If not for the Dragon God's idiotic ideas, which had thrown the entire Divine Realm into chaos-
Even reducing the number of God Kings from fifteen to so few they could be counted on one hand, with divine blood spilling everywhere onto Douluo Star-there really would have been no such thing as soul beasts on the Douluo Continent.
In that God War, deities and divine artifacts had been like mortal soldiers and scrap iron, shattering and falling in that unprecedented slaughter to lie among the dust and dirt.
Every dazzling burst of light had signaled another deity's divine soul dissipating, plunging forever into the abyss.
Like meteors streaking across the heavens, they had ultimately vanished into the pitch-black night sky.
Golden-red divine blood had sprayed into the sky, spilled over the earth, and even splashed beyond the Divine Realm.
That absurd God War had shattered more than eighty percent of the Divine Realm, yet the Dragon God, who had caused it all, had chosen to run away. Worried that soul beasts would inevitably be ostracized if they became gods and ascended, he had simply forbidden the Soul Beast Clan from becoming gods.
All Chen Ping could say about the Dragon God's approach was that it had a certain beauty to it: chopping off your head for a headache and chopping off your feet when they hurt.
Never mind whether you would survive afterward-just tell him whether it stopped hurting.
Chen Ping did not know many specific details about that God War, only its general outline.
But that was enough for him. Simply put, by a stroke of chance, Douluo Star had been steeped in the power of the divine blood brought by that God War, giving rise to such unique beings as soul beasts and soul masters.
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