Divine Realm
In a pavilion among the clouds of the Divine Realm, mist swirled and the fragrance of wine filled the air.
The First-Generation Asura God gazed through a divine mirror, his eyes fixed on the young figure in Slaughter City. He watched Li Xun sweep aside his opponents in an instant with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian and claim his first victory in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
He burst into laughter, raised his jade cup high, and drained the Divine Wine in one swallow. The rich liquor slid down his throat.
He turned to Poseidon beside him. "Look, Poseidon. My chosen successor has entered Slaughter City. His Asura trials are about to begin. The day we escape this sea of suffering called the Divine Realm isn't far off."
Poseidon nodded. "They're growing fast. Looks like we'll be able to retire in a few days."
[Countless people knelt in worship, their voices echoing across heaven and earth.
Above the nine heavens, Qian Renxue looked down upon the countless souls worshiping her. The divine distance faded from her cool, exquisite features, replaced by a touch of tenderness.
She did not rush to gather all their power of faith. Her pure-white angel wings beat softly.
Brilliant yet gentle golden holy light filled the sky, turning into countless warm droplets of light that drifted over the entire Holy City.
This was the Angel God's sacred blessing—pure, gentle, healing, and bestowed upon all living things.
The holy light fell upon the arena and touched Long Haochen and Yang Wenzhao, both exhausted in body and spirit after their fierce battle.
Their wounds healed instantly. Their depleted light spiritual power rapidly replenished and refined itself, their foundations grew steadier and clearer, and the holy light around them became purer and more concentrated.
The holy