Can a Soul Tool Slay a God?

After a long while, the blinding light of the explosion slowly faded.

Where Tang San's Divine Sense Clone had stood, a small golden crystal of Divine Sense floated in midair, giving off a golden glow.

Di Tian's gaze sharpened. He reached out, and the crystal flew into his palm.

As Di Tian examined the fragment, Tang San's voice rang through heaven and earth, thick with pain and resentment.

"Di Tian! If you want to restore the Soul Beasts, I won't stop you."

"But if you dare lay a hand on Shrek, don't blame me for breaking the rules of the Divine Realm and descending in person!"

On the surface, Tang San sounded worried that Di Tian would retaliate against Shrek, humanity's sacred ground.

In truth, he was only worried that the Child of Destiny was still at Shrek.

If Di Tian destroyed Shrek, it would inevitably disrupt his Ten-Thousand-Year Grand Plan.

Di Tian ignored Tang San's threat and turned to fly away.

For the Soul Beasts' rise, Shrek would be the first banner they bloodied!

How could he possibly spare it?!

Meanwhile, Tang San was suffering in the Divine Realm.

He clutched his aching forehead. Even he could barely endure having a piece of his Divine Sense torn away by force.

"Tang San! You're interfering with the lower realm again!"

The voice arrived before its owner.

Tang San's face immediately darkened.

The God of Destruction had plainly caught him feeding Divine Power to his clone in the lower realm to boost its strength.

Outside the Sky Screen, in the Body Sect's main hall.

The powerful figures gathered there watched the god-level battle—one beyond ordinary comprehension—come to an end. None of them could sit still.

Jin Peng, the Level 96 Golden Body Douluo and the strongest member of the Body Sect after its leader, Du Busi, spoke first. He could barely contain his excitement.

"Sect Leader, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well has Immortal Herbs and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts—not to mention a Divine Sense Clone the Sea God left behind ten thousand years ago!"

He paused, naked longing entering his eyes.

"Once we've secured the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, perhaps we could send the sect's talented disciples there to try their luck."

"If even one catches the Sea God's eye and inherits his Godhood, the Body Sect will have a god of its own!"

Du Busi glanced at him but did not answer at once.

Jin Peng was a capable old subordinate who had followed him for years. Du Busi knew exactly what was on his mind.

A "talented disciple" receiving a Godhood Inheritance?

That "talented disciple" would probably turn out to be a "talented vice sect leader" or "talented elder."

Still, speaking of talented disciples...

Without betraying anything, Du Busi swept his gaze across those present and finally settled on Long Aotian.

At Jin Peng's words, the elders could hardly hide their fervor. Their eyes gleamed as possibilities began to stir in their minds.

Whatever Long Aotian thought, at least his expression remained unchanged. He stood as steady as a mountain.

Du Busi nodded inwardly, pleased.

Yet he had no intention of scolding the elders for their thoughts.

After all, they were talking about becoming a god!

It was a realm countless times harder to reach than Level 99 Limit Douluo!

The ultimate goal countless Soul Masters did not even dare dream of!

"We'll discuss that once we've successfully defended the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well."

Du Busi's words quelled the commotion in the hall.

"Set aside the Godhood Inheritance and the Dragon Vein. The Immortal Herbs and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts alone are enough to spark a bloodbath in Sunset Forest."

With that, he turned to Wei Na.

"Wei Na, contact the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family first. We need to discuss defenses for Sunset Forest and Heaven Dou City."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

Wei Na nodded without another word. She and Long Aotian left the hall together and headed toward Heaven Dou City. Their figures soon vanished beyond the horizon.

At the Clear Sky Sect.

Tai Tan stared at the Sky Screen in disbelief. Tang San had appeared and fought Di Tian, only to lose.

"How is that possible?! How can Di Tian be so strong?!"

"Tang San is a God King! Di Tian only just became a god. How could he possibly beat Tang San?!"

Beside him, Niu Tian's brows were tightly furrowed.

Granted, Tang San's thoughts on the Sky Screen had made it clear:

He was only a Divine Sense Clone with power in the upper range of a Second-Level God, while Di Tian had reached the level of a First-Level God in raw strength.

But Di Tian was nowhere near Tang San when it came to using Divine Skills or experience in god-level combat.

Tang San could have won through the technique he excelled at most.

The weak defeating the strong.

They knew better than anyone how accomplished Tang San was at that.

Yet even Tang San had lost to Di Tian?

Niu Tian considered it, then said slowly, "Relax. Tang San was constrained by the rules of the Divine Realm. He only used the power of a First-Level God at the very end."

"But if Tang San descends in person, a mere First-Level God won't stand a chance against his God King Level power."

In the Sun Moon Empire's palace.

Xu Tianran sat in his wheelchair, eyes narrowed.

From beginning to end, he had watched the earth-shaking god-level battle on the Sky Screen without daring to look away.

His hand trembled slightly. Inside, he was anything but calm.

So this is a god?

He gripped the wheelchair's armrest without thinking.

If I launch a war to unify the continent, what will I do if a god-level fighter stands in my way?

As he thought, the person Di Tian had seen become a god in his own future—the one even Di Tian could not stop—rose unbidden in his mind.

Ten shots... No, if a god took a hundred shots from a Level 9 Soul Guidance Cannon, would that be enough to kill one?

Xu Tianran ran scenario after scenario through his mind. Tactics and possibilities flashed by, but the more he considered them, the less certain he felt.

Without realizing it, he had squeezed the wheelchair's armrest out of shape.

No. I have to strike first!

His gaze hardened. A ruthless glint crossed his eyes as he summoned a guard.

"Pass down the order. Put out a warrant for the person recorded becoming a god in that earlier recording Soul Tool. If he's found, kill him on sight!"

"Yes!"

The guard acknowledged the order and hurried away.

In the Offering Hall.

Kong Deming sat at his workbench.

Before him lay the designs for the continent's first Level 10 Soul Tool, but he could not focus.

Images of the god-level battle on the Sky Screen would not leave his mind.

God Level... It's that powerful.

Kong Deming looked up at the Sky Screen and pondered.

Could a Level 10 Soul Tool hurt a god?

Could a Soul Tool slay a god?

After a moment's silence, he lowered his head, picked up his pen again, and began revising the designs.

At the Holy Spirit Cult.

In the darkness, Zhongli Wu sat on a raised seat, head bowed and silent.

He recalled the golden figure on the Sky Screen, trident in hand.

That Sea God... If I remember right, isn't he one of Shrek's gods?

His expression shifted uneasily.

He could accept the appearance of any god.

Except the Angel God, who had appeared ten thousand years ago!

And Shrek's gods!

Shrek Academy had always been a grave threat to the Holy Spirit Cult.

The academy might not even know yet that the cult was its enemy.

But Shrek had thwarted their operations at every turn across the three kingdoms of the former Douluo Continent!