The Asura Demon Sword was enveloped in a dazzling golden light, radiating an aura of kindness so pure it was almost blinding.
And the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, teeming with evil thoughts, suddenly burst with an aura of life that felt like a warm spring breeze.
A verdant halo slowly spread, and even the carved patterns on either side of the hall sprouted fresh buds.
The Rakshasa God's red lips parted slightly. She stood rooted to the spot, as if unable to believe her eyes.
Asura God's face flushed bright red, then turned green, before finally settling on a shade of near iron-gray.
His clenched fists creaked, his knuckles turning white, as if he were about to lose control at any moment.
The Second- and Third-Level Gods present were collectively dumbfounded.
Wait, was this something we were allowed to see?
Were they going to have us silenced afterward?
The lower-ranking divine officials all bowed their heads in unison, wishing they could burrow into the floorboards, afraid that one more glance would land them in Asura God's little black book.
The atmosphere in the hall was as oppressive as the calm before a storm.
"Gulp!"
A loud swallow abruptly broke the silence.
"This is a disaster!"
"This is a fraud!"
"Damn Life, damn Kindness! Did you turn my son's Martial Soul into this?!!!"
Asura God shot to his feet, his voice making the dome of the hall tremble.
He practically roared as he fixed a furious stare on Goddess of Life and Goddess of Kindness beside him.
God of Destruction, clad in a purple robe, turned around and asked with a strange expression, "Xiao Lu, did you really do this? Why didn't you discuss it with me beforehand?"
He wasn't afraid of Asura God, but stealing someone's biological son to make him an heir was just too low.
Goddess of Life and Goddess of Kindness looked at each other, both wide-eyed.
As if asking one another:
"Did you do this?"
"I didn't."
Goddess of Life: "???"
She was more bewildered than anyone. When had she ever bestowed a blessing?
She didn't even know herself.
But the pure life aura radiating from the Rakshasa Scythe in Chen Doudou's hand was undeniable.
"Little Purple, although Doudou's Martial Soul aura is very much like mine, it wasn't me."
Goddess of Life shook her head and answered honestly.
"I understand."
God of Destruction nodded. He had been by Life's side for countless years, so he naturally knew she disdained lying.
Then, in the next moment—
God of Destruction elegantly picked up his teacup and blew on it gently, his tone infuriatingly calm. "Asura, you can't put it like that. Martial Soul Awakening is the will of heaven and earth. What does it have to do with us?"
Goddess of Kindness spread her hands, looking utterly innocent. "Exactly. We don't have the ability to alter your sword. Besides..."
She paused, the corners of her mouth lifting. "This Martial Soul is pretty good. Look how pure and kind it is."
"Doudou looks like he has the makings of a God King of Goodness!"
God of Evil grinned and piled on for his wife. "That's right. Look how pure he is."
"Go to hell! Pure, my ass!"
Asura God was so furious he nearly drew his sword on the spot.
Rakshasa God finally came to her senses and grabbed his shoulder, gritting her teeth. "Get a grip! This is a ceremony, and everyone's watching!"
"Get a grip? How am I supposed to do that?"
"Get a grip my ass!"
"My son, the son of the mighty Asura God! His Martial Soul has turned into this! How am I supposed to keep my cool?!"
Asura God roared, his chest heaving violently and murderous fury surging in his eyes. It was as if he were about to drag the two God Kings of Life and Kindness down from their seats and beat them senseless.
Below the stage, the gods had begun edging toward the exit.
Tang San sat in the front row, the corners of his mouth twitching wildly as he rejoiced inwardly.
Heh, old Asura, your day has come!
That's what you get for not passing your divine throne on to me.
Rakshasa God was furious too.
You've got some nerve, Asura. Why are you yelling at me?
"Why are you yelling? What good will that do? Your son turned out like this because of you. He's your own flesh and blood."
"My fault? I could just as well say you're the one whose womb was no good!"
Rakshasa God's willow brows shot up, and she decided to throw caution to the wind. She was about to reveal what had happened back then. "My womb was no good? Oh, really, Asura? Back then, who was it that..."
After all, Rakshasa God had no good reputation to speak of in the Divine Realm.
What did she have to fear?
"Don't you dare!"
Asura God clamped a hand over her mouth.
The gods gazed eagerly at the two of them, curiosity filling their minds as they silently screamed, Go on! Just say it! Why'd you stop?
Asura God turned and saw the gods all looking curious. He glared at her. "Who was it that said we should raise him with schemes and tricks? Well, look how that turned out! He didn't learn any schemes, but he learned all about kindness!"
"You've got some nerve!"
Rakshasa God's chest heaved violently with anger. "If it weren't for that stupid belt of yours, would he have been scared into awakening a Martial Soul with a life attribute?!"
The gods below the stage: "..."
Help, we really don't want to hear this kind of family business!
Seated at a distance, God of Destruction was overjoyed, fiercely suppressing the corners of his mouth as they tried to curl upward. No, mouth, behave! Keep it together!
He had always been at odds with Asura God, so naturally, he was delighted to see this.
The son of the mighty Asura God had awakened a Martial Soul with the attributes of kindness and life.
Asura, I'll laugh at you for the rest of my life! Hahahaha!
At that moment.
Chen Doudou stood in the center of the formation, holding two Martial Souls whose styles had taken a sudden turn, and looked at his parents with innocent eyes.
"Dad, Mom, what's wrong? Is the Martial Soul I awakened... not powerful enough?"
Hehe, defying my parents—surprised? Shocked?
Isn't this exciting?
Asura God: "..."
Rakshasa God: "..."
They looked at each other and saw four words in each other's eyes.
It's over. It's all over.
The corner of Asura God's mouth twitched like he'd been electrocuted.
Rakshasa God took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to drag her son back and beat him black and blue. She squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.
"Im...pressive... Very impressive..."
God of Destruction silently covered his face.
Goddess of Life's shoulders shook with laughter.
Goddess of Kindness applauded without the slightest restraint.
"Wonderful! Just wonderful! Now this is the true bright future of our Divine Realm!"
Asura God took a deep breath and turned to God of Destruction, despair filling his eyes.
"Destruction, lend me a rope."
God of Destruction suddenly had a bad feeling. "...What are you going to do?"
"Hang myself. I'm too ashamed to live."
God of Destruction tried to hold back his laughter as he coaxed him. "Come on, it's not that bad, old Asura. We've been through the ancient wars, dodging swords and spears."
At the same time, he was signaling to the Seven Deadly Sins Gods under his command, as if saying, "Quick, go find the thickest, toughest divine rope you can! Today, we're putting on a show of Asura hanging himself from the southeast branch!"
Fortunately, Goddess of Life stopped them.
In the distance, Tang San covered his face, his shoulders shaking wildly as he fought back laughter so hard he was nearly injured.
Xiao Wu whispered in his ear, "Third Brother, do you think Doudou might really become King of Kindness one day?"
Tang San peered through his fingers at the two Martial Souls radiating "kindness and life," his expression strange.
"I think... he already has."
Elsewhere.
Qian Renxue murmured, "Mom, I have a feeling the road ahead is going to be really tough for you."
Even Bibi Dong, who had been brimming with confidence, fell silent when she saw the two Martial Souls whose styles had taken such a sudden turn. "..."
Was it still too late to give up on this mission?
Guys, if I don't finish this mission, will I still survive?
Before you continue