In a remote mountain valley where no human trace remained for a thousand miles, dense mist hung thick as stagnant water. Towering ancient trees blocked out the cold light of the stars and moon, completely isolating this desperate place from the conflicts of the continent.
The damp rotting leaves covering the ground absorbed every trace of blood, erasing all signs of escape. Though Spirit Hall dispatched tens of thousands of scouts to search a thousand-mile expanse inch by inch, they ultimately failed to catch even the faintest lingering aura.
All of it stemmed from the invisible, silent manipulation of the God Realm.
The Asura God remained hidden beyond the dimensions, never revealing his divine form or leaking a trace of divine radiance. There were no heavenly signs whatsoever. Using only the most fundamental power of laws, he paved an inescapable route of survival for Tang Hao. Concealment formations, barriers against divine senses, dormant killing arrays—every move was clean and efficient, and in the end, he thoroughly erased every trace of divine power.
Across the entire Douluo plane, neither the demigod Qian Daoliu nor Pope Bibi Dong could see through any of it. They merely believed Tang Hao had defied heaven to sneak away, gambling his broken body and his life for this outcome.
At the center of the secluded valley, Tang Hao lay stiffly on the ground in silence, no longer possessing even a fraction of the divine might he once wielded as the Clear Sky Douluo.
The backlash of Spirit Hall's century-old prison suppression restriction, mixed with the lingering divine might of Qian Daoliu, was practically a killing punishment of the mortal world. With damaged meridians and an injured origin to begin with, Tang Hao had forcibly borne the entire destructive impact when protecting Tang San.
Now, every inch