The work of dividing the God of Pain's divine authority was completed rather smoothly.
Other than Jia Xiu noticing the swirling halo that had appeared alongside the collapse of the God of Pain's divine kingdom, no one else discovered anything unusual.
The collapse of the divine kingdom had merely looked spectacular. In reality, it had no real impact.
It had seemed as if heaven and earth were collapsing, like the end of the world, but once everything had finished crumbling, they were simply back where they had started, as though nothing had happened.
The current God of Pain—no, more accurately, the mutilated body of some unknown Fairy that had lost its divine authority—could no longer be considered the God of Pain no matter how one looked at it. Besides, no one here had ever cared what this Fairy had been called before becoming a god.
They were not close.
Among gods, those who were not close addressed one another by their titles. In most cases, even the chosen ones did not really know the names of the gods they served.
Someone like Jia Xiu, who kept calling Justina by name, was a rare case.
Probably no one had ever gotten close enough to the God of Pain to call it by name.
So this unknown Fairy likely would never have a chance to wake up again.
Maybe it was an illusion, but after losing its divine authority, although its expression had not changed, it somehow looked far more vacant. Its eyes were utterly lifeless. It looked like it desperately needed treatment—and would probably still drool even after being cured.
There was still no blood around the wound left by the Judgment Spear. Theoretically, pulling it out now would have had no effect, but everyone present proceeded cautiously. Following the principle