Evil God: Asura, I Won't Hold Back with Your Heir, Heh Heh...

The God Realm, where eternal radiance blanketed the boundless void.

Within the hall of the God Realm Committee, two figures stood facing each other. One was wreathed in gray-black energy, with a roguish smile in his eyes.

The other was enveloped in gentle white light, her calm expression carrying a trace of helplessness.

"Tell me, did you really have to flaunt that your 'Good-Evil Wager' beat mine? Is it fun?" The Evil God spread his hands, his tone full of mockery.

The Good God shot him a glance. "I merely stated the facts."

"Heh, facts? You were obviously showing off."

The two traded barbs like a pair of old rivals who had known each other for countless millennia. Neither spared the other with their words, yet a tacit understanding only they could comprehend lay hidden deep in their eyes.

Just then, the Evil God suddenly stopped speaking.

His brows lifted slightly as his gaze abruptly pierced through layer after layer of God Realm space, landing somewhere in the lower realm. His expression shifted from teasing to puzzled. "Hm?"

The Good God noticed his abnormality. "What is it?"

"That... Dark Demon Evil God Tiger has been killed. And that Evil God Orb was refined by someone." The Evil God narrowed his eyes. "Interesting."

The Good God was slightly startled. "Wasn't that the white tiger you casually tossed a bit of power to in the lower realm ages ago?"

"That's right." The Evil God slowly nodded, a playful glint flashing through his eyes. "But the person who killed it is a little special."

He drew a line through the void, and a light mirror emerged.

The mirror reflected the Star Dou Forest on Douluo Continent, its image fixed on a white-haired, red-eyed youth.

His left hand was crimson like a ghost claw, while his right gripped a blood-colored greatsword. Blood energy surged around him. It was Luo Jiuyou.

The Good God's gaze fell upon the blood-colored greatsword, and her expression tightened slightly.

"Asura Demon Sword? Is that boy the heir chosen by the Asura God?"

"What else could he be?" The Evil God curled his lips.

"I was wondering why that fellow Asura had suddenly sent down heavenly lightning punishment upon the Douluo Plane. So it was all to set this kid up.

Letting that fat worm see a god-chosen one willingly sacrifice itself—he really made a fine calculation."

The Good God fell silent for a moment.

She had just been wondering why the Asura God, who had wandered past the hall earlier, had suddenly come to explain something to them.

So it was because the last time he had been caught red-handed by the God of Destruction. This time, the Asura God had learned his lesson and simply reported it in advance.

He had chosen an inheritor for his divine seat on Douluo Continent and was currently bestowing a Divine Trial.

As the God Realm's law enforcement god, the Asura God was knowingly breaking the law by interfering with the lower realm. Such a matter could be made either serious or trivial.

But he was, after all, a God King, and he also controlled punishment himself. There was always some excuse he could find to smooth things over.

He said he had grown tired of staying in the God Realm and wanted to find an heir to take over.

Strictly speaking, selecting an inheritor did not count as interfering with the lower realm.

After all, Divine Trials themselves were a process permitted by the God Realm.

The Evil God and the Good God also intended to pass down their divine seats.

So they did not pursue the Asura God's actions. They merely gave him a casual warning that there would be no next time, then let the matter go.

The God Realm had never been an absolutely fair place.

Fairness had to be observed, but some gods were simply more equal than others.

Everyone was a god, but gods were divided into higher gods and lower gods. Unhappy about it?

Then swallow it.

The Good God looked at him, her eyes shifting slightly. "Don't tell me you're plotting something?"

Having accompanied him for countless years, she could tell what mischief he was brewing the moment he so much as twitched.

The Evil God folded his arms, the curve of his lips deepening. "Tell me, does an heir chosen by Asura who has also refined the evil power I left behind count as 'fated'?"

The Good God froze for a moment, then understood what he meant. "You aren't planning to make a move through him, are you?"

"Coincidentally, I've taken a liking to him too." The Evil God admitted it openly. "Haven't you always complained that I never seriously looked for an heir? Well, here he is."

The Good God looked at him suspiciously. "You've set your sights on Asura's heir? Are you serious? He is clearly Asura's personally designated successor. If you interfere, aren't you afraid Asura will come looking for trouble?"

"Didn't you see his current condition?" The Evil God pointed at Luo Jiuyou in the light mirror.

"His martial soul is the Asura Demon Sword. He is practically an Innate Asura Sacred Body.

His compatibility with that sword is practically heaven-sent—he was born to take over for the Asura God.

But because of that million-year fat worm's sacrifice, he also gained an extra martial soul slot."

The Evil God smiled meaningfully. "One body, two martial souls. One has gone to Asura, while the other... who it belongs to is not so certain."

The Good God was silent for a moment. "Do you truly intend to do this?"

"Don't you think it would be even more interesting?" the Evil God countered. "The heir Asura painstakingly cultivated will end up concurrently inheriting my divine seat as well.

When he ascends to the God Realm, will he be Asura's person, or mine? Just thinking about it is amusing."

The Good God rolled her eyes. "Your twisted sense of humor really hasn't changed at all."

"Likewise." The Evil God did not care.

"What about you? Don't you want to find an heir? Look at those little girls down there. They all have decent talent. One has the bloodline left behind by the Angel God, one possesses a Mutated Angel Martial Soul, and another has Twin Martial Souls..."

At his words, the Good God's gaze landed on the three little girls beside Luo Jiuyou, and she sighed softly.

"You make it sound easy. The Angel God's lineage has its own inheritance. The Six-Winged Angel was originally prepared for the Angel God.

That child with Twin Martial Souls is more compatible with the Rakshasa God.

As for that Mutated Angel... it is ultimately only a mutation. It does not match my divine seat."

She withdrew her gaze, a trace of loneliness in her voice.

"For countless millennia, I have been searching for a suitable inheritor, yet I have never found one.

You know this too. Not just anyone can inherit the Good God's divine seat."

For once, the Evil God did not retort. After a while, he said, "Then keep looking slowly. We've already waited so long. We're not lacking a little more time."

The Good God looked at him and suddenly said, "You just said, 'one body, two martial souls'..."

Her gaze flickered.

If that was the case, could she also create an inheritor with Twin Martial Souls?

In the end, divine seat inheritors had to be valued by gods like them.

Sometimes, even if their attributes were a little less compatible, one could still be made.

Couldn't one?

"Hm?" The Evil God raised a brow. "What is it?"

The Good God slowly said, "How do you plan to do it? The Asura God definitely will not let go easily. You know his temperament. Once he has decided on someone, he will never give them to another."

"Then don't let him know yet." A sly curve appeared on the Evil God's lips.

"Once that child chooses to accept my inheritance of his own accord, even if Asura wants to stop him, he won't be able to."

The Good God considered it and nodded slightly.

"That is one way... but don't overdo it. When Asura loses his temper, he is not as easy to talk to as I am."

"Relax, I know what I'm doing." The Evil God waved a hand. "Besides, that child has already refined the Evil God Orb within his body. The path he takes in the future may not be entirely up to Asura."

Watching his confident appearance, the Good God shook her head helplessly.

"Fine. Do whatever you want. It's not as if I can stop you anyway."

The Evil God chuckled. "What about you? Are you really not going to use this opportunity to find an heir too? What if those little girls around that child grow up and one of them turns out to be suitable for you?"

The Good God was silent for a long time before finally sighing softly.

"We'll talk about it later... This sort of thing cannot be rushed. I can't be like you, grabbing anyone with a bit of potential and stuffing them into my own bowl."

"Then I won't hold back." The Evil God turned around and looked once more toward the light mirror. As he watched the white-haired, red-eyed youth within it, the smile on his lips lingered.

"Asura, Asura, I'll gladly take the material you picked out."

"Since you have already paved so many roads for him, I don't mind giving him another push."