God Realm

"Uncle Sword, what do you make of Spirit Hall's actions these days?"

Sword Dao Chen Xin sat in the seat to the left, level with the sect leader's position.

He picked up the tea from the side table, took a sip, set the cup down, and found that he already had an answer in his heart.

"They're either madmen, or they have something up their sleeve—a powerful hand capable of contending with all the major forces, manipulating everything behind the scenes."

Bone Douluo, seated on the right, folded his arms and cut straight to the heart of the matter.

Shooting Bone Douluo a disdainful glance for butting in, Sword Dao Chen Xin said scornfully,

"Listen to you showing off, old man. You're the only one who knows? Did the sect leader ask you? You really do talk too much."

"You! What... not convinced? Want to have a fight, huh?!"

Bone Douluo glared furiously at Sword Douluo. Watching the two start bickering again,

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his forehead wearily. "Enough, Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone. You're both old men already, so settle down for a while! We still have important matters to discuss."

They each snorted coldly, turned their heads away, and fell silent.

At the Strength Clan estate in Heaven Dou City, the white-haired Tai Tan had bandages wrapped around his head, while his right hand was likewise wrapped in white gauze and hung from his neck.

He sat on a reddish pearwood stool, its surface polished smooth from years of touching and carved with exquisite patterns.

With his only mobile left hand, he lifted a jar of aged wine and poured it into his mouth. After taking a great gulp of the fiery liquor, his expression remained gloomy.

"Gra... Grandpa, when you went to Suotuo City this time, what kind of person did you encounter? They actually managed to injure you?"

Tai Long lowered his head slightly and scratched the back of it. Looking up at Tai Tan seated in the main position, his tone was full of disbelief.

Bang.

Tai Tan carelessly slammed the wine jar in his hand back onto the floor. The dull impact made Tai Long flinch.

"Ah..."

With a sigh, Tai Tan's face held not only bitterness, but also a trace of desolation.

Tap tap.

A burst of hurried footsteps sounded as a middle-aged man in leather clothes rushed in.

His muscles bulged high, his body was tall and broad, and he wore a beard along his cheeks.

"Father, Spirit Hall has made another move. This time, I'm afraid they've officially declared war on all the major forces!"

At the mention of Spirit Hall, the desolate look on Tai Tan's face vanished. His eyes narrowed, and his mouth turned downward.

A few minutes later, after hearing his son Tai Nuo's report, Tai Tan held the notice in his left hand and paced back and forth through the hall.

"Humph!"

With his left hand clasped behind his back, Tai Tan gave a cold laugh and ordered,

"Isn't Spirit Hall wealthy and powerful? Then arrange for our clansmen to infiltrate them and let them train talent for us instead. I refuse to believe Spirit Hall will never have a day when they cry poverty!"

Tai Nuo cupped his fists and withdrew with Tai Tan's orders.

Tai Tan turned around, walked over to the clan leader's seat, and sat down. Then he looked at Tai Long standing to one side and barked,

"Don't you have school to attend? Get your ass back to the academy! If you don't become a Title Douluo in this lifetime, just wait and see how I deal with you!"

Tai Long swallowed hard, nodded in terror, and slipped away.

For a time, Spirit Hall's doors were flooded with visitors, all Spirit Masters hoping to enlist in Spirit Hall.

"Ha ha ha! I finally have a Ten-Thousand Year Spirit Ring!"

Outside the gates of a Spirit Hall branch, a rugged-looking man with a full beard

was so excited that he revealed his Spirit Ring in public.

"A Soul King with a Ten-Thousand Year Spirit Ring! Heavens! I remember he's a member of the Death Squad, right? Looks like the rumors were true. Spirit Hall really is making a grand investment!"

Among the orderly queue, nearly every Spirit Master in sight whispered amongst themselves about Spirit Hall.

At Spirit Hall's main headquarters, Bibi Dong looked over the lists of people eagerly joining Spirit Hall at the various branch halls. Expressionless, she murmured,

"Just as expected, the members infiltrated by the major forces are more numerous than before. Heh..."

At Spirit Hall Academy, Zijun and the other two walked to school as usual.

Qian Renxue raised a hand and touched Zijun's white hair cascading down his back, asking curiously,

"Xiao Jun, we haven't seen each other for a few days. Why has your hair gotten longer?"

"And it's become even whiter. What exactly have you been doing these past few days?"

Gu Yuena likewise reached out and touched Zijun's snow-white hair, asking in confusion.

Zijun reached out, took hold of the jade-like hands the two women had placed on his head, and said solemnly,

"Actually, I went to another world. My hair grew longer over there too."

"Another world?"

The two spoke in unison, surprised. Seeing that Zijun did not look like he was joking, Gu Yuena curled her lips in disbelief.

"Stop bragging! I don't believe you can travel to another world!"

Zijun looked from one woman's doubtful expression to the other, then smiled mysteriously.

"Since you don't believe me, I'll open your eyes today."

As he spoke, Zijun summoned the divine power within his body for the first time. Beside the academy's flowerbeds, a dazzling pale-blue radiance enveloped the three of them!

In the span of a breath, the brilliant light contracted inward, becoming a speck of light before vanishing!

Along with it vanished Zijun and the two women!

Buzz!

Above the God Realm, three figures appeared out of thin air.

Taking in the peaceful, tranquil scenery around them, Qian Renxue and Gu Yuena gasped in astonishment.

"Th-This is where? It's so beautiful!"

Flying out from the space within, Zijun spread his arms and answered gently,

"Welcome to the God Realm. This... is where I was born."

Within the God Realm's Central Conference Room, sensing a familiar bloodline aura,

the Goddess of Life froze for a moment and turned to look in the direction where Zijun and the other two were.

"I say, Asura, haven't you already passed your Divine Position to Xiao Jun? Why are you still here?"

From the main seat, the God of Evil spoke to the Asura God with distaste.

The Goddess of Life rose to her feet, opened a spatial passage, and excitedly ran inside.

The God of Destruction, seated nearby and having likewise sensed Zijun's aura, curled his lips into a smile, stood up, and followed her out.

Watching the two leave for no apparent reason, the God of Evil and the other two exchanged looks before getting up and following them.

Smack!

A spatial passage appeared behind Zijun. A young woman with pale-green hair suddenly emerged and wrapped him in a hug from behind.

"You little brat, you finally remembered to come back and see your mother?"

Her gentle voice was like a mountain spring, rippling through the ears of Zijun and the two women.

The newcomer was one of the God Realm's five great enforcers, as well as one of the Five Great God Kings!

The Goddess of Life!

Before them stood a woman brimming with vitality and dense Life aura.

Qian Renxue and Gu Yuena could not help but feel inferior deep down.

Beautiful! And that holy, elegant temperament, as if she had transcended the mortal world and stood above all living beings!

The pale-green halo slowly flowing behind her made her aura seem even more mystical!

Hearing that familiar voice, Zijun gave an embarrassed, foolish grin.

Like an obedient child, he allowed the woman behind him to pinch his cheeks.

"Mother, I'm grown up now. Could you stop tormenting me like you did when I was little?"

After his silly grin faded, Zijun could only helplessly let the Goddess of Life knead his cheeks.

"Humph! Since you're back, take this chance to complete the remaining inheritance. Who are these two?"