"Support-type Gods generally have mild temperaments because they lack much offensive power."
The Asura God nodded, agreeing with Tang San.
There had to be a certain degree of compatibility between a divine position and its inheritor.
That was common knowledge!
Just as the sinister and vicious Bibi Dong could only inherit the Rakshasa God's divine position, she could never inherit the great, righteous Sea God's divine position.
Support-type Gods were generally rather mild-tempered.
The God of Space was most likely the same and would not impose an excessively harsh punishment.
"If the God King says so, then we probably aren't in any danger."
The taut string in Tang Hao's heart suddenly relaxed. The worry in his eyes scattered like clouds blown away by the wind, leaving only the relief of having survived a disaster.
"That's good, that's good."
Ah Yin gently patted her chest, her tender eyes filled with relief.
Crack—!
Crack—!
Crack—!
Sudden cracking sounds exploded through the void like thunder, as though countless panes of glass had shattered at once.
Everyone's expressions changed, and they looked up in unison.
The golden words floating on the Heavenly Screen—[This punishment shall be personally decided by the God of Space of the First Timeline!]—suddenly became covered in dense cracks.
The cracks spread rapidly like a spiderweb before finally bursting apart!
Blood-red fragments fluttered down from the sky like withered petals, carrying an inexplicable and eerie aura.
As the smoke and dust dispersed, a figure slowly emerged amid the blood-red fragments filling the sky.
Golden hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, flowing with a glasslike sheen beneath the faint light.
Her platinum eyes resembled the purest ice crystals, devoid of even a trace of warmth, yet carrying the indifference of one looking down upon all living beings.
She wore