A Masterful Performance Deceived the Divine Realm, a Child's Concern Warmed Her Grandfather's Heart

High above Spirit City, before the ripples in space had fully faded, two figures abruptly appeared.

Qian Daoliu's pristine white enshrinement robes were covered in fine tears, their hem speckled with pale golden "divine blood"-a disguise he had deliberately prepared. His hair was slightly disheveled, and a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth, giving him a carefully crafted air of disarray. He had done all this solely to stage a performance convincing enough to fool the Divine Realm's scrutiny.

Opposite him hovered a figure clad in black-and-gold divine armor, pitch-black wings sprouting from his back and a dense aura of slaughter swirling around him. This was the "Fake God of Slaughter" puppet Qian Daoliu had had the system create by using the God of Slaughter Authority and the Divine Crystal refined from the God of Slaughter's divine body, then spending one system lucky draw opportunity.

The Fake God of Slaughter's expression and aura were indistinguishable from those of the real God of Slaughter. Even the arrogance and icy indifference of a deity deep within his eyes had been perfectly replicated.

He held a blood-red Divine Blade, its tip still dripping with a few drops of blood from Qian Daoliu's "wounds." His gaze was as sharp as a knife, fixed unwaveringly on Qian Daoliu:

"Qian Daoliu, I shall spare your life for today! Keep your Spirit Hall in line and rein in those ants of the Mortal Realm. Do not dare covet power that does not belong to you again! Otherwise, the day Lord Asura God arrives in person will be the day your Spirit City is reduced to scorched earth!"

The Fake God of Slaughter's voice seemed to thunder through the sky, but Qian Daoliu had actually confined it to the air around them. Only