute Zero Nirvana — a paradoxical flame born from the fusion of Ice Phoenix and Immortal Phoenix lineages. It burns the soul while freezing the body. Lakan gave me flames that represent laws, not just destruction."
Bai Chenxiang flashed behind Yan at blinding speed, attempting a high-speed kick enhanced by her Goddess of Speed authority. "Don't ignore me!"
But Yan had already anticipated the move. He activated the Sixth Hue: Crystalline Seal.
Iridescent, glass-like flames burst outward and formed into solid burning crystals. Bai Chenxiang's kick struck one of the crystals and her momentum was instantly sealed. Her body became trapped in a beautiful, glowing prism that temporarily cut off her connection to the world's laws, freezing her mid-strike.
"Get out of there!" Ma Hongjun shouted desperately. He activated his own Evil Fire God Domain — Corrupted Inferno Realm.
A dark, oppressive domain spread outward. The air turned thick with greasy black smoke. Flames carrying corrupting intent rose from the ground, trying to erode Yan's power and willpower. Inside this domain, Ma Hongjun's evil flames grew stronger, feeding on negative emotions and resentment.
Yan responded by releasing his own Fire God Domain — Genesis Radiance Domain.
Pure, majestic golden-white flames exploded outward, clashing violently with Ma Hongjun's corrupted domain. Where the two domains met, the air itself seemed to scream. Yan's domain represented purification and renewal, while Ma Hongjun's represented corruption and decay. The collision sent shockwaves across the battlefield.
"You think your dirty chicken fire can compare to what the Sovereign gave me?" Yan said, his voice steady and filled with disdain.
He then activated the Fourth Hue: Abyssal Destruction.
Pitch-black flames with deep violet veins erupted like living black holes. They didn't spread wildly — they devoured. Ma Hongjun's dark fire was literally sucked into the black flames, consumed and turned into fuel. The black fire grew stronger as it ate its inferior counterpart, leaving Ma Hongjun staggering as part of his own power was stolen and used against him.
Bai Chenxiang finally broke free from the crystalline prison, breathing hard. She immediately activated her Goddess of Speed Domain — Infinite Velocity Realm.
The world around her seemed to slow down. Her speed increased dramatically as she created dozens of afterimages, attacking Yan from every angle at once while trying to disrupt his focus and create openings for Ma Hongjun.
For several intense minutes, the fight became a true back-and-forth. Even though Yan held the clear advantage as a First-Class God, Ma Hongjun and Bai Chenxiang fought desperately as a pair. The husband's destructive flames combined with the wife's blinding speed created moments of real pressure. Ma Hongjun's corrupted domain tried to weaken Yan, while Bai Chenxiang's speed domain created constant threats from blind spots.
Yan was forced to stay sharp, dodging and countering with precise bursts of his different flame hues. But he never looked truly threatened.
Finally, Yan brought both hands together and merged all four granted hues into one devastating attack.
Phoenix Law Convergence: Genesis Quartet.
A swirling storm of white-blue Absolute Zero, pitch-black Abyssal Destruction, vibrant green Emerald Genesis, and iridescent Crystalline Seal erupted outward in a perfect sphere. The combined flames didn't just burn — they froze, devoured, overloaded with life, and sealed simultaneously.
Ma Hongjun's giant phoenix form shattered like glass. Bai Chenxiang's afterimages collapsed as her speed was forcibly slowed and sealed. Both of them were blasted backward, crashing hard into the ground, their divine auras flickering weakly.
Yan stood over them, breathing steadily, his flames still burning strong and pure.
"You relied on borrowed power and resentment," he said quietly. "We built ours with our own hands and the Sovereign's trust."
Ma Hongjun tried to push himself up one last time, but his body gave out. Bai Chenxiang crawled to his side, both of them defeated and exhausted.
The battle between the Fire Gods had ended decisively.
•••••••••••
On the ground level at Jialing Pass, the mortal war continued with brutal intensity, even as gods clashed in the skies and void above.
The Spirit Hall legions held their defensive line with iron discipline. Dugu Bo moved like a venomous dragon across the battlefield, his evolved Jade Phosphor Serpent poison now carrying divine miasma. His domain spread toxic green mist that selectively corroded enemy soldiers while sparing his own.
Beside him, Dugu Yan — successor to the God of Toxins — had fully awakened her divine mark. A serpent entwining a chalice glowed on her forehead. She unleashed her Venomous Chalice Domain, a poisonous purple-green field where every drop of spilled blood became a weapon. Her toxins could melt armor, rot meridians, and weaken even low-level divine power. She fought with graceful lethality, weaving intricate hand signs as waves of corrosive mist ate through Heaven Dou formations.
Not far away, Ye Lingling shone like a beacon of hope. Her martial soul had evolved into the Eternal Heart Aegis-Begonia. Her teal flower divine mark glowed brightly as she activated her Eternal Life Domain. Soft teal light spread across the battlefield, rapidly closing wounds, mending broken bones, and restoring exhausted spirits. Her petals floated like living shields, absorbing attacks and converting them into healing energy for allies.
The Spirit Hall forces also utilized Lakan's groundbreaking innovations.
Many soldiers and titled Douluo had Soul Spirit Rings — bonded spirits created through Baybayin rituals instead of killing soul beasts. These sentient spirits provided multiple rings per beast and could manifest to fight independently. Higher-level spirits (especially 100,000-year ones) could grant up to 6–7 rings.
A smaller but elite group wielded Anito Artifacts — weapons and armor infused with awakened Soul Beast spirits. Through Baybayin rituals, Lakan had created a new path: instead of absorbing a beast's ring by killing it, the spirit could be invited to reside within a forged object (a kampilan, kalasag, or even armor). These "living tools" had willpower and could actively aid their wielders — parrying attacks, unleashing elemental bursts, or even manifesting spectral guardians in battle.
The Baybayin Rituals themselves originated from Lakan's deep study of ancient Filipino spiritual traditions combined with his Chaos Qi mastery. He had discovered that Baybayin characters were not mere writing — they were keys that could bridge the gap between soul and matter. The rituals allowed respectful bonding rather than domination, turning former soul beasts into willing partners. This system had earned Spirit Hall the loyalty of many powerful spirits who would have otherwise been lost forever.
In contrast, the Heaven Dou alliance and their supporters fought for a lie that had just been publicly shattered.
The Three Great Sects had committed fully: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan under Yu Yuanzhen, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect led by Ning Fengzhi, and Clear Sky Sect under Tang Xiao. They were supported by the Tang Sect forces Tang San built, along with the Four Single Attribute Clans (Strength Clan - Tai, Agility Clan - Bai, Defense Clan - Niu, Attack Clan - Yang), and the armies of both Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires.
Yu Xiaogang, the self-proclaimed "God Teacher," stood at the rear wearing a stern, self-important expression.
"Hold the line!" he shouted. "This is exactly as I predicted! The Martial Soul Hall has always been tyrannical. Tang San's path is the righteous one. Our unity will overcome their brute force!"
Many soldiers rolled their eyes. Even some elders looked uncomfortable. Yu Xiaogang still acted like a wise sage who had guided the gods themselves, despite everything that had been revealed.
Tang Hao, devastated by Ah Yin's departure, poured all his grief and rage toward Spirit Hall. "This is all because of that bastard Lakan!" he roared, swinging his Clear Sky Hammer with explosive force. "He ruined everything!"
He had taught the Clear Sky Sect's Ring Explosion Technique widely. Disciples, elders, and even Sect Master Tang Xiao used it, detonating soul rings for massive temporary power spikes. However, the cost was heavy — permanent foundation damage and shortened lifespans.
Spirit Hall's Eight-Gate Overdrive was vastly superior. Regular members could safely use 5x to 10x amplification with manageable strain. Titled Douluo could push to 15x reliably and risk 20x for short bursts. They recovered quickly using Mutya pills or Ye Lingling's healing. Unlike the suicidal Ring Explosion, Overdrive allowed sustained combat effectiveness.
A group of Clear Sky Sect elders activated Ring Explosion, their auras surging dramatically as they charged. Spirit Hall titled Douluo responded by activating Eight-Gate Overdrive at 15x. The difference was night and day — Spirit Hall fighters moved with better control, less backlash, and far superior endurance.
Among the Spirit Hall ranks fought a particularly fierce warrior — Miao'er, the cat-eared girl from the Heaven Dou Auction House incident years ago. Now a fully grown woman with a mature, athletic, and alluring figure — generous curves, toned muscles from rigorous training, and sharp, predatory grace — she had become one of the symbols of Spirit Hall's protection of the weak.
Her condition was special. What everyone once thought was a "mutated" martial soul was actually a True Body Martial Soul — a rare and powerful type that Lakan had recognized from his previous life's knowledge of the Douluo Dalu series. In this era, Body Martial Souls were dismissed as useless because people didn't know how to train them properly.
Lakan had changed that. He created a complete training routine based on the Body Sect's methods and ordered Spirit Hall to actively recruit and nurture Body Martial Soul users. Miao'er became the poster child of this new program. Her body itself was her martial soul — flexible, powerful, and capable of evolving into terrifying combat forms.
She moved with deadly agility, claws extended, tearing through Heaven Dou soldiers with particular fury.
"You nobles… you empire bastards!" she hissed, her voice filled with long-held hatred. "You buy and sell people like cattle! You 'saved' me with your dirty money and then sent men to recapture me the same night! If not for His Highness Lakan and Spirit Hall, I would have been thrown back into that hell!"
Her claws glowed with Baybayin runes as she activated a Soul Spirit Tool — a pair of gauntlets infused with an Anito spirit. She tore through a group of Heaven Dou knights, her matured body moving with lethal elegance and raw power.
The hypocrisy of the alliance was on full display for everyone to see.
In the Heaven Dou command area, Xue Beng and his nobles barked orders while surrounded by luxury. Not far away, a group of captured Spirit Hall healers overheard them casually discussing "replenishing slave stock" after the war. The same empire Tang San once criticized for human trafficking was still deeply rotten at its core.
Ning Fengzhi directed his sect with elegant commands, yet many remembered how he had "bought" Miao'er only to abandon her to the streets. Spirit Hall enforcers had later rescued her.
The Clear Sky Sect fought with arrogance, looking down on Spirit Hall as oppressors of commoners, yet their own sect was built on bloodline supremacy.
Flender, Zhao Wuji, Liu Erlong, and the other Shrek teachers fought with grim faces. Their belief in Tang San was cracking badly.
The ground battle was chaotic and bloody, but Spirit Hall held firm. Dugu Yan's toxins created kill zones, Ye Lingling's healing kept soldiers fighting, the Eight-Gate Overdrive users tore through the Clear Sky Sect's Ring Explosion users with superior amplification and sustainability, and the Anito Artifacts and Soul Spirit Rings gave them living, intelligent support that the old powers could not match.
The old powers were losing — not just in strength, but in legitimacy and morale.
••••••••••
Meanwhile, at Lakan's wives.
Bibi Dong, Shui Bing'er, Zhu Zhuqing, and Qian Renxue — the four newly ascended God-Kings — suddenly felt a massive, oppressive pressure descend from the sky. Two colossal divine presences tore through the dimensional barrier.
The True Body of the Asura God manifested in full — a towering, blood-red armored warrior radiating late-stage God King aura. Years of accumulated killing intent and battle experience made his presence suffocating. Beside him appeared Poseidon, the Sea God, in his full divine form, trident glowing with oceanic power. Though Poseidon was only a First-Class God, the combined pressure of the two gods created a terrifying domain.
"You dare interfere with the order of the Heavens?" the Asura God's voice boomed like thunder. "Four newly ascended brats think they can challenge me?"
Bibi Dong stepped forward, her Abyssal Aegis armor gleaming with royal-violet light, the mantle of Liquid Purple Thunder crackling around her shoulders. "We don't need to challenge you. We only need to hold you back until our husband finishes cleaning up the trash."
The battle between the four God-King wives and the two veteran gods erupted instantly.
Asura God Domain: Endless Slaughter Realm clashed violently against the combined domains of the wives. The air itself turned blood-red as killing intent tried to suppress their movements.
Zhu Zhuqing moved first. As the God-King of the Night, she vanished into shadows, her Infinite Night Domain spreading like ink across the battlefield. She reappeared behind the Asura God, her claws glowing with fifth-dimensional density. "You talk too much for someone who's about to lose."
Her strike was fast, but Asura was a veteran. He spun with centuries of combat experience and blocked with his massive blood-red sword, the impact sending shockwaves that cracked the ground for miles. "Arrogant child!"
Poseidon tried to support him by summoning massive illusory waves with the Sea God's power, attempting to drown the battlefield. But Shui Bing'er countered immediately. Her Glacial Origin Domain erupted, freezing the waves solid in an instant. "Your ocean is nothing compared to true origin ice."
Qian Renxue, the Seraphic God-King of the Star, spread her prismatic wings wide. Her Prismatic Star Domain bent light and gravity around her, making Poseidon's attacks curve harmlessly away. She fired beams of full-spectrum light that carried the power to "Reset" and deconstruct divine energy. Poseidon grunted as parts of his oceanic domain began breaking down into base elements.
Bibi Dong was the most terrifying. As the God-King of the Abyss, she activated her Abyssal End Domain. The ground beneath the Asura God cracked open as abyssal darkness surged upward, trying to drag him into an endless void. The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King manifested behind her in his towering humanoid form, his violet eye firing beams of Divine Annihilation Thunder.
The fight was hard. Even though the four wives were all true 5D God-Kings, they had only recently broken through. Asura was a late-stage veteran with countless years of experience. He moved with brutal efficiency, his blood-red sword creating killing domains that forced the wives to stay defensive at times. Poseidon, though weaker individually, provided excellent support with oceanic pressure and regeneration.
For several intense minutes, the battle remained fierce. Asura's sword clashed against Qian Renxue's prismatic light, creating rainbow explosions in the sky. Zhu Zhuqing's shadows continuously harassed him from blind spots, but he countered with area-wide slaughter intent. Bibi Dong and Shui Bing'er worked together — abyssal darkness and glacial ice creating devastating combination attacks that even Asura had to take seriously.
"You are strong," Asura admitted grudgingly as he blocked a combined attack from all four wives. "But you are still young. You lack the experience to truly defeat me."
Bibi Dong smiled coldly. "We don't need to defeat you alone. We only need to stall you."
The four wives fought with perfect coordination, slowly gaining the upper hand through sheer overwhelming power and synergy. Asura's veteran experience kept him alive, but he was clearly being pushed back. Poseidon was already struggling heavily, his oceanic domain repeatedly frozen and deconstructed.
At that moment, a spatial rift opened above the battlefield. Lakan stepped out, casually tossing the heavily wounded Tang San toward the fight like a broken doll.
Tang San crashed near the Asura God. The veteran God-King immediately poured a portion of his own essence into him, healing him just enough for one last desperate fight.
"You dare!" Asura roared.
Lakan landed gracefully in the center, his ten-headed Pakpak ng Mapagkalinga wings slightly spread, warping space around him. His confident, slightly playful smile never left his face.
"Now it's a proper party," he said lightly. "Asura. Poseidon. You've both interfered in mortal affairs for far too long. Today, judgment comes."
The final battle erupted.
Asura God + Tang San vs Lakan.
Asura and the partially healed Tang San attacked together. Asura swung his massive blood-red sword in wide arcs, while Tang San used the Sea God Trident and Asura Sword in tandem, unleashing Golden Thirteen Halberds mixed with Asura killing techniques.
Lakan activated Void-Motion Pulse. His body moved on pure autonomous instinct, dodging and weaving through the storm of attacks with perfect precision. He drew both kampilans.
Araw ng Kahapon flashed. "Ang Unang Hiwa."
A deep wound appeared across Asura's shoulder before Lakan even finished swinging. Temporal Severance made the injury a permanent fact in history.
Buan ng Bukas followed. "Lansag-Pananaw."
The silver blade wave appeared slow, then snapped forward at infinite speed through Relativistic Paradox, slicing through Tang San's defenses and causing severe sensory vertigo.
Lakan then used Recursive Absolute Simulation. He listened to the frequency of Asura's Slaughter Law… and copied it perfectly into his Phoenix Heart God Core — but stronger. When he swung his blade again, the killing intent that erupted was 110% more potent than Asura's own, turning the God of Slaughter's power against him.
Asura's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible… you copied my Law and improved it?"
Lakan's smile widened. "That's the difference between us. What I take, I make better."
Meanwhile, the four wives continued toying with Poseidon. They weren't trying to end him quickly — they were making a point.
Qian Renxue finally stepped forward, her prismatic wings glowing with stellar brilliance. "Poseidon… you hypocritical old fool. Ten thousand years ago, you interfered with my ancestor — the First Angel God. You prevented her from unifying the continent, all because you feared losing influence over the seas. You labeled her a tyrant to protect your own power. Today, that debt comes due."
She raised her hand. A beam of full-spectrum prismatic light pierced Poseidon's chest, deconstructing his divine core. With a scream, the Sea God fell. Qian Renxue reached out and claimed the Sea God core, absorbing it into her own Star Core, further strengthening her authority.
Back in the center of the battlefield, Lakan finally descended.
He stood over the kneeling, bleeding Tang San. He ignored the desperate flickers of the Asura Sword.
"Ah Yin," Lakan called out, his voice carrying clearly through the noise of battle. "Look closely. I'm about to reclaim what was stolen from you."
He reached out with his left hand. His palm glowed with the deep violet-gold light of the Spring of Creation. With his 6D Vision active, he reached into the void between dimensions where the original, pure essence of Ah Yin and Tang Hao's real son had been drifting for decades.
He didn't just find a spirit. He found the Origin of the Blue Silver Prince.
With a gentle but firm pulling motion, Lakan drew a small, shimmering sphere of pure cerulean light from the emptiness. It pulsed with innocent, untainted life — the true soul of the child who should have been.
Ah Yin collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she felt the familiar resonance. "My son… he's really there. He's still there."
"He is," Lakan said softly. "The thief only borrowed the vessel. And that vessel is broken now."
At that exact moment, the True Body of the Asura God — who was severely injured in the distance — felt the situation collapse completely. Realizing the game was truly over, he made one final, desperate gamble.
He didn't try to win anymore. He tried to save a seed for the future.
The Asura God gathered the last of his divine essence and unleashed a blinding explosion of blood-light toward Lakan — a suicide-level attack meant to force Lakan onto the defensive. Hidden behind the wall of destructive energy, he tried to split off a small, dark fragment of Tang San's consciousness and send it shooting through a spatial needle toward a distant corner of the universe.
Lakan raised an eyebrow. He saw the entire plan clearly.
He could have crushed that needle like a grape.
Instead, he let it slip through the cracks of space, pretending he hadn't noticed. A perfect story sometimes needs a shadow to chase later. If the thief escaped to some far corner of the multiverse, it only meant there would be a familiar face to crush next time.
"Running away, Asura?" Lakan whispered with a small, knowing smile. "How predictable."
With a casual flick of his wrist, a barrier of Seven-Tone Light instantly neutralized the blood explosion. Then, with a single word — "Stay" — he used his Sovereign Authority to pin the remaining essence of the Asura God in place like an insect on a board. Then easily annihilate him. And with just that, Asura God who judge everyone has been judge and died.
Lakan looked down at what was left of Tang San. The Sea God Trident had shattered. The Asura Sword was dull and cracked. The so-called Chosen One was now just a broken man kneeling in the dirt, all his crimes laid bare before the entire world.
Lakan glanced toward the sky, at his wives, and at the cowering remnants of the Shrek faction.
"This is the end of the first movement," he declared, his voice echoing across the entire Douluo Continent. "The thief and those hypocritical Gods has been judged. The old heavens have been rewritten. But don't think this is the end of the journey."
He looked toward the horizon, where the Phoenix God Star pulsed with infinite potential.
"The Douluo Planet is just one grain of sand in a very large desert. And the Sovereign has only just begun to walk."