There were struggles and conflicts in the Divine Realm too, and the Five Great God Kings occasionally struck sparks against one another.
But compared to the great battles described in the Great Thousand World Heroes Record, those struggles were like children throwing stones in a sandpit.
On those battlefields, Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns were thrown in as cannon fodder, and Half-Step Rulers staked their lives. Once the fighting ended, ten thousand miles lay scorched, mighty figures had fallen, and seals remained in place for tens of thousands of years.
In wars of that magnitude, their Douluo God Realm was not qualified even to watch, let alone participate.
The God of Evil leaned against a palace pillar, his emerald eyes fixed on the illustrated sheet in the Sky Screen without once looking away.
Only after a long while did he speak, his tone far more restrained than usual.
"That Heavenly Emperor with One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones... he could split off three clones as strong as himself."
"Think about it. If Asura had that ability."
"Three Asura Gods attacking together."
"That would make him invincible on the Douluo Continent, wouldn't it?"
The God of Kindness glanced at him.
The corners of the God of Evil's mouth curved, his smile bitter.
"But that Heavenly Emperor had that ability, and he still died."
"He died at the hands of those things called the Outer Realm Evil Clan."
"What exactly were those enemies, if even someone who could create three of himself couldn't stop them?"
Silence fell over the hall again.
The Asura God had stood in the corner without saying a word.
His gaze had remained on one spot on the illustrated sheet from beginning to end: the Green-Robed Sword Saint.
The foremost master of the Sword Dao in the Great