Cross-Realm Divine Punishment! The Asura God Will Smash Both Person and Cauldron

"Let's see what you can do now!"

This sentence still echoed among the pillars of the Sea God Hall, its lingering resonance yet to fade.

God Realm. Asura God Hall.

The Asura God curled his lip.

It was not a smile. It was the relaxation of a chess player seeing a piece move to the correct position.

Tang San's aura pierced through the Plane Barrier, the surging waves of blue-gold divine power showing he truly possessed the bearing of a Sea God.

To go from a mortal to this point had taken only a few short years.

"Not bad."

The Asura God's finger tapped lightly on the armrest of his throne.

"This Seat's successor has finally grown up. My painstaking efforts were not in vain."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

His finger did not fall for a second tap.

It hovered half an inch above the armrest, frozen.

Because he saw it.

Tang San's fate—viewed from this side of the Plane Barrier, every mortal's fate was a beam of light, thick or thin, rising from the top of their head straight into the sky.

Tang San's beam of fate had once been the thickest the Asura God had ever seen, golden and brilliant, piercing the nine heavens.

And now?

That beam of light was still there.

But it was being suppressed by a cauldron.

The phantom of a three-legged, two-eared bronze cauldron sat steadily atop the beam of fate above Tang San's head.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Worship the Heavens totem on the cauldron's body rotated slowly, dragon patterns coiled around its rim, pinning the fate that should have soared into the sky to within three feet.

Even after becoming a god, it was still being suppressed.

The Asura God's finger finally fell.

It slammed onto the armrest with a "crack," shattering a corner of the wood.

He stood up.

"That Fate-Suppressing Cauldron..."

The four words were ground out from between his teeth, each one carrying the abrasive friction of bone.

"...is truly not simple."

What lower-realm artifact? What mortal treasure?

When Tang San had not yet become a god, the Asura God could describe that thing as "the shackles of an ant."

Now that Tang San was a god—a true Sea God, wielding the complete authority of the Sea God—that cauldron remained unmoved.

It could even suppress the fate of a deity.

This had already exceeded the category of a "lower-realm artifact."

The Asura God's divine sense pierced through the Plane Barrier once more, but this time, he did not look at Tang San; he swept toward the north.

Martial Soul City. Backyard of the Pope Palace.

The Star River Map hung in mid-air, starlight pouring down. The Golden Toad patterns on the Tribulation-Avoiding Garment rose and fell.

Hu Liena sat cross-legged in the cultivation room, her five fox tails spread out.

The phantom of the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron was there as well.

It was identical to the one pressing down on Tang San's fate—but the orientation was reversed.

On Tang San's side, it pressed downward; on Hu Liena's side, it supported upward.

The Image of Mountains and Rivers on the belly of the cauldron cradled the fate of Martial Soul Hall, steadily channeling it into this woman.

Suppressing one, supporting the other.

As one wanes, the other waxes.

The Asura God's jaw tightened to its limit. The masseter muscles on both sides bulged, and the skin over his cheekbones stretched until it shone.

This was the layout of that Celestial Master.

The Fate-Suppressing Cauldron was not merely a defensive artifact, nor was it merely an offensive one.

It was a nail—driven into Tang San's destiny—and at the same time, it was a conduit—channeling the stolen fate to Hu Liena.

As long as Hu Liena lived, the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron had a master.

As long as the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron had a master, Tang San's fate would be suppressed forever.

Even becoming a god was useless.

The Asura God stood before the throne.

The slaughter patterns of the Nine-Story Pagoda surged beneath his feet.

The path of the game had changed.

The original plan was to wait until Hu Liena reached the Threshold of Godhood before making a move.

A single Divine Punishment would descend, crushing both her and her fortune into dust.

But now, there was no time to wait.

Tang San had already attained godhood, yet his fortune remained suppressed.

His divine position was unstable, his Godhead was hollow, and the cracks in his Divine Soul, stitched together by Asura killing intent, could shatter at any moment.

The longer this dragged on, the more rotten Tang San's foundation would become.

"Since that is the case—"

The Asura God raised his right hand.

A mass of purple-black light seeped out from between his fingers.

It was different from the divine thunder gathered last time. The previous one was "triple the equivalent," stored within the Asura Blade, kept for when Hu Liena attained godhood.

This one was ready-made.

He drew the mass of Purple-Black Divine Thunder that had been accumulating for days from the Asura Blade, layered it with newly condensed killing intent, and twisted the two forces together into a ball of lightning of extreme brutality.

The lightning ball expanded in his palm.

Purple-black light erupted from between his fingers, striking the dome of the Asura God Hall and scorching patches of charred marks.

The divine officials standing on either side of the throne retreated three steps.

Not enough. They retreated another three steps.

Six steps away, their Godheads were still trembling.

The aura of destruction radiating from that lightning ball was not aimed at the flesh—it was aimed at existence itself.

Whatever it touched would not be injured; it would be erased from this world entirely.

The Nine-Story Pagoda of the Asura God Hall began to resonate in its entirety.

From the base of the tower to the spire, the flow of the slaughter patterns increased fivefold in speed.

The entire pagoda hummed, and even the firmament of the God Realm was shaken, rippling in concentric circles.

Several distant temples sensed the disturbance.

Divine officials poked their heads out from their halls, glanced toward the direction of the Asura God Hall, and then shrank back.

No one dared to ask.

When the Asura God intended to kill, the entire God Realm gave him a wide berth.

The Asura God held the mass of purple-black lightning above his right palm.

The light of the lightning ball cast flickering shadows across his face.

With every pulse of light, his features twisted further within the purple-black glow.

"As long as she dies—"

He curled his index finger. The lightning ball jumped, emitting the crackling sound of electric arcs.

"The Fate-Suppressing Cauldron will be left without a master."

He closed his middle finger. The lightning ball contracted and expanded.

"Tang San's fortune will naturally recover."

The entire chain of deduction was clear to the point of cruelty:

Kill Hu Liena → Fate-Suppressing Cauldron loses its master → Tang San's fortune recovers → Sea God position stabilizes → He charges into battle for the Asura God.

Not a single step was off.

The Asura God tossed the lightning ball into the air.

The purple-black ball of light hovered beneath the dome of the Asura God Hall for a heartbeat. Then—it plummeted.

It did not fall toward the ground.

It fell toward the Plane Barrier.

"This Seat shall personally descend the Divine Punishment."

The Asura God swung his right arm down.

The Asura Blade flew up from his knees; the blood-colored patterns on the blade intersected with the purple-black light of the lightning ball in mid-air, colliding with a low, muffled thud.

"Let us see how that Celestial Master can protect her now."

The lightning ball struck the Plane Barrier.

The barrier cracked.

It was not the chopstick-thin slit from last time—it was a fissure several feet wide, torn open down the middle to reveal the pitch-black void passage between the two realms.

A bolt of purple-black divine lightning transformed into a streak of light, squeezing its way out from the rift.

It pierced through the void.

It tore through the boundary membrane.

It hurtled toward Douluo Continent, crashing down with a thunderous roar.

Martial Soul City.

The clear sky above the backyard was swallowed up in less than half a breath.

Dark clouds surged in simultaneously from the north, south, east, and west—they didn't drift in; they slammed into the area.

Thick, suffocating clouds, heavy with a purple-black radiance.

The speed at which the cloud layers churned was absurd.

The light across the entire Martial Soul City shifted from broad daylight to twilight within three breaths.