Divine Realm.
Asura God Temple.
A magnificent blood-red palace floated above an endless sea of clouds.
The entire temple was forged from dark-red divine iron. It rose ten thousand fathoms high, its roof piercing the clouds like an unparalleled divine sword suspended point-down between heaven and earth.
Around the temple, countless blood-red runes drifted slowly through the void. Each one held a terrifying will to kill.
They symbolized the Asura God King's authority over slaughter and judgment in the Divine Realm, undiminished through the ages.
Deep within the temple, the Asura God King's true body sat upon his divine throne.
He still wore blood-red divine armor, and a veil of crimson light obscured his face.
But unlike the wisp of divine consciousness that had descended upon Douluo Continent, the power radiating from him now was more than ten thousand times stronger.
His eyes were closed. A blood-red, sword-shaped mark on his brow glowed faintly—the sign that he had sent out his divine consciousness.
Just moments ago, he had projected a wisp of it to Douluo Continent and personally settled the feud between Zhao Ming and Tang San.
After a while, the sword-shaped mark dimmed and fell still.
The Asura God King opened his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.
Everything that had happened before his divine consciousness dissipated had flowed back to his true body.
His divine consciousness had dissipated so quickly chiefly because he had used divine power to condense a God-Given Soul Ring and a God-Given Soul Bone for Zhao Ming. Once Zhao Ming agreed to put his feud with Tang San behind him, the Asura God could finally rest easy.
Zhao Ming's Treasure-Dropping Coin Martial Soul gave him innate command of the complete law of wealth.
Anyone who could command a complete law was destined to