The Food God and the Nine-Colored Goddess

Poseidon had no idea Tang San was deciding he deserved to die. He had no heart for such things.

But the Asura God, who was enjoying a massage from the Rakshasa God, sensed Tang San's killing intent through the Blood Sea Trident. This time, he heard it clearly, and he laughed.

The Rakshasa God asked curiously, "What is it?"

The Asura God told her what had happened, smiling as he spoke. When she heard it, she burst out laughing too.

Elsewhere in the Divine Realm, amid a stretch of ruins, a man and a woman wore troubled expressions.

The man was tall and slender, dressed in a bright yellow divine robe and a tall golden crown. A warm, gentle pale-yellow glow flowed around him, and his gracious manner carried the comforting warmth of everyday life.

The woman had a graceful figure and wore a flowing gown of nine-colored light. Countless brilliant ribbons fluttered around her, while radiant nine-colored divine light enveloped her. She had a pure, gentle bearing, and her divine glow was soft and gorgeous.

They were husband and wife, and also two Second-Level Gods under the Asura God—the Food God and the Nine-Colored Goddess.

At that moment, both wore faces full of worry.

"Honey, can we still not repair our Divine Temple?" the Nine-Colored Goddess asked the Food God.

The Food God watched the Divine Temple they had just rebuilt collapse again and sighed. "We still can't. If we were First-Level Gods, we'd at least have somewhere to live. But we're only Second-Level Gods. We can't even maintain the temple's form."

"When we first came to the Divine Realm, building a Divine Temple was so easy. We could reshape it however we pleased with a single thought. I never imagined we'd reach a point where we couldn't even