Forbidden to Leave the God Realm
The rules of the Divine Realm are mysterious and unpredictable, but their underlying logic often rejects excessive overlap of fundamental authority.
This is not just "competition," it's more like the road ahead has been completely blocked by someone else.
If Qian Renxue were to take this path, she would likely become subservient to the Asura God, becoming his subordinate deity and forever living in the shadow of his power.
Qian Renxue's brows furrowed imperceptibly.
However, that furrowed brow only lasted for a moment.
The next second, it unfolded, leaving only a profound calm and an unquestionable certainty.
She believed in herself.
She was her father's daughter.
Arthur and Dongfang Yao were not surprised by Qian Renxue's behavior, and soon they started talking about the issue that Qian Renxue was most concerned about.
"My grandfather, Qian Daoliu," her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight, "How can he be truly resurrected?"
This is the main reason why she arrived in the Divine Realm so quickly.
The former Angel God left behind only a divine thought, and left before explaining many things clearly. He didn't even mention resurrection, so Qian Renxue was completely in the dark.
Arthur cut to the chase without any hesitation. "Resurrecting the deceased, especially a powerful being who once touched the threshold of godhood, is no ordinary matter even in the Divine Realm. The primary, and absolutely essential, prerequisite is the soul."
He looked at Qian Renxue: "As long as the soul remains, regardless of how it is sealed or maintained, there is a possibility of being reborn."
Qian Renxue nodded, her fingertips unconsciously brushing against an extremely tiny pendant on her chest, resembling a condensed point of light—a faint yet familiar aura was sealed there.
"I protected Grandpa's soul."
"Very good." Arthur continued, "The soul is fundamental, but the form of existence and the upper limit of potential after resurrection depend on the materials used to 'bear' the soul. If only some ordinary Divine Realm materials or treasures from the lower realms that can barely condense a soul and stabilize divine energy are found, Qian Daoliu after resurrection will be permanently solidified into the lowest-ranking priest. There will be no hope of attaining godhood, and the growth of divine power will be negligible, almost stagnant."
This was clearly not the outcome Qian Renxue wanted. She straightened her back slightly and asked urgently, "Then, what materials can allow Grandpa to continue cultivating after his resurrection, and even... have the potential to reach a higher level?"
Dongfang Yao and Arthur looked at each other.
"Have no idea."
The previous Godess of Kindness and Evil God were not responsible either; they ran away as soon as they were given their divine positions, and they didn't know everything either.
"However, it would be best to use rare and precious materials that match the attributes of the Qian Daoliu Martial Soul..."
Qian Renxue rallied her spirits; she would never give up as long as she could revive her grandfather.
Of course, Qian Renxue, who had just inherited the divine position and had nothing, was unaware that her father, Qian Xunji, had already prepared a body for her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, to be resurrected.
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Within Spirit City
Qian Xunji looked at the body in front of him that resembled Qian Daoliu but appeared younger, and felt somewhat troubled. Xiao Xue had left too quickly.
I didn't even bring the medical supplies I prepared for the old man.
"However, she left so quickly, she must have the ability to revive Old Deng herself, right?"
Then came a hint of regret, "I won't be able to experience what it's like to be a foster father."
Beside him, Bian Que felt that Qian Daoliu would be extremely relieved after learning the truth. Although his resurrection was delayed, he wouldn't fall into the hands of his rebellious son, Qian Xunji. Otherwise, he might have been angered to death again.
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The dungeon deep within the Spirit Hall was cold and damp, a stark contrast to the magnificent and sacred temples outside.
"Dinner's ready."
A dull shout, accompanied by the clanging of metal, came from afar.
Several guards dressed in the elite uniforms of the Spirit Hall Empire brought food, but this time the food was exceptionally lavish compared to usual.
This is a new rule of the Spirit Hall Empire: whenever a new god is born from the empire, taxes will be reduced, and prisoners in the dungeons will also receive extra meals.
The food was stuffed into the delivery slots of different cells one by one. Most prisoners numbly accepted it, either wolfing it down or eating in silence; only a few cells had anyone make a sound.
In the deepest part of the cell, Gu Yuena, a woman with silver hair and purple eyes, slowly raised her eyelids.
She didn't immediately touch the food; instead, she looked at the jailer outside the cell door and asked:
"This time... what's the name of the one who became a god?" She was still hoping to hear Tang San's name.
In the cell diagonally opposite, Oscar slowly sat up straight. He looked even more weathered than Gu Yuena, with messy stubble. Oscar had memories of his past life and had seen the Angel God Qian Renxue, so he had already guessed the answer.
However, he also knew that Gu Yuena wouldn't give up until the guards spoke, so he was unwilling to say anything more.
However, the most unusual case was in another cell.
There lived Bo Saixi, the high priestess of the Sea God Island. In the past, she would always pray devoutly, whispering her faith and hopes for the Sea God, as if that was the only source of light that sustained her in this dark place.
But today, she just sat quietly, staring blankly in one direction, her eyes vacant, as if lost in thought...
Chapter 345 Forbidden to Leave the Divine Realm
The successive ascension of Dongfang Yao and Arthur to godhood, and the unhesitating departure of the two veteran god-kings, Goddess of Kindness and God of Evil, seemed to have unlocked some kind of shackles.
An invisible sense of anxiety and urgency spread like a plague among the gods in the Divine Realm.
Thus, a hasty wave of Godhood Inheritance quietly began.
Throughout the Divine Realm, pillars of light belonging to different laws and divine offices began to rise one after another, intermittently, from various directions in the lower realm, at a frequency far exceeding any previous era.
Some beams of light were dazzling, while others were dim and strained.
These new gods mostly come from other life-bearing planets in the vast star field of the lower realm, except for Douluo Star. Their qualifications may vary, and their temperaments may still need some tempering. However, for those old gods who are eager to get rid of their old powers, as long as they can barely meet the requirements of their divine duties, bear the divine power, and not collapse immediately, they are already qualified "takeovers".
They couldn't wait to Godhood Inheritance, and then planned to learn from the Godess of Kindness and Evil God how to quietly disappear.
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Deep within the Asura God Temple.
Tang San was bound here by invisible divine shackles. He could "see" through the stained glass dome at the top of the temple the pillars of light that pierced the sky of the Divine Realm outside.
At first, his eyes were full of disdain—these hastily created gods, with their shallow foundations and unknown natures, how could they be compared to him, who had undergone trials and tribulations?
It was merely a defective product born of the times.
However, as beams of light appeared one after another, with increasing frequency, his disdain was gradually replaced by a complex emotion—envy, and even a hint of anxiety.
These guys obtained godhood so easily?
He, with his extraordinary cunning and experience from two lifetimes, and holding clues that might lead to secrets beyond the realm of gods, is trapped here, forced to watch helplessly as those "lucky ones," who are far less fortunate than him, are left behind.
This contrast fueled the burning resentment within him.
On the throne, the Asura God was also gazing out the window. His face was as cold as ever, revealing neither joy nor anger. Only in the depths of his blood-red eyes did a glint of all-knowing light occasionally flash.
"It's begun..." he murmured to himself.
This chaos was exactly what he had anticipated, and perhaps even something he was happy to see happen.
He knew very well that the Divine Realm (especially the faction leaning towards light and order) had been able to maintain a semblance of stability and order largely due to his joint efforts with the Life Goddess and the God of the Sea God to persuade and suppress the situation.
Now, the Sea God is preoccupied with God of Evil and his prestige is damaged; the Life Goddess is restless and his gentle nature makes him unsuitable for strong control; and there are those gods who are eager to relinquish their divine positions in exchange for "freedom".
Once the inheritance is complete, the outcome is almost predictable.
Thinking of this, a fleeting look of satisfaction appeared on the Asura God's icy face, a rare occurrence.
He was particularly eager to see the reaction of the God of Destruction.
As a long-time "colleague" with whom he had worked for countless years, the Asura God knew the temperament of the God of Destruction well—irritable, fierce, and extremely aggressive, but that intense aggression was mostly directed at enemies from other realms.
If we consider their desire to protect and their sense of responsibility towards the Douluo God Realm, the "home" they have jointly managed for countless years, then from a purely logical and rational perspective, the God of Destruction might even be stronger than the "Life Goddess," who always lacks clear and independent decision-making!
Destruction would never stand idly by while these deities so irresponsibly "fled" on such a large scale before a potential crisis could strike.
"Destruction, oh destruction..." The Asura God's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, "I hope you don't do anything foolish..."
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Sea God Temple, all was deathly silent.
Poseidon, the Sea God who was sent back here, has been almost completely silent since his return.
The magnificent Sea God Temple, adorned with azure crystal and pearls, seemed to have lost its former vitality and brilliance, becoming dim and somber.
The Sea God locked himself deep within the core area of the temple, his divine body still tainted by that stubborn, God of Evil divine power.
Surprisingly, the Sea God, who was extremely popular and had friends all over the Divine Realm, had no other deities come to visit him except for the Life Goddess who had initially sent him back.
Those colleagues who were once respectful, friendly, or had ulterior motives now seemed to have collectively forgotten this First-Level God.
The Divine Realm is in the midst of a turbulent period. The gods are either busy with their own succession, observing the situation, or weighing the pros and cons—who would willingly approach a "troublesome figure" who has offended three god-kings simultaneously (the Evil God Dongfang Yao, his ally, the Godess of Kindness Arthur, and the God of Destruction) at such a time?
The only visitor was the Life Goddess.
She came in haste, filled with worry and sighs, trying with her Life Divine Power to alleviate the Sea God's pain once more, and whispered a few words of comfort.
But her mind was clearly preoccupied with other things, her brows furrowed with a lingering melancholy and a hint of... shame?
After a brief stay, she left in a hurry, without even engaging in any deeper healing or long conversation as usual.
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At this moment, the Life Goddess is alone in her Life Forest Temple.
This place, which should be the most vibrant and peaceful place in the Divine Realm, is now filled with an unusually low atmosphere.
As a god-king, she was defeated in front of everyone by Qian Renxue, a "junior" who had just broken through to level 100 and inherited the Angel Godhood... Even she, who had never valued combat power and paid more attention to life and harmony, felt an indescribable sense of defeat and humiliation.
Beneath that gentle and peaceful exterior, the pride of a god-king also exists.
She couldn't accept this outcome, especially with so many colleagues watching.
The Life Goddess sat cross-legged, trying to calm her mind. Emerald light flowed around her, but it seemed unable to dispel the gloom between her brows.
The deeper pain comes from the resentment and incomprehension towards the God of Destruction deep in one's heart.
"If only... if he had offered to help back then..." This thought kept replaying in her mind.
In her view, it wasn't just a clash of ideologies, but rather the most basic support between husband and wife. Faced with an "external enemy," shouldn't her husband stand by her side?
Tens of thousands of years of companionship, tens of thousands of years of affection... must we be completely severed, becoming strangers, even more indifferent than strangers, just because of a single argument over differing beliefs?