The Divine Realm.
Compared to the bustling, ever-changing Douluo Continent, the Divine Realm was undoubtedly far quieter.
Because of the rules of the Divine Realm, most Second-Level Gods and Third-Level Gods were not permitted to bring their partners there. As for First-Level Gods and God Kings, tens of thousands of years could pass without a single successor.
In the end, the gods of the Divine Realm were simply too lonely.
There were always exceptions, though. The Asura God King had never felt lonely; he was only filled with longing for the worlds beyond, out in the universe.
The Asura God King sat on his throne, calmly sipping a glass of blood-red fruit juice. Before him floated something resembling a screen, displaying everything happening across Douluo Continent.
The Asura God King skimmed through it at tremendous speed and soon reached the Altar Jiang Mingyang had newly built.
Seeing the densely packed figures around the Altar and the lively sea of people, the Asura God King raised his eyelids and sighed softly.
The Asura God King narrowed his eyes. He had to admit that life in the lower realm was the most wonderful.
Life in the Divine Realm was rich enough, but after all these years, the gods were still the same gods. He had long since grown used to them.
The lower realm was different. Ordinary beings were born, grew old, fell ill, and died, while new lives came into being. The whole world kept changing, brimming with variety.
Then surprise and satisfaction rose in the Asura God King. Holding the inheritance ceremony before a crowd—Jiang Mingyang had that kind of nerve?
The Asura God King was sincerely pleased with Jiang Mingyang. With his formidable resolve and extraordinary talent, he had an excellent chance of inheriting the position of Asura God