The Goddess of Life's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the cold, hard floor as if her bones had been removed.
The magnificent long dress, inlaid with countless emeralds of life and woven from the essence of heaven and earth, lay scattered on the ground, covered with dirty mud and gravel dust.
Her once vibrant green hair was now rapidly fading.
Her beautiful hair had turned dry and brittle, like withered leaves that had lost their moisture in late autumn, draped lifelessly over her shoulders.
Large tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her pale, paper-white cheeks.
Tears gathered into large droplets on her delicate chin before crashing heavily onto the dusty jade floor.
Each teardrop created a small, damp puddle, splashing up tiny, muddy droplets of mud.
Her husband, the man who once held her in his arms with domineering force and promised to protect her for all eternity, was killed cleanly and decisively.
There was no room for resistance, and they didn't even have a chance to turn around and run away.
"..."
The goddess of life stretched out her trembling hands, trying to grasp the remaining purplish-black specks of light belonging to the god of destruction in the air.
But once those points of light lost the support of their owner's soul, they quickly vanished into nothingness, disappearing into the air of the divine realm, leaving her with nothing.
The goddess of life opened her mouth wide, her chest heaving violently, and let out a series of extremely mournful cries.
The cries contained the heart-wrenching grief of losing a beloved, mixed with an uncontrollable and profound fear of the man in white.
She lay on the ground, moving forward desperately, letting the rough surface chafe her delicate knees.
She stretched out her mud-covered hands and frantically dug through the piles of rubble and debris.
The sharp edges of the stone easily cut through her delicate skin.
Golden divine blood flowed from his fingertips, staining the lifeless stones crimson.
She felt no pain, but instinctively searched through the ruins for even the slightest trace of her husband's essence.
But she searched all the surrounding stones and found nothing but a deathly silence and an aura of destruction; not even a single intact bone or a wisp of remaining divine consciousness could be found.
The supreme life principles she usually used to heal all things and bring the dead back to life were now so powerful that she couldn't even piece together a wisp of her husband's remnant soul.
This extreme sense of powerlessness was like a rusty, dull knife, slowly cutting into her heart.
...
"The God-King has fallen!"
The commotion inside the Divine Realm Council's main hall was so great that the barrier outside the gate could not conceal the collapse-like fluctuations.
The news of the fall of the God of Destruction, representing the highest fighting power in the God Realm, was like a super interstellar storm sweeping across the entire universe, instantly engulfing all territories of the God Realm.
The desolate, deathly aura caused by the collapse of the divine pillar quickly spread throughout every corner of the divine realm, following its natural flow.
The sky above the divine realm was no longer a peaceful and tranquil azure, but was shrouded in a thick, oppressive haze.
Vast stretches of blood-red clouds churned wildly on the horizon, obscuring the radiance of the divine sun.
"How is this possible? That's the God-King!"
The entire divine realm, from the lofty main temple to the residences of priests on the periphery, was plunged into an unprecedented panic.
Those third-level gods and lower-level priests who lived on the outskirts of the divine realm were the first to directly feel this devastating crisis.
Although they were not qualified to enter the central part of the divine realm to view the water mirror, the strange phenomena of heaven and earth caused by the collapse of the Destruction Pillar and the violent turbulence of the fundamental laws were enough to explain everything to them.
The heavens of the divine realm have collapsed.
The gods who used to always maintain a haughty demeanor and calmly enjoy the incense offerings from mortals in the lower realms have all torn off their masks of pretense.
Panic spread across the wide, flat streets at a speed that even the wind couldn't keep up with.
Inside the once magnificent temples, a cacophony of sounds of rummaging and ransacking could be heard.
Countless deities, disregarding their disheveled appearance, roughly stuffed their treasured rare herbs, divine artifacts, and elixirs—collected for millennia—into their storage magic treasures.
Some of the patrolling priests, who were extremely timid, even abandoned their clothing bundles, threw down their spears, and scrambled out of their dwellings.
They wandered aimlessly through the streets like headless flies, asking everyone they met where there was a hidden passage leading to the realm of the gods.
The once orderly and spotless white jade avenue of the divine realm is now crowded with a large army of fleeing people, their faces filled with fear and their families in tow.
At this critical moment, the strict concept of hierarchy among first-level gods, second-level gods, and third-level gods has completely disappeared.
Everyone had only one pure thought in their minds: to escape.
Escape this divine realm that is about to become a bloody slaughterhouse, escape as far as possible, and preferably never come back.
A third-level divine official responsible for guarding the South Heavenly Gate, in his panic, even carelessly discarded his halberd, which he used as a facade, by the roadside.
He tumbled and crawled down the high white marble steps, his armor rubbing against the bluestone slabs and creating a long string of dazzling sparks.
He was running too fast and couldn't stop, so he stepped on the hem of the ornate cloak being dragged by another priest in front of him.
The two instantly lost their balance and tumbled into a ball, rolling down the long path like gourds.
Even when they were bruised and battered, they didn't care about blaming or cursing each other.
They hurriedly got up, not even having time to brush off the dust, and started running again towards the outer passage.
The noble demeanor and divine majesty that they usually valued most became the most ridiculous and worthless burdens at this moment.
Anyone who dares to stop at this crucial moment is playing with their life and fortune.
Because the white-clad man who's going to fight tomorrow wouldn't care at all about their noble status.
In the eyes of that man who could slay gods as easily as cutting vegetables, these gods were no different from ants in the mortal realm who could be trampled on at will.
...
At the entrance to a hidden passage leading to outer space, the scene was extremely chaotic.
Several third-level deities who usually treated each other like brothers and had a fairly good relationship turned on each other and started fighting over the first spot to enter the passage and escape.
Various colorful and dazzling divine skills, originally intended to combat evil spirits, are now bombarding each other without restraint on the streets of the divine realm.
The once solemn and sacred buildings collapsed in large numbers under the indiscriminate bombardment of these spells, injuring countless low-ranking priests and mythical beasts who were unable to dodge in time.
Blood splattered everywhere, screams, curses, and the roar of collapsing buildings mingled together, filling every corner of the divine realm.
There was even a second-level deity who controlled the speed of the wind. Disliking the slow pace of the team ahead, he did not hesitate to burn his own divine life force in order to run faster.
He transformed into a dazzling blue streak of light, rushing straight toward the thick dimensional defense barrier at the edge of the divine realm, attempting to forcefully break through a path to survival.
However, the laws of the divine realm were incredibly strong. This second-level deity crashed into the barrier, his head bleeding profusely. After letting out a miserable scream, he plummeted from the sky and crashed to the ground.
But he didn't bother wiping away the divine blood that was obscuring his vision. He scrambled to his feet and continued frantically searching for other possible ways out.
Order has completely collapsed.
Even the most powerful and awe-inspiring first-level gods who control their respective elements have now tightly locked the gates of their temples.
The water god sealed himself tightly within the eternal ice of the deep sea beneath the temple, praying that he could escape this catastrophic disaster through seclusion.
The god of fire extinguished all the flames burning in the temple, plunging the entire palace into a deathly darkness. He himself huddled in the deepest corner of the temple like a frightened quail, not daring to even breathe loudly.
The entire God Realm, this supreme holy land that once captivated and revered countless Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent.
Before Qianyu's casual remark, it had completely degenerated into a giant mental hospital filled with despair and madness.
Even the high and mighty Divine Council, the Evil God King, and the Good God King did not step forward to appease these rebellious deities.
Because they themselves were already in dire straits, barely able to save themselves, they had no interest in caring about the lives of the gods below.
As all the gods fled in panic, the same voice echoed in their minds.
The voice was calm and languid, yet it carried an irreversible declaration of death.
They knew that if Qianyu said they would attack tomorrow, then they definitely would.
The outer realm of gods has been reduced to a wasteland of chaos and despair.
But at a certain hidden dimensional coordinate in the deepest part of the divine realm.
A special space, tightly enveloped by an endless dark red barrier, remained deathly silent.
This space is completely isolated from the array formation of the central divine realm, forming its own world.
No matter how the chaotic currents of law caused by the collapse of the Destruction Pillar raged and washed over the outside world.
No matter how terrified the gods screamed and fled in the sky.
This place was not affected or disturbed in the slightest.
This is one of the oldest and most dangerous forbidden areas in the realm of gods.
The Asura Realm.
At this moment, within the Asura Secret Realm, only an extremely monotonous yet oppressively so color remained between heaven and earth.
It was a deep, almost impenetrable crimson.
There was no sun, moon, or stars to adorn or illuminate the sky.
Only layers upon layers of thick, blood-red clouds continued to churn and surge.
Thick, dark red lightning bolts flashed intermittently from deep within the clouds.
The thunder was extremely muffled, as if an invisible ancient giant hammer was constantly striking the heavenly court of this small world.
Beneath this oppressive sky lies a vast, boundless ocean.
However, the water flowing in this seawater was not clear and transparent at all.
It is a viscous blood plasma formed from the essence and blood of countless fallen powerful beings from all the heavens and myriad realms.
Every drop of blood contains terrifying malevolent energy powerful enough to drive mortals in the lower realms insane instantly.
The surface of the sea of blood is not calm.
One after another, huge, blood-red bubbles, as big as houses, surged upwards from the depths of the sea.
The bubbles burst silently on the sea surface, releasing wisps of tangible, deadly energy.
At the very center of the sea of blood stood a colossal altar made of countless white bones.
This altar was over a hundred feet tall, its base deeply embedded in a dark red sea of blood.
Each step of the altar was paved with the enormous leg bones of an unknown mythical beast.
At the very top of the altar, there is a circular white bone stone platform with a diameter of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).
The surface of the stone platform is engraved with intricate and profound ancient divine patterns that represent the most primal source of killing in the universe.
And at the very center of that stone platform.
A completely naked figure was sitting quietly cross-legged.
It was Tang San.
His once handsome face had been completely disfigured by the long ordeal.
Tang San's eyes were tightly closed, and his jaw was clenched tightly.
Strands of golden divine blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the stark white bone altar beneath him.
His skin was now covered with an extremely eerie blood-red cocoon.
This cocoon-like layer seemed to have an independent life, constantly contracting and expanding violently with his breathing.
With each contraction, thousands upon thousands of blood-red threads, like steel needles, would pierce his pores.
These threads, carrying the purest killing essence of the Asura God, directly crashed into his eight extraordinary meridians.
The feeling was like countless bloodthirsty ants frantically gnawing at his internal organs.
Tang San's body was convulsing uncontrollably on the altar.
His hands gripped the bone table beneath him tightly, his fingernails split and curled.
The pale white finger bones rubbed directly against the hard bone slab, leaving behind shocking bloodstains.
pain.
Extreme pain.
This kind of pain is ten thousand times more intense than skinning and dismembering a living person.
This is the supreme Asura divine power of the divine realm, undergoing the final stage of complete transformation of his mortal body.
To inherit the authority of the God-King, one must completely rid oneself of one's original mortal blood and bones.
The once crystal-clear bones within Tang San's body are crumbling inch by inch under the onslaught of this domineering divine power.
The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed continuously across the deathly silent altar.
These shattered bone fragments were forcibly mixed and pieced together by that dark red divine power in the next second.
The newly reconstructed skeleton began to gleam with an indestructible dark golden luster.
The blood in his body was being drained and replaced little by little.
The freshly injected Asura God blood surged through his veins like molten lava.
The intense heat nearly charred all his internal organs.
Tang San looked as if he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood; sweat and blood mixed together, completely staining a large area beneath him bright red.
Even in the most intense pain, he didn't utter a single scream of pleading for mercy.
He could only keep emitting extremely suppressed, heavy breathing sounds.
Because he knew very well that as long as he could endure this final torment of hell, he would be able to achieve true rebirth.
That pride, so cruelly trampled under Qian Yu's feet, sustained him as he desperately held onto the last shred of clarity in his mind.
Time seemed to have lost all meaning within this Asura Secret Realm.
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