Divine Examination

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was walking aimlessly along a small path, looking utterly dejected.

She did not know where she should go, nor did she know where else she could go.

Shrek was no longer an option, the Ye Family Fortress would not take her in; in all the vast world, there was actually no place for her to stay.

"Why?" she muttered to herself, her voice filled with unwillingness. "Why? I have become a woman, so what makes me inferior to them? Why refuse to take me in? Why?"

Just then.

"Hum!!!"

A deep pink light descended from the sky, landing right in front of her.

Within the light, an ugly phantom slowly emerged.

A short body, crooked shoulders, one eye large and one small, a flat nose, and a wide, gaping mouth.

The face was twisted, and the eyes were filled with jealousy and resentment; it was none other than the God of Envy, a first-tier god under the command of the God of Destruction.

"Yu Xiaogang."

The voice of the God of Envy was low and hoarse.

"Your jealousy, your resentment, your unwillingness—this god has seen it all. You crave power, you crave revenge, and you crave to make those who looked down on you pay the price."

Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at this ugly figure, forgetting even to be afraid for a moment.

The God of Envy reached out, a gray divine seal hovering in his palm. "This god can grant you power. As long as you accept the divine trial and become this god's successor, you can obtain everything you desire. Power, status, honor—whatever you want, you shall have."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up instantly.

She thought of Cao Xiyu's look of disgust, Liu Erlong's heartless kick, and the expressions of Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong as they avoided her. She wanted to make them regret it; she wanted them to know that she, Yu Xiaogang, was no trash!

"I accept!"

She reached out and pressed her hand onto the gray divine seal.

The God of Envy looked at her, a strange smile curling the corners of his mouth. "Very good. From now on, you are this god's successor. Complete the divine trial, and you shall become a new god. When that time comes..."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"You can go and take your revenge on those people."

Yu Xiaogang raised her head, her powdered and painted face now twisted into a ferocious smile.

Revenge? Of course, she would have her revenge.

Brother Cao, Liu Erlong, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong... none of them would be able to run.

She turned around and looked toward the direction of the Ye Family Fortress, her eyes filled with hatred.

Just wait; one day, I will return.

When that time comes, I will make you kneel before me and beg for my forgiveness!

Douluo Continent, Tianshui City.

Jiang Luyuan stood by the window, staring blankly at the names still flowing across the Sky Screen.

Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, and Shui Qing'er had long since made the list.

His wife and his two daughters had all become the property of that Brother Cao.

He should have been furious, but he dared not; not only did he not dare, but he even had to play the fool!

"Why?" he muttered to himself, his heart filled with bitterness. "Why me?"

"Because you are pathetic enough." A deep, resonant voice came from behind him.

Jiang Luyuan spun around abruptly, only to see a burly figure appearing in the room out of nowhere.

He had the head of an ox, his body was covered in knotted muscles, and he exuded a suffocating pressure; it was the Ox-Head God from the God Realm.

"This Seat is the Ox-Head God," his voice sounded like muffled thunder. "I have taken a liking to you."

Jiang Luyuan was stunned. "Taken a liking to me?"

The Ox-Head God nodded, his ox eyes filled with appreciation. "Cuckolded by your wife, cuckolded by your daughters, yet you dare not make a sound. This spinelessness of yours—this Seat appreciates it."

The corners of Jiang Luyuan's mouth twitched slightly. Was this a compliment or an insult?

The Ox-Head God reached out, a khaki-colored divine seal hovering in his palm. "Accept the divine trial and become this Seat's successor. This Seat will grant you power so you can reclaim your manhood."

Jiang Luyuan was silent for a moment. Then, he reached out and pressed his hand onto the divine seal.

He did not want to be spineless anymore, and he did not want to be a laughingstock any longer.

The Ox-Head God nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Complete the divine trial as soon as possible, and you will soon become the new Ox-Head God. When that time comes..."

"You can go and settle the score with that Brother Cao."

Jiang Luyuan clenched his fists. Brother Cao, just you wait.

Holy Soul Village, inside the cave.

Tang Hao sat cross-legged in the cave, staring at the empty bed, remaining silent for a long time.

Ah Yin was gone, Yuehua was gone, and even Tang San had gone missing.

He was left all alone, guarding this empty cave.

"Are you not reconciled?" A cold voice drifted in from the cave entrance.

Tang Hao snapped his head up to see a figure standing with hands behind his back.

"This Seat is the Asura God King."

The mysterious, majestic voice resonated.

"Your wife, your sister—they have all been snatched away by that Cao Xiyu. Do you not wish for revenge?"

Tang Hao's eyes turned bloodshot in an instant.

Revenge? Of course he wanted it, but he could not win; the gap was simply too vast.

The Asura God King looked at him and said indifferently, "This Seat can grant you power. Accept the divine trials and become the successor of this Seat. This Seat will bestow upon you the Asura Divine Power, allowing you one day to do battle with that Cao Xiyu."

Tang Hao was silent for a moment. Then, he knelt on one knee: "I am willing."

In a dark corner of Spirit City.

Bu Le lay on a dilapidated bed frame, staring at the ceiling with hollow eyes.

His treasure was shattered, his martial soul was crippled, and he had become a useless person.

Those he had once bullied were searching for him everywhere; he hid here and there, living the life of a rat.

"Do you want revenge?" A bewitching voice drifted from the darkness.

Bu Le sat up abruptly to see a seductive figure slowly emerging.

Her entire body radiated a pink light, her face was enchanting, and her eyes were filled with desire; it was the God of Lust.

"This Seat is the God of Lust," her voice was like honey, cloyingly sweet. "This Seat knows all about your situation. That Bai Chenxiang crippled your treasure and destroyed your martial soul. Do you not want to retaliate?"

Bu Le's eyes lit up instantly.

Retaliate? He dreamed of it, but as a cripple, what could he use to retaliate?

"Accept the divine trials and become the successor of this Seat. This Seat will grant you power and restore your masculine vigor."

A Pink Divine Seal hovered before him.

Bu Le did not hesitate in the slightest; he reached out and pressed his hand onto the divine seal.

Boundless power surged into his body; his martial soul was reshaped, his treasure was reborn, and his strength rapidly recovered to that of a Spirit King.

Bai Chenxiang, you just wait for me!

Similar situations were playing out continuously all across the continent.

Xue Ye, Dai Tianfeng, Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian...

God Realm.

The Asura God King stood before a window, gazing toward the lower realm, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

The divine trials had been bestowed, and the pawns had been placed.

"Asura God King." The voice of the God of Goodness came from behind him. "Is doing this really for the best?"

The Asura God King did not turn around: "What is wrong with it?"

"Those people are filled with resentment; they are not qualified successors."

The Asura God King turned to look at her, his gaze as cold as a blade: "And so what? As long as the threat in the lower realm can be eliminated, and as long as the majesty of the God Realm can be maintained, any price paid is worth it."

The disillusioned ones who had accepted the divine trials were silently accumulating power in their respective corners.

What awaited them—was it a path of vengeance, or a greater joke?