Spirit City had stood solemn through a century of storms, its guard strict year-round.
As the central hub of soul masters across the entire Douluo Continent, its defenses had long reached the pinnacle of the mortal world. Double-layered city-protection formations within and without, overlapping warning restrictions, Title Douluo rotating shifts twenty-four hours a day, and countless elite enforcement squads on patrol—even an Ultimate Douluo entering alone would never emerge unscathed, much less infiltrate the heart of the city in silence and break someone out of the death prison.
Yet today, Spirit City appeared as majestic and imposing as ever, while in truth, every rule within had already been quietly altered by an invisible, traceless supreme hand.
God Realm, Asura God's Domain.
Upon the ancient slaughter throne, silent for eternity, the Asura God's divine eyes opened slightly. No storm stirred within the God Realm, no divine radiance descended, and not even a trace of outwardly visible godly power was mobilized.
He merely used the origin of the Asura inheritance rooted in the Douluo plane to quietly intervene in the mortal world from afar.
No manifestation, no descent, no phenomenon, no ripple—completely concealed behind the laws of Heaven. It was the purest and most untraceable form of manipulation from the shadows.
Tang San was the core inheritor He had chosen, the crucial chess piece in His billion-year scheme for the Douluo plane. Now that inheritor was trapped in Spirit Hall's death prison, his lifeline seized and his path of cultivation blocked. As the supreme god who ruled slaughter and judgment, He would never stand by and do nothing.
Yet the God Realm's rules were rigid, expressly forbidding gods from descending in their true forms and openly interfering with the great currents of mortal affairs.
Thus, the Asura God chose the safest and